The Laughing Professor

Margaret Standley angrily threw the last semester's GPA summary into the
OUT basket on her dark oakwood desk. Her unadorned lips set in a prim line
of clear dissatisfaction, she fumed at her inability to motivate two of her
students to achieve passing grades. As the best English Composition
professor at State, she felt it her own personal failing.

Worse yet, the Dean of Women had just recently called Margaret to her
office. Fuming and ranting at the top of her lungs, the Dean had insomuch as
demanded that Margaret fail these two students in particular. "A divisive
influence" she had said. Although the English Comp professor tended to agree
with the Dean on that score, she railed at having academic decisions made for
her by an administrator. Particularly when it involved her students.

Resettling her overly-large glasses on the bridge of her nose, she punched
the intercom to her right. "Alice", she said testily, "schedule Misses
Averly and Gorsham for an appointment with me at 5:00 PM this evening if you
would please." A tinny response satisfied her query and she stood to brood.

Pacing back and forth across the richly carpeted office, her low heeled
flats made a "shoofing" noise as she moved. Margaret was tall and thin, with
dark brown hair pulled tightly back into a severe bun. A starched cotton
blouse and nondescript black slacks did little to make her appear feminine.
Such was not her desire. Many considered her an over-aged spinster when in
fact she just passed her 35th birthday. It wasn't as if Margaret did not
possess the desires of a mature, voluptuous woman. She did, only they lay
buried deep beneath a cold exterior committed to academic excellence and
achievement.

Actually, Margaret had the body and beauty of a Penthouse Pet; she had
long, thick brown hair and stood 6 foot even in her stockinged feet. But her
timidness and severe manner prevented her from realizing how beautiful she
really was. Still simmering, she sat once again in the overstuffed
leather chair behind her desk.

Margaret was raised in the world of Academia, her father having been
President of this very college and her mother the Dean of Women. Her
upbringing would be considered sterile by some, but her academic education
was the best that money could buy. It made no difference to her that she had
learned little about life and love in general. She had learned that the only
thing that mattered in life was success; this is what drove her.

It was this drive to succeed, and have her students succeed as well, that
stoked the frustration she was currently feeling.

"Perhaps the threat of expulsion might motivate those two" she thought
idly, hoping to find some excuse to thwart the wishes of the Dean of Women.
Certainly her continuous stream of threats and extra work assignments had not
done the trick.

What actually incensed her was the subconscious jealousy and envy she felt
for the two. Alicia Averly and Bernadette Gorsham were stunningly beautiful
blondes who made no secret of their promiscuous escapades. Carousing in a
fashion Margaret could never imagine in her wildest fantasies, the two
reveled in their sexual freedom to the exclusion of all else; most
significantly, their college studies. This, undoubtedly, was the "divisive
influence" to which the Dean had referred.

"A good spanking is what those strumpets need - Parading around in their
tight shorts and halter tops - Blatantly exposing their bodies for all to
see. Well, those two will change their tune when I'm done with them", she
thought with supreme assurance. She was certain her stern manner and firm
hand would finally drive the point home.

"Well that's done it !" Bernadette shouted as she slammed the door to
their dorm room. "Summoned to the Old Hag's office at 5 can only mean one
thing - she's gonna kick us outta here on our ass !" More furious with
herself than the college, she sank dejectedly onto her bed.

"Ohhhh, I wouldn't be too sure" Alicia said with a sly smile.

"How can you just sit there smiling, and calmly accept the fact that we
have to explain to our parents, who might I remind you are financing our
matriculation, that we've been canned !!!" Bernadette fumed. "I knew that
meeting she had with the Dean had something to do with us !"

With the grace of a hunting cat, Alicia unfolded her legs from her chair
and rose gracefully to cross the room.

"I'm quite sure Ole Refrigerator Drawers will be more than happy to
reconsider the failing grades she has initially given us" Alicia said smugly
as she sat next to Bernadette. "If they can't fail us in English Comp, they
can't kick us out !"

"And just how can you be so sure ?"

"Welll, some inside information I happened upon reveals a slight chink in
the old war-horse's armor. I knew it would be useful someday. Now, here's
what we do...." Alicia said as she whispered conspiratorially into her
roommate's ear. Bernadette's face showed surprise first then changed to one
of devilish humor.

"Come in !" Margaret said in a commanding voice, responding to the knock
on her office door. Her secretary, Alice, had long since gone for the day
and she was forced to conduct business without her assistance.

As Alicia and Bernadette entered her office, a stern "Sit down" verbally
directed them to the two chairs that faced the large oak desk. Nonchalantly,
they glided across the room and alighted in the chairs as if they were
thrones.

Margaret's hazel eyes burned sternly as she appraised first one student
then the other. "Look at them !" she thought to herself, "shorts so short
they should be called G strings and those halter tops ! Why their breasts
are showing right through them ! Why bother wearing anything at all ?" she
asked herself incredulously.

"I suppose you two know why you're here" Margaret began severely as way of
introduction.

"Noooo, not really" Alicia replied sweetly; a smirk pasted impudently
across her face. "Please, do tell us" Bernadette prodded with the same
insolent expression.

A pink flush colored Margaret's cheeks as she tried to contain her anger
at such blatant arrogance. How these two could continue to flaunt her
authority and superior knowledge when faced with expulsion was totally beyond
her comprehension.

"YOU'RE HERE BECAUSE YOU'RE FAILING MISERABLY !" she shouted, losing
control of her objectivity in the face of her student's capricious attitudes.
"IF YOU DON'T SHOW SOME REMORSE FOR YOUR POOR PERFORMANCE I'LL HAVE YOU OUT
OF HERE SO QUICK YOUR HEADS WILL SPIN !"

Alicia laughed inside at having made the normally reserved professor
lose her temper so quickly. "Perhaps" she thought, "We'll make you lose
control again very quickly!"

Alicia turned to grin smugly at her friend and returned a look of
haughtiness towards the professor. "Ohhhh, I don't think so" she began.
"I'm quite sure you'll reconsider the erroneous marks you've given us".

Stunned and fuming at the remark, Margaret stormed from behind her desk to
tower over the still smiling blonde, her last vestiges of control having
slipped away. "There is nothing, I repeat, NOTHING ! that could convince me
to change your marks and keep you in this institution !"

Rising in slow confidence, Alicia moved to come face to face with
Margaret. Momentarily taken aback by the blonde's advance, she unconsciously
retreated a few steps backward towards her desk.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that Margaret", Alicia said, stressing the
woman's first name with blatant disrespect as she continued to move towards
her.

Flustered and disoriented, Margaret felt behind her with both hands, found
the edge of her desk, and scuttled around behind it. The Dean had been
right; these two were a bad influence. Suddenly fearing a physical attack
from her student, she kept her eyes locked on Alicia's ice-blue orbs as the
blonde slowly continued around behind the desk; stalking her.

"Now... now that's quite enough young lady..." she stammered, "...I want
you out of here....OUT OF HERE !!!...DO YOU UNDERSTAND ???" she screamed in
an attempt to defusethe situation.

Her attention riveted on Alicia, the professor was unaware that Bernadette
had circled the desk and was skulking up behind her.

"Nooo, we're not going anywhere you sexless spinster..."Alicia spat,
"...you're going to sit down right now and change that GPA ! Do YOU
understand ?" the blonde said maliciously.

Stung by the insult, and spurred on by a rising fear, Margaret raised her
right hand, preparing to slap the insolent blonde into some semblance of
respect.

As soon as Margaret's arm was raised, Alicia's hands shot in like a
striking snake, her long fingernails darting against the brunette's sides in
a brief tickling attack !

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!" Margaret squealed reflexively. She jumped back as
if she'd been electrocuted, only to feel Bernadette's fingers repeat the
attack from behind !

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!" she squealed once more. Like a scared bird, her
head swiveled quickly from blonde to blonde as she tried to back herself into
the corner for a more defensive position.

The student's unexpected attack had sent a jolt of uncontrolled terror up
Margaret's spine. Not only had no one ever dared touch her in such a
fashion, she had never experienced the sudden rush of unexplained fear that
threatened to constrict her throat.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!! are we a bit ticklish ?" Alicia crooned in evil
discovery.

Margaret's brown eyes grew nearly as big as her oversized glasses as they
filled with growing horror. Not since she was a Freshman in college had
anyone known how uncontrollably ticklish she was ! She had never pondered
the fact that being ticklish could be corrupted by someone and used as a
weapon. Now, only frantic thoughts of escape dominated her conscious
thought.

"NO... NO !!! Most certainly NOT !" lied Margaret. "Now you two just
leave and we'll forget this whole thing happened" she tried desperately.

On Alicia's brief nod of a command, each girl grabbed one of Margaret's
wrists, and slammed the scared professor back into the corner of her office.
Dazed as her head hit against the wall, she was unable to defend against what
followed.

Alicia and Bernadette used their free hands to play a ticklish sonata up
and down the professor's unprotected sides !

"HEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!" the brunette giggled uncontrollably as
the two blondes evilly tickled her ribs !

"HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE !!!!! NO !!! STOP !!!!
PLEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!"

Wave after wave of titillating stimulation cascaded from her ribs to the
pit of her stomach; her diaphragm convulsed like a taught drumhead and pushed
up against her lungs. Uncontrollable, tummy-wrenching squeals and giggles
exploded from her lips and robbed her of breath. Feebly, she danced and
pranced like a drunk ballerina. Each touch and prod of a long fingernail
against her ribs felt first like a knife, then like a teasing, loving caress.
Margaret squirmed from side to side in a violent attempt to avoid their
devilish attack ! Her glasses skewed crazily on her nose and wisps of brown
hair began to escape the tight bun at the back of her head. Trapped in the
corner and giggling helplessly, she was unable to pull herself free nor
escape their clutches ! The professor was laughing and screaming so hard
that she couldn't even plead for them to stop their nefarious assault !

Alicia and Bernadette smiled with wicked splendor. They had the haughty
woman right where they wanted her; helplessly ticklish and under their power.
As they continued to tickle her ribcage, each blonde would pluck and pull at
Margaret's white cotton blouse. A shirttail would spring out here and a
button would pop open there, until soon it was hanging completely open.

The remaining snippets of conscious thought that remained to the brunette
realized in horror that not only did they intend to tickle her into
submission, they intended to complete the humiliation by stealing her clothes
and undressing her in her own office !

Both blondes were perversely pleased that their cold, spinsterish
professor wore a lacy black bra that trapped a pair of creamy white, melon-
sized breasts; they continued to tickle the woman's now bare midriff and
watched them jiggle and shake with delight.

Nearly breathless, and weak beyond any self-defense, Margaret weakly
slumped to the carpet, laughing hysterically all the while.

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA !!!!" she begged,"...NO
MORE...PLEASE ! HEHEHEEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!"

In a feeble attempt to escape their titillating torture, the brunette
sprawled helplessly on the thick shag rag and tried to drag herself away from
the corner. Her glasses fell to the floor and her long dark hair spilled
unkempt about her shoulders. As soon as she'd crawled as far as Alicia
wanted, the blonde straddled the woman and sat on the small of her back.

Alicia pulled the woman's blouse up over her shoulders and used it like a
hood to blind her victim. Now exposed, Margaret's back was an easy target
for the blonde's teasing, raking fingernails. They found every ticklish
niche and had no difficulty releasing the clasp that secured the professor's
bra. Ineffectively, the brunette tried to shield herself by pulling her arms
in to her sides. Squirming violently from side to side, she felt the sudden
release of pressure about her chest and realized her bra had been undone !

Bernadette pursued her own agenda while Alicia had the professor so
laughingly occupied. Laying herself across Margaret's calves, she easily
wrapped her arm around and trapped the squirming woman's legs beneath her.
With unmasked delight, she contemplated the pair of shoes before her and
delicately plucked at one with her free hand. A soft, white heel first
popped into view and it wasn't long before the brunette's squirming and
wriggling let the shoe drop off to the floor. Bernadette repeated her
playful assault on Margaret's left shoe and exposed two wriggling bare feet;
helpless before her.

Margaret hated the constrictive feeling that wearing shoes produced and
was constantly in the habit of kicking them off under her desk. She rarely
went barefoot outside of her house and always paid special attention to her
feet with lotions and creams. As a result, Bernadette saw a pair of long
bare soles, smooth and baby-soft, seeming to beg for her touch.

Delicately, the blonde traced one fingernail up, down, and around
Margaret's bare foot. The result was immediate and predictable.

It wasn't bad enough that the professor was already convulsed in laughter
from Alicia's rib-tickling; now she screamed and squealed with renewed energy
as her incredibly ticklish feet were attacked. The feeling was so intensely
debilitating that her laughter soon subsided to breathless gasps and her
squirming became a vibrating, shaking helplessness.

Alicia saw that Bernadette's foot-tickling had the poor professor
completely defenseless and used the opportunity to peel the now damp and limp
cotton blouse across her shoulders and down over her arms. Tossing the
blouse aside, the blonde then pulled Margaret's arms up above her head,
tugged and yanked at the lacy black bra, then sent it sailing across the
room.

She couldn't resist the urge to teasingly dance her fingernails along the
sides of the helpless woman's large, firm breasts. They alternately
squooshed against the carpet and jiggled in the air as Margaret feebly rolled
from side to side.

Conscious thought had long ago fled from Margaret's brain. What remained
was raw, animal reaction as wave after wave of titillation washed over and
engulfed her. Her very ticklish soles transmitted jolts of unwanted
happiness up the backs of her legs, through the small of her back, and into
her vibrating tummy. The sensations her breasts radiated made her nipples
stiffen into hard nubbins and forced a warm, sensuous glow down into her
loins as they rubbed against the shag carpet. Resistance was a thing of the
past as her weakened body now only reacted to the pleasant torture the girls
were inflicting upon her.

Alicia changed position and straddled Margaret's shoulder blades.
Delightedly, she watched as Bernadette expertly tickled the woman's wriggling
bare feet, keeping her trapped in the throes of helpless laughter.

Alicia hooked her thumbs under the waistband of Margaret's slacks and
began scooting them down. Little by little the vast expanse of the
brunette's lacy black panties were exposed until her slacks lay bunched in a
heap around her knees. The panties followed and the blonde was greeted by a
sensuous view of two jiggling soft buns which begged to be tickled. While
she did just that, Bernadette completed pulling off the professor's pants and
panties.

The two had succeeded in reducing the cold, efficient brunette into a
totally nude nymph who lay giggling and helpless before them. They rolled
Margaret over onto her back and lay down next to her, one on each side.
Together, the blonde's dastardly digits raced up and down the brunette's
defenseless body; teasing a nipple here, tickling an armpit there, until they
had her very near to passing out from lack of oxygen and so weak she could
barely kick her legs in protest.

Only when Alicia was sure they had tickled all the fight out of their
professor did she signal to Bernadette. The two dragged Margaret's
exhausted, limp body over to the desk and hauled it up onto the dark polished
top. Shoving papers and file folders off to the floor, they laid the barely
breathing woman on her back.

Reaching into her purse, Alicia produced some nylons which the two used to
tie the helpless woman spread-eagle to the desk top. They didn't need much
restraint as the still giggling Margaret was now so weak she couldn't even
sit up much less try to escape.

The two waited until the brunette's giggles subsided and some semblance of
sanity returned to her tear soaked eyes. Grabbing the woman's chin between
two fingers, Alicia rolled Margaret's head over to stare directly into the
professor's glazed hazel eyes.

"Now perhaps we can discuss this simple matter" she began. "When we leave
here, you WILL change our GPA's to reflect a much more suitable grade, won't
you ?"

Margaret's senses were only just returning to her numbed brain. Her first
realizations were that she was extremely tired and weak, her muscles hurt and
her throat was raw from too much laughter, and a strange tingling suffused
her entire being. As her vision cleared, she realized she was totally nude
atop her desk and she had difficulty moving her arms and legs. Alicia's
gloating face came into focus and Margaret felt the twinges of a perversely
erotic thrill at being naked and completely helpless which was quickly
overridden by the fear she felt welling up inside her. She hadn't heard
Alicia's question and her only desire was to deny her anything. Feebly, she
shook her head from side to side in a negative gesture.

"Haven't quite learned our lesson have we ?" Alicia asked. "Bernadette"
she ordered brusquely.

The blondes took up positions on either side of the helpless professor.
Spread as she was upon the desk, they could count every rib on her trim torso
and see the slight sheen of sweat upon her heaving breasts. On Alicia's nod,
they viciously began to tickle her exposed ribcage.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!" Margaret squealed
once again as her back arched upward and every muscle in her body tensed.
Mewling helplessly, she tried to avoid their tortuous tickling but was unable
to stop them from doing anything they wanted to.

Alicia and Bernadette continued to torment Margaret until finally, she
collapsed again; sweaty, exhausted, and completely out of breath.

Noticing the brunette's rigidly erect nipples, Berndadette remarked, "she
seems to be enjoying this far too much, Alicia. Perhaps she would be more
amenable if we decided to tickle her somewhere else" she suggested. With
each new domination of the brunette, the blonde was becoming more and more
excited. When she saw the convulsive, uncontrollable laughter their tickling
produced, she felt a surge of unexplained sexual arousal. She leaned to
whisper in Alicia's ear and her roommate nodded enthusiastically.

Margaret had just recovered her breath and blinked the tears from her eyes
when she saw Bernadette standing at the end of the desk, towering over her
vulnerably exposed bare feet. With a wicked gleam in her blue eyes, the
blonde flexed and wiggled her long fingers and moved her hands next to
Margaret's soles. With a spidery quickness, the blonde danced her
fingernails up and down the brunette's soft heels, wrinkled soles, and
wriggling toes.

Once again the brunette exploded in helpless laughter as her bare feet
were mercilessly tickled. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears flowed freely from
them and her face was split with a grin of total abandon as she laughed like
an idiot. Every touch and prod destroyed any resistance she once had and
catapulted her into hilarious apoplexy.

Alicia began tracing her fingernails teasingly down Margaret's heaving
tummy and started tickling the soft flesh in the fold of her thighs.
"Perhaps I should tickle our uncooperative professor down here" she remarked
with evil glee.

Despite the overwhelming sensations of having her feet so devilishly
tickled, Margaret felt new, surprising titillations spread throughout her
loins. Warm, fuzzy spasms filled her and her nipples grew so rigid they felt
as if they would burst.

Alicia's fingers danced around the inside of the brunette's thighs,
through the hairs of her dark curly mound, then plunged between them to tease
the incredibly tender flesh within.

The professor's expression alternated between a wide open grimace of
uncontrolled laughter and a little "oooo" of moaning, chuckling pleasure.
Had she been in control of her senses, she would have been disgusted at her
display of emotion. As it was, she was unstoppably aroused and nearing an
uncontrollable orgasm !!

A building wave of unbelievable pleasure was cresting within her. At that
moment, Bernadette leaned down and began nibbling and sucking on her wiggling
toes. Combined with the incredible tickling her soles were receiving, it was
enough to push Margaret over the edge !

Her body erupted with shuddering spasms of orgiastic intensity. Every
muscle in her body vibrated with pleasure, her toes curled into tight little
fists, and her heart nearly fibrillated to pieces ! Gut-wrenching moans were
mixed with earthy chuckles as wave after wave crashed over her senses and
dashed her on the rocks of heavenly ecstasy.

Her numbed senses were unable to stand the strain. With a final massive
heave, her back arched tight as a bow, Margaret screamed her pleasure and
collapsed into unconsciousness, a smile of unbelievable ecstasy still upon
her face.

The blondes used this opportunity to untie their victim, move her to the
couch, and arrange her in a number of compromising poses. Alicia made sure
she used the entire roll of film as her insurance policy.

When Margaret returned to consciousness, the two sat on either side of her
and asked for her compliance once again.

"Now, Margaret, are you ready to do as we have so nicely asked?" Alicia
crooned as she cupped the woman's breast and tickled her nipple with a
fingernail.

Margaret tiredly nodded the affirmative, and giggled and shivered as her
tit was tickled. She was physically and mentally exhausted past the point of
caring who or where she was. The warm sexual glow that suffused her whole
body left her like putty in their hands.

"That's better" the blonde added, "I'm sure the Dean of Women would be
very interested in these pictures should you decide to change your mind".

The threat registered in her addled brain, but Margaret could have cared
less at that moment. Smiling wickedly, the two blondes left their once cold
and unfeeling professor nude and weak upon the leather couch.
The Laughing Professor - Part 2

Alicia and Bernadette were still chuckling with evil glee when they
returned to the dormitory room.

"I don't understand HOW you knew Ms. Standley would be so helplessly
ticklish !" Bernadette exclaimed.

"Remember that inside information I told you about ?" Alicia reminded
her roommate. "Well I found out about it right after they opened up the new
sports center. Remember that new masseuse they hired for the women's locker
room ?"

Bernadette nodded, indicating her memory was quite good. She still
wasn't quite sure how to take her own sexual responses to the kinky
counseling session they'd just had, but she was intrigued to hear more on the
topic.

"Well, I had just finished my shower and was behind the row of lockers
next to the table she uses. I heard her start up a conversation and what
happened next you just won't believe ...."

Susan pulled tightly on the sheet covering her massage table and made
sure that every single wrinkle was gone from its surface. She knew from
experience that even a single wrinkle leaves an uncomfortable mark on the
client. She'd been a professional masseuse for five years now, mostly
working out of her home, but she'd never expected to be sought out and hired
by a major university. Evidently they'd gotten wise to the idea that most
sports injuries can be prevented if the muscles are properly worked out and
relaxed after heavy exertion. Actually, having the University track her down
was not really that surprising. Susan "Hands" Haversham had the reputation of
having the most skilled hands in the business. Most chiropractors envied
what she could do to the human body and some had tried persuading her to take
up the profession.

She had just finished her preparations when Sue heard a timid voice draw
her attention.

"Well ! Maggie Standley, as I live and breathe !" Sue gushed
enthusiastically, "I haven't seen you since the Sorority Wars of '84 !"

Margaret stood meekly and fearfully by the door. Wrapped in a large
white towel, she had her hands clasped about her bosom and nervously rubbed
the top of one foot with her toes. Her hair was done up in its
characteristic bun and she still had her horn rimmed glasses on.

"Well just don't stand there ! Come on in !" Sue said. "Oh, don't be
afraid, what happened when we were in college is all behind us now. And look
at you ! You are absolutely gorgeous !"

Margaret blushed at the unexpected complement but still refused to
approach the table. Susan had to walk over, physically take her by the hand,
and cajole her into following.

"Now don't you worry, I may not have been much when we went to State
together, but now, I'm the best masseuse in the business. You just leave
your body in my hands !" Sue boasted.

Hesitantly, Margaret approach the table but shied away from getting on
it.

"Now you're not the sports type, Maggie. So what brings you down into
this neck of the woods ?" Sue asked.

"The D.. Dean of Women and my D.. Department Head recommended it"
Margaret stammered in embarrassment. "I've been having these recurring
headaches and they think it's due to stress. They said a good massage would
help me relax."

"Well, they're certainly right about that ! Now you just hop up here on
the table and let old Sue work you over."

Still, Margaret refused to even sit on the pristinely white table. Her
incredible shyness and fearful memories of the past prevented any action on
her part.

"Here, you're going about this all wrong" Sue said, taking charge.
"First, get rid of the four-eyes" she said as she delicately snatched
Margaret's glasses from her face, "...and I'll bet part of your headache
problem is from the atrocious way you bind your hair up like that". Turning
Margaret around, Susan's deft fingers undid the tight bun of hair in an
instant, letting the professor's long brown hair fall free around her
shoulders. "There now, doesn't that feel better already ?"

Margaret nodded in shy acquiescence.

"Now park your buns up on this table or I'll toss you up there myself !"
Sue ordered.

Gingerly, Margaret hoisted herself up onto the table, never letting go
of the towel around her and trying to keep the damned thing from exposing too
much skin.

"Well I can see you're still as modest as always. Don't worry Hon, I've
seen more naked female bodies than you can imagine; one more isn't going to
make a difference". Susan skillfully turned Margaret around, placed her face
down upon the table, and loosened the towel so it hang limply across her
body. "And besides, I've seen you naked before; remember ?" Susan said
cryptically, making Maggie blush furiously.

Susan kept up a line of inconsequential gossip as she started working on
her client's shoulders; firmly kneading the flesh and working the tight
muscles into flaccid relaxation.

Despite her embarrassment and fear, Margaret soon relaxed into a semi-
conscious euphoric state. As the tension seemed to drain from her out
through Susan's hands she began to feel a sensation of floating in thin air.

Slowly, Susan worked her way down the brunette's back; sliding the towel
a little lower as she worked. By the time her client was genuinely relaxed,
the towel was discarded entirely leaving a completely nude brunette prone
upon the table. To herself, Sue marveled at how absolutely perfect the
professor's body was. It didn't hurt to have some lesbian tendencies as a
masseuse after all.

When Sue's fingers began to work on Margaret's lower back, the staid
professor began to giggle quietly upon the table. Every prod after that
elicited more stifled giggles until finally Margaret was giggling openly like
a little school-girl.

"Ahhhh, still just as ticklish I see !" Sue remarked good-naturedly.

Fearfully, Margaret raised her head to protest as embarrassing memories
flooded back to her but Sue firmly pushed her head back to the table.

"Now don't you worry..." she said consolingly, "...I'm not here to
tickle you, just to relax you. I can't help it if it tickles a little... You
are the most ticklish woman I've ever met after all. Don't worry about it,
there's no one here but us two and a little laughter won't hurt you one bit".

It was true that Margaret was feeling much more relaxed, and she hadn't
had a good laugh in a long time. Besides, no one would know of it but Susan,
and she already knew how ticklish Margaret was.

For the next twenty minutes Susan massaged every inch of the brunette's
body and for twenty minutes Margaret giggled and laughed under the woman's
tickling fingers.

But Margaret's giggles turned into full-blown belly laughs when Sue
started massaging the woman's feet. Even the lightest touch upon her bare
feet sent sparks of hilarious titillation shooting through Margaret's body.
She felt she should protest and end this session now, but her body felt like
rubber and she doubt she'd be able to stand if she wanted to.

For ten more minutes Susan's expert fingers worked over Maggie's tender
bare feet, leaving the woman out of breath and weak as a kitten.

While Margaret still giggled and laughed upon the table, Susan leaned
over and gave her a little peck on the cheek. "It's been great seeing you
again Maggie. Don't be a stranger, I love clients who enjoy my work so much
! Come see me again soon."

"...after seeing that I figured she had to be the most ticklish woman
Sue had ever met" Alicia said, "... and I knew someday I'd be able to use it
if I needed to".

Inside, Bernadette was still excited about the story Alicia had just
told her. Outwardly, she asked "but what was that about being 'still as
ticklish as ever'"?

"OOOhhhhh that !!! I didn't get the full story on that till sometime
later. After that first homecoming game, Sue was over at The Rathskeller and
she'd had quite a few too many beers. She was sitting by herself at that
point so I decided to join her and see what I could find out. I started by
saying I'd heard that her and Professor Standley had gone to State together
some years back. Well, that was all it took. For the next two hours she
told me some stories that I just couldn't believe ! That is, until tonight !
You see there was this big rivalry then between Theta Chi and Lambda Chi. It
started over one of Theta's girls stealing a guy away from one of Lambda's.
Well Sue was a Theta and Ms. Standley was a Lambda; you know, the bimbos
against the brains thing, and the Theta's were hot to find out where the
Lambda's cabin was. That was their secret meeting place and where they held
the best parties. Theta wanted to trash the place and teach Lambda a lesson.
So anyway, Sue went snooping around while everyone should have been gone...."

Sue managed to pry the lock off the basement doors and quickly swung
them open. She really didn't want anyone to see her breaking in to Lambda
House, but doubted there was anyone around. She closed the doors behind her
and switched on the flashlight. Playing it quickly around the basement, she
reassured herself that no one but her and a few mice might be in residence.

"I know they've got some old bills or receipts down here" Sue thought to
herself, "one of them got to have the address of that damned cabin on it".
Armed with that thought, she began searching the crowded basement in earnest.

A number of stacked boxes, empty luggage, and discarded furniture filled
the basement, but it was the stacked boxes that held the answer, Sue guessed.
She had to climb over crates and an old fold-up rollaway bed that blocked her
route to the boxes and the damned thing creaked and groaned loudly as she put
her weight upon it.

"WHO'S DOWN THERE !??" echoed into the basement. Sue jumped in fright
and dropped the flashlight she'd been carrying. The lens at the front
shattered with the sound of breaking glass and the damned thing went dark as
it clattered across the floor. Hoping to find a place to hide, as escape was
now out of the question, Sue scurried in behind a stack of boxes and held her
breath. If the Lambda's found her down here, she'd be in deep trouble. It
wasn't the breaking and entering that bothered her; the Lambda's favorite
punishment was to steal the offender's clothes and leave them naked in the
middle of the football field.

Trying to not even think of making a sound, Sue waited fearfully, hoping
her discoverer would go away. This was not the case. Cautious footfalls
could be heard coming down the old wooden stairs and Sue feared she'd be
caught in a few moments. Although she had a limited view, she could see
white tennis shoes and spandex covered legs working their way down the
stairs.

Fortunately for Sue, the lights to the basement weren't working, and
Maggie had to make her way down the stairs in the dark. Unfortunately for
Sue, the broken glass from the flashlight crunched under the soles of
Maggie's tennis shoes and pointed her in the right direction.

Maggie figured it would be a Theta snooping around while everyone else
was gone. She would have been absent, yet she felt it her duty to study for
mid-terms rather than spend a weekend at the cabin. Knowing now that the
intruder was hiding behind the stack of boxes, Maggie stood upon an old crate
to get a better view.

"All right ! Whoever you are, come out of there !" Maggie ordered. "I'm
not fooling, either you come out or I call Campus Security !" she threatened.

Sue wasn't about to surrender to this Lambda nerd no matter what she
said. She'd have to come in and get her. If she left to call Security, Sue
could always slip back out the way she'd come, escape before they got here,
and no one would be the wiser.

It looked as though Maggie was giving up and getting ready to leave when
fate sent a little mouse scurrying across Sue's legs ! Involuntarily, she
screeched and backed against the wall. Some of the boxes fell, telegraphing
her location.

Sue thought she'd blown it all, but Maggie was startled by her scream.
Her sudden move on the crate caused the old wood to give way and it broke
beneath her. Screaming in surprise, Maggie fell forward onto the old bed.
It may have been old and creaked and groaned with weight upon it, but it
still worked. Maggie's body fell directly across the center hinge of the old
collapsible. With that much weight in one place, the bed folded up as if for
storage, and when both ends met at the top, the securing bar clanked firmly
into place.

Maggie struggled to free herself from the bed but the bar held fast and
held her trapped between the two halves of the mattress. She wriggled and
pulled as much as she could, but only managed to get her legs out one side
and her head and shoulders out the other.

"GET ME OUTTA THIS THING !" the brunette yelled in frustration.

Sue had heard the breaking wood, and the creaking bed but didn't know
Maggie's predicament until she cried for help. Now was the redhead's chance
to get out of there before anyone else came. But instead of reacting to
fear, Sue sat down again and thought for a second. "Wait a minute, there
wasn't supposed to be anyone here in the first place. They're all supposed
to be at the cabin ! Maybe she's the only Lambda here!"

With that in mind, she sat and waited. Maggie's cries for help continued,
but after five minutes no help arrived. Seeing an advantage, Sue moved out
from the boxes to see what the bed had trapped.

Maggie struggled vainly in the bed-trap but had no chance whatsoever of
freeing herself. Delightedly, Sue went to where Maggie's head stuck out and
kneeled down next to her.

"What's the matter ? Got yourself stuck here ?" she asked.

"YES !" Maggie yelled belligerently. Then, realizing she needed help to
get out, immediately changed her tone. "I mean.. yes, this darn thing closed
up on me and I can't get it open. Please let me out and I won't say a thing
about you being here" she pleaded.

Sue smiled wickedly and put forth a proposition "tell ya what, you tell
me where the Lambda cabin is located and I'll get you out of there. Now
that's a pretty good deal isn't it ?"

Maggie began to get angry again. She wasn't about to make a deal with a
Theta bimbo, especially one who broken into Lambda House in the first place.
And the location of the cabin was one of Lambda's most closely guarded
secrets.

"Who the hell do you think you are ?" she bellowed, "...first you break
in here like a thief, and now you want me to tell you everything ? I don't
think so !" Maggie finished.

"I didn't think you'd see it my way. Not right now anyway. Well, if
you reconsider, just give me a shout." With that Sue walked away. Maggie
tried to follow her but her vision, and most everything else, was restricted
by the position she was in.

"HEY !, Where are you going ??" she screamed. Maggie got no response
and wrongfully assumed that the redhead was leaving her trapped in the
basement until her sisters returned from the weekend party.

Suddenly, Maggie felt a tugging at the laces to her tennis shoe. At
first, she feared that mice might be nibbling at them, but then she felt the
same tugging on her other shoe.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING ???" she screamed angrily.

Sue had nonchalantly squatted on the floor by the end of the bed where
Maggie's legs stuck out. Grinning wickedly, and humming contentedly to
herself, she was delicately plucking at the girl's shoe laces; slowly untying
them and unlacing the tennis shoes.

"DAMN YOU !!! STOP THAT !!! LET ME OUT OF HERE !!!" she screamed.

"All you have to do is tell me where the cabin is" Sue sang playfully,
"...then I'll let you out of there".

Maggie's protests and pleadings died in her throat as she steadfastly
refused to be bullied by a Theta. She hoped that it wouldn't be that much
longer and one of her sisters would return to her rescue.

Chuckling to herself, and feeling a wicked sensuality building up in
her, Sue continued to draw the laces from Maggie's shoes until they both lay
before her on the cement floor. With one finger, she pulled at the heel of
the left shoe and watched in satisfaction as it dropped to the floor. "Oooooh
! Goodness ! You've lost one of your shoes !!!!" Sue teased evilly.

"CUT THAT OUT !!!!!" Maggie screamed again, "YOU PUT MY SHOE BACK ON
RIGHT NOW !!!!"

Sue ignored the empty threat but couldn't help but be even more excited
by the brunette's predicament. She wondered idly if the girl had any idea
what she intended to do. Still humming, she pulled at the heel of the right
shoe. Maggie tried desperately to keep her shoe on by wriggling her foot in
a vain attempt to keep it wedged in place. But without laces the loose shoe
followed its mate and dropped to the cold cement floor. "My my...now you've
lost your other shoe too !!!" Sue said with a little giggle.

Sue ignored Maggie's vehement protests. Using her long fingernails like
pincers, she deftly plucked the spandex foot straps from Maggie's arches and
let the elastic material snap back against the back of her heels. Then,
starting on the left, she snared the toe of the girl's sock and gently began
tugging downward.

"And what do we have under here ?" Sue hummed, hugely enjoying the slow
teasing and feeling of ultimate power she held over the trapped Lambda.

A niggling fear began to grow at the back of Margaret's mind as she felt
her sock being pulled off. She hadn't figured out yet what Sue intended to
do, but she knew it wouldn't bode well for her. She felt cold air hit the
bare skin of her sole as the first sock was stripped from her foot and felt
the beginning tugs on the other one.

In fearful desperation, she tried pleading with her captor. "Please...
let me out of here" she whined, "...I'll never tell anyone that you were
here...". Fearful visions of sharp pins or hot match tips paraded through
Maggie's paranoia.

"Oh, but I want you to tell..." Sue teased, "...I want you to tell me
where the cabin is" she said playfully as she dropped the other sock to the
floor.

Maggie wiggled her feet in vain in an attempt to either break free or
draw them into the relative protection of the mattress. Both efforts were
completely ineffectual and her bare feet remained vulnerable to Sue's
designs.

"You know..." Sue began in her teasing fashion, "...I just bet these
soft, tender, bare feet of yours are just the slightest bit ticklish. How
much you want to bet ?"

A growing terror consumed Maggie's being. She knew how ticklish her
feet were but never thought this girl would resort to tickle-torture to learn
the whereabouts of the cabin. She was so filled with a fear of being held
helpless while another girl tickled her feet that she was about to spout the
location of the cabin. She never got the chance.

With a perfectly wicked, sensuous gleam in her eye, Sue slowly drew her
long fingernails across Maggie's naked, defenseless soles !

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!! Maggie giggled
as those uncontrollable sensations were transmitted throughout her body !
She wiggled and wriggled her feet but couldn't pull them away from Susan's
tortuous tickling fingers. She tried to scream in protest but could only
scream with laughter as the redhead tickled her helpless bare feet !

Susan delighted in finding every possible ticklish area of the
brunette's bare feet. She tickled under the toes, across the soles, over the
tops, and behind the heels. It wasn't long before she had Maggie sobbing
quietly with uncontrollable laughter.

"A few more minutes of this..." Sue said to herself, "and this little
nerd will tell me anything ! But I'm having far too much fun to stop now !"

At this point, Maggie would have told the redhead anything she wanted to
know. The awful tickling had stripped away any resistance and self-respect
she had ever possessed.

Sue continued to tickle Maggie's feet until the poor girl was literally
sobbing from the torment. But the feeling of power that so consumed her took
control and refused to let her stop.

As Maggie tried valiantly to catch her breath and stop the incessant
laughter that welled up from her tummy, Sue stood, grabbed both spandex foot
straps, and heaved mightily.

Maggie first felt the jerk upon her shoulders but couldn't assimilate
what was being done to her. She next felt it on her biceps, accompanied by
the sound of stressed fabric tearing and parting. Only then was she
beginning to catch her breath and blink the laugh tears from her eyes. When
she felt the third jerk, she watched in horror as her spandex aerobics outfit
disappeared from her arms ! She felt it slide down her sides, over her buns,
and across the back of her legs before she realized she had been stripped of
her clothing !

Sue strutted back to the front of the bed-trap, holding Maggie's spandex
suit like a trophy, and waved it in front of her horror-filled eyes.

"Did you lose something ?" she teased. "My goodness, you're naked
aren't you ?"

In horrified embarrassment, Maggie tried to cover her breasts which were
dangling just out of the mattress. A deep crimson flush started at her milky
white breasts and suffused her shoulders, neck and face.

"Well, seeing as you aren't using this..." Sue said as she regarded the
spandex, "... let's see if I can't put it to good use."

With a loud "RRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP !!!!" Sue tore the suit in half.
Smiling evilly, she proceeded to tear each half into quarters. Ever so
calmly, she made a loop out of one of the quarters and snared one of Maggie's
flailing wrists. With the elastic spandex, she jerked Maggie's left arm into
the air and tied it off to the raised end of the bed. She repeated this
procedure with the brunette's right arm until she had the girl trussed
upward. In this position, the horrified Maggie found herself arched upward,
her large breasts hanging freely in the cool air.

"OOOOOOH ! I bet those are ticklish too, aren't they ?" Sue teased. She
rummaged around in one of the boxes and produced an old paint brush which she
dangled in front of the brunette's terror-filled eyes. "Let's just find out,
shall we ??"

The first kiss of the bristles across her nipples made Maggie twitch and
giggle uncontrollably. Try as she might, she couldn't wiggle out of the
range of the brush. Soon those giggles became deeper belly laughs that the
brunette was unable to stop. It seemed her breasts were nearly as ticklish
as her bare feet !

Sue licked her lips lustily as she watched Maggie's nipples grow and
stiffen into hard little nubs. Each pass of the brush made the girl wriggle
and laugh and made Susan grow more excited.

Despite the terror that filled her tortured mind and the unbearable
tickling that reduced her to a helpless kitten, a sensuous warmth was
spreading from Maggie's ticklish tits, across her flat tummy and down into
her loins. One corner of her mind looked on disgustedly as it realized she
was becoming sexually excited from this ticklish torture. Her kicking legs
did little to alleviate the feeling; rather, her rubbing thighs served to
intensify the glow she felt building below.

When Sue had tickled Maggie into another fit of soundless sobs, she left
the girls bobbling breasts and moved back to the foot of the bed.

With the remainder of Maggie's now destroyed aerobics outfit, Sue bound
each of the brunette's ankles to the top of the bed. Elevated as they were,
Maggie's wriggling bare feet were now turned invitingly up, presenting the
wrinkled soles to her as if they were a gift.

Sue was beginning to get incredibly excited by now and resisted the urge
to rub her own steaming snatch into a state of blissful explosion. With her
blood roaring deliciously in her temples, Sue rummaged around in some boxes
and returned with an old ball-point pen. Testing it on her palm, she
verified that the implement would still write; a very nice shade of blue at
that.

"Just so you don't forget who's the boss around here,"Sue commented to
the blubbering brunette, "I think we'll leave a little reminder for you !"

Sue had intended to draw the Theta's Greek letters on the bottoms of
Maggie's feet, but the second she touched the point of the pen to the smooth
soles Maggie began shrieking once again in uncontrollable laughter. Her
violently wriggling feet made it very difficult to render very neat letters !

Sue was beginning to get light headed. Her blood was raging in her
veins from the excitement and she felt she'd burst at any moment. She also
knew that the helpless, gibbering brunette would now tell her anything she
would
ever want to know.

A flip of her wrist was all it took to release the bar that held the bed
in its upright position. With a loud CLANG ! and groaning of old springs,
the bed flopped open before her.

With wrists and ankles securely bound to the four corners, Margaret's
nude body splayed out spread-eagled on the old bed. This sensuous display
of her enemy naked and helpless before her was too much for Sue's overtaxed
libido.

Leaning weakly against a joist for support, Sue moaned softly as her
body vibrated with a muscle wracking orgasm ! With her eyes squeezed tightly
shut and her mouth wide open in ecstasy, her hands spastically rubbed herself
as wave after wave of incredible pleasure made her body jerk and shudder.

Minutes later, after the glorious feelings had subsided, Sue looked
through misty eyes at the sight that remained before her.

Still blubbering and giggling like an idiot, Maggie was trying
desperately to reveal the location of the cabin. Weakly she pulled at her
bonds. It did not gain her freedom, but set her buns to jiggling deliciously
in Susan's eyes.

Retrieving the paint brush, she began tracing the bristles playfully
across the very tender skin of Maggie's tush and exposed inner thighs.

Even though she felt she could endure no more of this delicious torture,
Maggie's body responded as jolts of teasing hilarity contracted the muscles
of her tummy and forced raw, raspy belly laughs from her dry throat.

"NO NO !!!... PLEASE !!!!.... NOT THERE !!!! DON'T TICKLE ME THERE !!!!
EEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEE !!!!!" Maggie squealed pleadingly.

Despite her shame and humiliation, Maggie became more and more excited
as each bristle caressed her tenderest spots. Unbidden waves of pleasure
began to build within her, threatening to wash her over the edge into
blissful oblivion.

Sue could see that the brunette was indeed becoming sexually aroused by
her ticklish teasing and used her brush in a most effective manner. Slowly,
with just the lightest kiss of the bristles, Sue teased and tickled the curly
brown hairs at the center of Maggie's being. When she felt the Lambda was at
the very edge, she rested the end of the bristles on Maggie's engorged love-
button and began raking her long nails up and down the girl's captive left
sole !

Loud squeals of hilarious laughter exploded from Maggie's lips ! In one
instant she was caught up in the uncontrollable feelings Sue's foot tickling
produced and in the next, overcome by the glorious waves of pleasure that the
brush produced.

Sobbing and squealing like a deranged idiot, Maggie felt the muscles of
her stomach tighten and release in a roller coaster ride of orgasmic delight
! Again and again her body was wracked by violent shudders as she jerked and
twitched in uncontrolled bliss ! Finally, when her tortured mind could stand
no more, she swooned into a blissful oblivion never before experienced in her
life !

Sue was more than pleased with the results of her efforts. The
exhausted girl instantly revealed the location of the cabin in a torrent of
pleading words when Sue playfully waved the paint brush in front of her face.
As she untied the helplessly weak brunette, she warned her that she'd better
not tell anyone of what happened this day.

"If I hear that one word leaks out about this, I'll make sure that every
single individual in this school knows not only how helplessly ticklish you
are, but that it turns you on like nothing they've ever seen before ! Before
you know it, everyone on campus will be trying to get you into very ticklish
situations !"

Nodding her understanding, Margaret weakly crawled to the stairs and
moved as quickly as she could away from the Theta.

"....so we never have anything to fear from Old Iron Britches again"
Alicia finished.

"Sounds to me like we should call her 'Hot Pants' now" Bernadette said
with a sly smile.
The Laughing Professor - Part 3

Margaret wracked her brain in an effort to fight off the embarrassment
and humiliation she was feeling. It was bad enough that the Dean of Women
usurped her authority by ordering her to fail her two students. But now
there was no way she could do that without exposing herself to shame and
ridicule to the entire campus should those pictures become public.

Thoroughly dejected and unable to deal with her despondent thoughts, she
decided on a course of action that was totally out of character for the staid
brunette.

Margaret walked woodenly across the campus as the last light of day
stole from the skies. Her long full hair blew about her face in the wind,
not having been rearranged into its customary bun following her disastrous
counseling session.

Without her glasses her myopic eyes saw even less of her surroundings as
she made her way to the only refuge her confused mind could think of.
Perhaps some time with her sisters at the Lambda house would clear her
thoughts.

She paid little attention to the busy preparations going on about her as
she entered the house. The sorority was putting the final touches on the
decorations for their biggest party of the year; The Grudge Party.

The rivalry between Lambda house and Theta house had not cooled in the
years since Margaret first attended State. Rather, the rivalry had changed
from one of destructive animosity to a thinly veiled if somewhat more
friendly competition. Each year the two houses held The Grudge Party; a
competition that decided who would possess the party cabin for the ensuing
year. The house that had lost the previous year had the honor of choosing
the forum under which the competition would take place.

Lambda house had the embarrassment of losing to the bimbos of Theta the
previous year; especially as the forum had been a round-robin elimination of
Trivial Pursuit. In choosing this year's forum, Lambda decided to avoid the
intellectual angle and go for the physical; a best of five falls wrestling
competition.

In her depressed state, Margaret took little notice of the wrestling
ring that had been constructed in the middle of the main room of the house.
Rather, she sidestepped the monstrous affair and moved to the table where
snacks and drinks had been set up in preparation for the evening's
festivities.

"Perhaps," she thought to herself, "some punch would improve my mood".
Suiting actions to thoughts, Maggie poured herself a healthy cup of the
fruity beverage and drank it down eagerly.

The punch had a nice warming effect on her that radiated pleasantly from
her empty stomach. She didn't feel all that hungry at the moment even though
she'd missed dinner. Instead she decided on more of the delicious punch, and
refilled her glass before choosing a comfortable spot on the sofa.

No one had thought to tell Ms. Standley that the punch had been subtly
fortified for this evening - with 180 proof grain alcohol. By the time the
competition began, and after many trips to the punch bowl, Margaret was
roaring drunk; slurring her words and giggling at the slightest provocation.

The matches got underway in a very convivial atmosphere; helped no doubt
by the punch. Lambda's first wrestler dispatched her opponent quickly,
pinning her to the mat in less than three minutes.

Margaret joined the Lambda's in loudly cheering their first victory and
sloppily downed another cup of punch. Not having much tolerance for alcohol
to begin with, the last of her inhibitions slipped away in a drunken haze.

"WE CAN BEAT ANY THETA - NO MATTER WASSHH GAME YA WANNA PLAY" Maggie
yelled drunkely. "BUNCHA DAMN BIMBOSHH ANYWAY!"

Maggie's drunken taunts brought titters of laughter from her sisters and
stares of burning hatred from the girls of Theta house. Particularly from
Lois Lee.

Lois was the head of the university's Physical Education department and
doubled as an aerobics instructor in her off time. The stunning redhead
stood an even six foot and was built like an amazon. Her piercing green eyes
were fixed malevolently on the drunken English Comp professor. Initiated as
a Theta when she first attended State, she took a fierce pride in her house
and regularly attended their scheduled functions.

Disgusted with the drunken display of her contemporary, she was also
angered at the shouts of BIMBO ! that peppered Maggie's taunts.

"If she doesn't shut her mouth" thought Lois angrily, "I'll shut it for
her !"

Alicia and Bernadette laughed uproariously at the drunken professor;
well understanding why she might choose to get drunk this evening. Theta's
themselves, it made it that much sweeter to be able to dominate a snooty
Lambda as they had.

Lambda didn't fair too well during the next two bouts; losing both of
them after arduous battles. The fourth match went to Lambda but not after
some heated complaints from the Theta crowd.

"SHE CHEATED ! THAT WASN'T A THREE SECOND PIN !" screamed one of the
Theta's.

"DID NOT !" came the reply from the Lambda's.

The competition did not have a referee as the rules were fairly simple -
there were none. An opponent merely had to hold the other's shoulders to the
mat for 3 seconds to win the bout. Any hold was legal, there was no time
limit, and no interference was allowed from the crowd.

Maggie reeled drunkenly towards the ring, sloshing punch this way and
that as she proceeded.

"AHHHH YA SHTUPID BIMBOSHH !! WHASSHA MATTER ? CAN'T SHTAND TO BE BEAT
???" she screamed. "EVEN I COULDA BEAT THAT BIMBO WITH ONE ARM TIED BEHIND
MY BACK !! I COULD BEAT ANY O' YOU SHLUTS !" she spat.

Lois had had enough. As the jeering subsided, the redhead walked
regally over to the brunette and stood towering above her.

"And do you think you could beat me, you drunken bitch?" Lois asked with
thinly veiled malice.

A hush fell over both sides as Margaret looked blearily up at the much
stronger woman in defiance.

"LET THEIR'S BE THE DECIDING MATCH !" Alicia yelled into the silence.

"What are you doing ??!!" Bernadette hissed into her ear.

"Sssshhhh !!" Alicia shusshed her.

"'A COURSH I COULD BEAT YA - YA SHTUPID THETA BIMBO" Margaret slurred,
accepting the challenge.

The Lambda's began to protest, knowing that Margaret didn't stand a
chance against the redhead sober, much less drunk. Jibes of "CHICKEN !" and
"COWARDS !!!" came from the Theta's.

"EITHER THEIR'S IS THE FINAL MATCH OR YOU LOSE BY FORFEIT !" Alicia
interjected, and the Theta's cheered their agreement.

Forced with losing in either event, and anticipating a very comic match
at the staid proffessor's expense, the Lambda's relented and moved to help
the very drunk professor up into the ring.

Lois took her place in the Theta corner, flexing her muscles which
showed clearly from her tank top and gym shorts. A hushed "Pssssst" from
Alicia bade Lois to bend down so the blonde could whisper in her ear.

As Alicia whispered to her, an evil grin pulled back the corners of the
redhead's mouth, exposing a set of perfect white teeth. A simple nod
followed and she raised back up to face her opponent.

Margaret was shuffling her feet and doing a stumblingly hilarious shadow
boxing routine that brought laughter from both sides of the house. It was
patently obvious to both sides that the brunette would probably pass out
before the match was over much less triumph over the Phys Ed professor.

The bell sounded and both combatants moved towards the center of the
ring.

Maggie swung at the redhead in an attempt to knock her to the mat but
Lois easily sidestepped the maneuver and watched with a smile as the brunette
windmilled towards the ropes, bounced off, and stumbled back to the center of
the ring.

Unexpectedly, Lois lunged and tackled the smaller woman, sending her
sprawling face down on the mat where she fell on top of her. Her stronger,
lithe body effectively pinned her, but without Maggie's shoulders touching
the mat, it wasn't a pin.

Recovering her breath, Margaret tried unsuccessfully to squirm out from
beneath the redhead; kicking and flailing her legs ineffectively.

As if she was playing with a rag doll, Lois pulled Margaret's arms above
her head and pinned her wrists to the mat with one hand. With an evil grin
sent in Alicia's direction, she snaked her other hand down by the brunette's
unprotected side.

At Alicia's nod, Lois started tickling Maggie's ribs with her long
fingernails.

Peals of giggling laughter escaped Margaret's lips as she laughed and
wiggled like a little girl.

"HEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEE !!!! NO DON'T PLEEEEHEHEHEHEE !!!!" she squealed in
helpless abandonment as she thrashed and wriggled on the mat.

The girls from both houses laughed uproariously at the professor's
discomfiture and raucously cheered for the redhead to keep tickling the
giggling brunette. Some of the observers darted their tongues to their lips
as they felt their own sexual response to the woman's domination and vied for
position to be able to witness every delicious moment.

Lois tickled Margaret into a state of weakened giggling before she
started hiking up the brunette's cotton blouse. When the redhead had the
white blouse bunched up under Maggie's armpits, she renewed her ticklish
attack on the helpless woman's exposed bare skin.

Lois could see the lustful stares the cheering girls had locked on the
spectacle and heard shouts of "TAKE HER BLOUSE OFF !!" and "TOSS IT OUT HERE
!!!" come from both sides of the room.

Instead, the larger woman dragged the giggling brunette like a sack of
potatoes over to the ropes. By pulling up on the lowest rope and stepping
down on the middle one, Lois opened the jaws of an elastic trap which she
dropped the limp body of the English Comp professor into. Letting go, the
trap closed on the very drunk brunette and held her firmly in its grasp; her
arms dangling uselessly outside the ring.

With both hands now free, and the crowd of girls enthusiastically
cheering her on, Lois straddled the trapped brunette and wickedly attacked
her sides; viciously tickling the squealing woman's ribs, underarms and tummy
!

Margaret's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and an idiot's smile split
her face as loud bursts of uncontrollable laughter were forced out of her
throat. Her weakened arms flailed uselessly above the heads of the girls
that pressed towards the ring; eyes glassy as they watched this perversely
exciting wrestling match.

Some of the girls were not content with being idle observers and snared
the cuffs of Maragaret's white cotton blouse. Some ripping and tearing was
heard above Maggie's tortured laughter as they tugged and pulled, soon
stripping the blouse from the brunette's body. The black lacy bra that
barely contained those full, melon sized breasts added to the sensuous
performance before them. Some stared in undisguised lust as they watched the
milky white cleavage jiggle and shake in time with Maggie's squeals of
delight.

Lois too felt the rising heat of the moment. She felt joyous that she
was teaching this smart-ass a good lesson, powerful that she could so easily
dominate the brunette, and excited by the sexual overtones of tickling
another woman into helpless submission.

Maraget's screams of laughter had subsided into soundless sobs of
hilarity when Lois stopped the tortuous rib-tickling. A groan of complaint
came from the crowd of excited girls when they thought the redhead was
finished. This was soon followed, however, by a cheer of anticipation as Lois
bent Margaret's legs up against her own ample bosom, crossed her ankles, and
clamped them in that position with her very strong left arm.

Deftly, the redhead plucked the right shoe off Maggie's foot, tossed it
out into the crowd, and repeated the procedure with her left, leaving two
feebly wriggling bare feet before her. She wiggled her fingers preparatively
above the woman's upturned soles and the crowd of girls immediately
responded.

"TICKLE HER FEET ! TICKLE HER FEET ! TICKLE HER FEET !" they chanted in
unison.

Breathing a bit huskily, Lois was only too happy to oblige. Swiftly,
she danced her nails across Margaret's heels, wriggling toes, and soft pale
arches with feather light strokes just hard enough to thoroughly tickle her
tender bare feet.

Hoarse squeals erupted from Margaret's raw throat as she felt the
irresistible tingling shoot from her awfully ticklish feet and settle in her
vibrating tummy; forcing gale after gale of helpless laughter from her
throat.

Lois had never imagined how sexually exciting it could be to tickle
another woman into submission. But as she thoroughly worked over Margaret's
ticklish feet and watched the helpless woman thrash and wriggle at her
bidding she became totally caught up in the sensuous episode. Gone were the
cruder thoughts of revenge, replaced by the exhilarating thoughts that she
was going to be able to tickle every part of this woman's body, strip every
piece of clothing from her, and have the entire complement of both sorority
houses cheering her on in the process.

Acting on that thought, Lois let the brunette's leaden legs slap weakly
back to the mat as the woman tried desperately to draw much needed oxygen
into her lungs. Snaking her nimble fingers around by Margaret's now exposed
navel, Lois deftly plucked at the belt buckle, popped loose the snap, and
unzipped the brunette's silky black slacks.

Loud cheers went up from the assembled girls as they realized Lois was
depantsing the snooty, high-minded English professor. A few brief tugs
exposed the brunette's lacy black panties that did their best to contain her
full jiggling buns. Two more tugs at the cuffs slid the light garment from a
pair of very shapely bare legs and Lois sailed the purloined pants out into
the crowd.

Margaret had been beyond conscious thought since the redhead first
slammed her to the mat and started tickling her into submission. Had she
been able, she would have been horrifically embarrassed to realize she was
being tickled senseless and stripped naked for the second time in the same
day. Further, she would have realized the eventual outcome; her own body's
perverse reaction to severe, dominant, tickle-torture !

However, weak, feeble giggling was all that Margaret was able to produce
as Lois worked her over but good ! Starting at the brunette's armpits, the
redhead used her long nails to tease and titillate every exposed inch of skin
the woman possessed. As she worked over her back, she unsnapped the clasp
that strained to hold the woman's large breasts within the lacy black bra,
leaving it to hang limply from the shoulder straps while her bare breasts
jiggled invitingly in front of the spectator's rapt faces. Soon questing
hands tugged at the flimsy garment and it was pulled from the brunette's arms
and claimed as a prize by the crowd. The matching black panties soon joined
it as Lois peeled them down, exposing soft white buns that jiggled and
bounced; begging to be tickled by her.

The crowd of girls began to exhibit a mob mentality as they lustfully
watched the now totally nude brunette receive even more fiendish tickle
torture.

Lois released the almost unconscious woman from the rope trap and laid
her out upon the mat; her bare feet dangling out only inches from the crowd
of very excited girls. As if she was playing a piano, the redhead danced her
fingernails up and down the helpless woman's body; teasing an engorged nipple
here, tickling a belly button there, and diddling with remarkable effect in a
soft mound of curly brown hairs.

Mewling and giggling weakly, Margaret tried to defend herself from the
tickling attack but was too slow to do more than bat feebly at Lois's dancing
fingers. Also, her own repressed libido was turning on her as warm splashes
of sensual delight began to flood her from head to toe; her body taking great
delight in being tickled and teased to explosive sexual intensity.

Lois moved Margaret's unresisting arms up above her head, where they
remained while the redhead deftly tweaked, stroked, tickled and teased her.
Giggling and moaning it guttural gasps, the brunette's body wriggled in
delighted sexual bliss, rocking slowly from side to side.

The pitch and frequency of her laughter followed the increased writhing
and wriggling of her nude body as the girls immediately outside the ring
decided to join in. As one would pet and caress a fuzzy animal, the girls
had captured the brunette's wriggling bare feet and were subjecting them to
devilish tickles and licks. Delightedly, they used their fingers to tickle
the wrinkling soles and their tongues to tease the tender flesh between her
flexing toes.

In short order, Margaret was writhing in complete sexual abandon upon
the wrestling mat; stretching her arms high above her head to expose every
inch of her nude body to the teasing fingers and tongues that propelled her
into unbelievable ecstasy.

Lois rocketed the helpless brunette towards orgasmic surrender by
vibrating her nimble fingertips throughout Maggie's curly brown forest and
suckling an achingly engorged nipple with her full red lips. Unabashed
groans mingled with deep throaty barks of laughter as an intense shuddering
possessed the woman's body. Very noticeable jerks and twitches highlighted
each wave that shook her frame as she experienced one orgasmic contraction
after another.

Long after she had slid into blissful unconsciousness, her body
continued to twitch and wriggle from the unbelievable sensations that still
possessed it.

The girls of Lambda house for once did not object to having lost the
competition, nor did Theta house think they would ever attend a Grudge Party
like this one. Together, they surreptitiously returned the brunette to her
house and put her to bed to sleep off her drunken stupor.

As they had so accurately guessed, Margaret awoke the next morning
having remembered nothing of the night before.
The Laughing Professor - Part 4

Even though Margaret felt secure that only a very few people were aware
of her ticklish vulnerability, it didn't take long for the rumors following
the Grudge Party to circulate throughout the campus. Further, the two highly
humiliating and totally subjugating ticklish attacks upon her had begun to
wear upon her already unstable psyche; paranoia and fear began to dominate
her waking mind.

Sly, lustful glances aimed in her direction during classes and as she
walked around the campus went unrecognized by the staid professor. She was
lost in thought; far too busy putting the final touches on her presentation
for the Board of Regents. This particular presentation was especially
crucial as success or failure dictated which department received the all
important federal grants that allowed them to operate.

Of all the ears that caught wind of Margaret's escapade at the sorority
house, none listened more intently than those of April Hastler. The black
haired Science Department Head not only despised the prudish, high-handed
English Comp professor, she was in active competition to obtain the federal
grants. More to the point, her professional survival was dependent on
receiving those grants for her job would be eliminated should funding be
reduced.

Armed with the knowledge that the English Comp professor possessed an
exploitable weakness, April's devious mind began to devise a multi-phased,
sure fire scheme to discredit the English department's presentation, publicly
humiliate the haughty bitch, and win the grant for herself.

***

Nervous beyond words, Margaret gingerly ascended the three short steps
that led her to the stage. Dressed meticulously in a very reserved, three
piece suit, her high heels made a staccato clicking sound as she crossed the
proscenium and took up her position behind the podium.

As she arranged her notes before her, she glanced apprehensively at the
assembled faces that looked expectantly in her direction. The Dean of Women
gave her a cross look; still seething over Margaret's failure to dismiss
those two students, she would have no compunction against voting down the
English Comp professor's study proposal.

Nervously, Maggie fingered her tight bun of hair and resettled her
glasses upon her nose before beginning. Thirstily, she sipped at the ready
glass of water to clear her throat for speaking.

Smiling wickedly to herself, April waited in gleeful anticipation for
the presentation to begin. She was sure that her many preparations for
today's event would result in the demise of Margaret's proposal. "Drink
deeply, my dear" she thought, "I'm sure you'll thoroughly enjoy yourself".

As the lights began to dim for the brunette's slide presentation, April
fondly fingered the small remote control she held beneath the table. With
her vast knowledge of science it hadn't been hard to rig the podium with the
devices she had built. Now, to see if they worked. Delicately, April pushed
the first of a series of small buttons on her control.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I am Margaret Standley, Professor
of English Composition..." Maggie began as the lights lowered. "My proposal
deals with the effects of world events on the creation of masterpieces in the
literary field..."

A brief touch of wooziness flashed through Margaret's brain,
followed by an even briefer flush of dizziness. Unbeknownst to her, strong
alcohol derivatives raced through her blood stream at an alarming rate.
Bonded cleverly to their molecular structure, a genetically engineered
aphrodisiac was carried throughout the blood and deposited in specifically
targeted areas of her anatomy.

As she recited the prelude to her presentation, Maggie did not hear nor
detect the faint hissing sound of escaping gas; gas that emanated from the
front of the podium and dispersed very conveniently below her nose. Nor did
she smell anything unusual as she took in a very deep breath to begin her
next sentence.

Three minutes into her selected slides, Margaret began to feel light-
headed again and somewhat giddy. And wasn't it a bit warm in here ? A deep
warm glow encased her entire body from the tip of her toes to her scalp. She
felt small beads of perspiration collecting on her forehead as she tugged at
her now somewhat damp ensemble.

In the dim light, April could see Margaret nervously tugging at the
collar of her blouse. She grinned wickedly to herself as she released the
button that had signalled one of her devices to emit a faint mist of
additional chemicals; chemicals that had a decidedly deleterious effect on
the molecular bonding of the textile fibers in cotton.

Margaret slowly plowed through her presentation. She felt very giddy
right now, almost to the point of silliness. Her mind strayed from her
presentation and she thought distractedly that it just wouldn't do for her to
giggle right now, yet that was exactly what she felt like doing. And her skin
tingled all over as if a thousand ants were racing up and down her body
underneath her clothing. Hot flashes rushed through her, uncomfortably but
pleasantly stimulating her most sensitive areas.

April waited patiently as she heard Margaret stumble and slur over a
few words and stray from the presentation outline. "Any time now..." she
grinned evilly "...the nitrous oxide should be taking over and all sorts of
things will be falling into place". Or more accurately, falling off !

Bravely, Margaret tried to keep her mind on what she was saying but she
drifted farther afield with every passing minute. Veering into day-dreams,
sensuous images of the entire Board clothed only in their underwear sprang to
her dulled and confused mind. Just as she was to begin her next sentence, a
timorous "TEE-HEE" of a giggle escaped her lips!

In her mind she was horrified ! She could hear the restless stirrings
and murmurings of the Board of Regents as she tried desperately to get back
on track. Frantically trying to find her place in her notes, she had the
wildest vision of the Board of Regents laughing uproariously at her
presentation. Perversely, her body twanged like a taut bowstring with a
vibrant eroticism.

Rather than settle her down, that thought evoked a string of giggling
that she tried desperately to muffle with her hand ! At that very moment,
she felt the snaps on her garter belt give way. She quickly tried to snatch
her nylons before they slithered down her legs but the jerky movement only
caused the clasp on the garter belt to pop and she felt a distinct loosening
around her waist.

April saw the confused brunette's attempts to continue and figured she
was just about ready. Depressing a third button on her remote, she activated
the special insoles she had placed within Margaret's shoes the night before.
Tiny electric currents designed to stimulate sensitive nerve endings began to
dance and coruscate across the altered surface of the insoles.

The laughing gas already had Margaret giggling like a little school girl
but suddenly she felt something tickling her unbearably sensitive feet,
forcing titters of squealing laughter to escape from her lips !

The lights began to come back up and some of the Board of Regents sat
forward in their chairs with clear displeasure. Was this a college professor
or a drunken, silly school girl up there laughing and giggling so foolishly ?

Maggie began to laugh hysterically and could do nothing to stop it !
Something was tickling the soles of her feet and every inch of her skin felt
as if someone was teasing it with a thousand feathers ! Mincing around
ridiculously in an attempt to stop the tickling, she was only vaguely aware
that her stockings had completely disintegrated and now lay in filmy wisps
upon the floor !

April hid a huge smile behind one hand as the Board of Regents began to
whisper and complain between themselves. In stunned silence they watched as
Margaret's skirt separated into ragged remnants and fell to the stage behind
her; leaving her dancing around in laughter; dressed in a suit coat, blouse,
panties and high heels!

Margaret was laughing helplessly now as her soles continued to tickle
and her nipples swelled into hard nubbins from the teasing tickling they were
feeling. Tears welled up in her eyes and she was so disoriented she merely
danced from one side of the stage to the other ! Her body fairly thrummed
with increased sexual intensity.

Staring in shocked disbelief the Board watched as pieces of Margaret's
suit coat began to detach themselves and fall in little lumps of cloth upon
the stage ! Pieces of her blouse soon followed and left the buxom brunette
parading around in a laugh filled burlesque clad only in her bra, panties,
and heels !

Margaret was at this moment unaware of her surroundings as she feebly
tried to grab at her disintegrating garments, dance away from whoever was
tickling her feet, and stem the rising tide of erotic euphoria that made her
nipples ache deliciously and her love button throb with pre-orgasmic delight
! Her bra separated at the same moment her panties split down one side !
Trying to clutch at her bra only brought her fingers into contact with the
blood engorged nubbins her nipples had become and waves of pleasure thrummed
through her tummy and centered on her loins !

The faces around the table bore many varied expressions. Some were
filled with lust watching the buxom brunette prance around the stage nude
while others were aghast ! The Dean of Women had a tempered smile which
revealed how much she was enjoying Margaret's predicament. April was almost
laughing out loud at the ludicrous display.

Margaret slumped to the floor of the stage; her nude body writhing in
helpless laughter. Each little electric tingle that tickled her very
sensitive bare soles was accompanied by a wave of lustful euphoria that set
her muscles quivering. Soon she was openly massaging her achingly hard
nipples and fluttering her other hand around her steaming love triangle.

Delightedly, April pressed the final button on her remote and amplified
the electric impulses coursing through the insoles of Margaret's shoes.

Maggie began squealing in helplessly delighted laughter upon the stage
floor. It felt as though a thousand fingernails were raking across every
inch of her incredibly ticklish feet ! As always,the helpless tickling soon
set in motion the chain reaction her body always experienced when she was
tickled; wave after wave of delicious spasms began to shake her frame. Her
breasts jiggled seductively as she writhed in unabashed passion on the floor
and she began to squeal, giggle, and moan loud enough for all to hear !

Finally, in one massive heave, her body began shuddering and jerking in
an erotic and unbelievable display of heavenly orgasmic delight ! She
squealed her pleasure for all to hear and voluptuously caressed her body for
all to see.
The Laughing Professor - Part 5

Margaret waited in apprehensive dejection in the Dean's office the next
morning. Unlike her evening at Lambda house, she remembered all too well the
obscene spectacle she had made of herself during the Board of Regent's
presentation. Confusion and paranoia dominated her besieged mind as she
wrung her hands fitfully and squirmed unpleasantly in her chair.

With a nod from the Dean's secretary, she rose timidly and forced
herself to open the door and enter the Dean's office.

The Dean of Women was unsure how to address the problem presented by the
English Comp professor. There was no question by anyone's standards that she
would have to be let go. Nothing could justify such blatantly sexual
behavior under any circumstances, but to put on such a performance in front
of the Board of Regents was irrefutably inexcusable.

Yet, Sarah Bergstrom was secretly divided on the issue. Despite her
anger at the recalcitrant professor, she was one of those at the presentation
that had been profoundly aroused by the libidinous display. She had had to
call on all her reserves of will power to keep from fondling herself into an
erotic fervor. It was this will power she had to invoke now in order to
remain firm with the Board's decision to dismiss her.

Margaret entered the office timidly, dressed much as she always was;
hair pulled back severely, wearing a staid, reserved, business like suit.

Again the dichotomy of this unobviously sensuous woman struck Sarah as
Margaret demurely took the chair she was pointed to. She could tell by her
demeanor and all too obvious blushing that the brunette was thoroughly
embarrassed by what had transpired yesterday. It was this innocence and
vulnerability that sparked the wicked thoughts that began to course through
Sarah's brain.

"I suppose you've surmised that yesterday's disgraceful display means
your dismissal" Sarah began as an opening to this session.

Margaret stammered fitfully, unable to put into words the abuses that
had befallen her these past few days. "It's.... I mean.. not my fault..." she
tried weakly.

"NOT YOUR FAULT !!!!???? TO PARADE AROUND NUDE AND MASTURBATE IN FRONT
OF THE BOARD OF REGENTS ???" Sarah screamed as the brunette winced at her
attack.

"IS THAT HOW YOU HOPED TO OBTAIN A FEDERAL GRANT FOR THE ENGLISH
DEPARTMENT ???!!!!"

Margaret continued to wring her hands fitfully. She had no defense
against her actions; had no idea what could have possessed her to act in such
a fashion.

A surge of power swept through Sarah's lithe body. She knew she had a
firm upper hand here and reveled in the glory of such power. In light of Ms.
Standley's public offering yesterday, anything she said or did would
immediately be brought into question. A brief memory of Margaret's failure
to dismiss those two students flared briefly in Sarah's mind and sparked a
need for revenge.

Sarah strode purposefully around her desk to confront the cringing
brunette with as much force as she could muster.

"I'M SURE YOU KNOW THAT THE SCIENCE DEPARTMENT RECEIVED EVERY LAST
DOLLAR OF THE FEDERAL GRANTS, DON'T YOU ?"

Margaret winced visibly and tried to shrink back into her chair. A
niggling thought pressed at the back of her brain connecting yesterday's
fiasco with the Science Department.

Again, that surge of dominant power swept over Sarah and made her knees
tremble in glorious anticipation. Without conscious thought, she continued to
verbally blister the errant professor even as she moved idly to the door and
calmly shot the bolt home.

"And there's another matter that requires some answers from you before
your departure..." Sarah began cattily, "...an audit conducted last night by
the Board revealed some $100,000.00 missing from the English Department's
funds !"

Shocked out of her fear in horror, Margaret could only feebly shake her
head in an attempt to deny any responsibility.

"THE BOOKS REVEALED THAT MONEY SIGNED OUT TO YOU FOR FIRST EDITION
ACQUISITION ! APRIL WAS RIGHT ! NOW YOU WILL TELL ME RIGHT THIS MINUTE WHERE
THAT MONEY IS !" Sarah yelled.

"TELL ME !!!!" Sarah screamed as she advanced menacingly upon the
brunette and towered threateningly over her, "TELL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK
YOU WERE DOING AND TELL ME WHAT YOU'VE DONE WITH THOSE FUNDS !!!"

Tears began to seep from Margaret's eyes as her mind began to unravel.
Even then, the words "April was right" occupied a small portion of her
memory. She hoped and prayed for deliverance from this assault but could
only manage a weak "I don't know".

"Well, maybe I can help you remember" Sarah said as her pulse quickened
with forbidden excitement. Before Margaret knew what was happening, Sarah's
arms darted inside her suit jacket like fiendish snakes and her fingers
danced wickedly up and down Margaret's sides !

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!!" Margaret squealed as the Dean
attacked her ticklish rib cage. Reflexively, she brought her arms in tight to
her sides but only managed to trap the Dean's wriggling fingers against her
sensitive tummy. Fitfully, Margaret kicked her legs futilely in the air and
sunk lower into the overstuffed chair.

"OOOHHHHHH !!! Ticklish, are we ?" Sarah crooned as her continued
assault reduced the brunette to giggling helplessness.

As Margaret tried to avoid this latest attack in her most helpless arena
she began to slump lower and lower in the chair. Unfortunately, as she
scooted off of the padded leather seat, the hem of her skirt snagged on the
oversized tacks and hiked up to her waist as she plumped onto the shag rug.

The sight of the brunette's lacy black underwear and tasteful stockings
and garters exploded delightfully in Sarah's mind. In swift decision, Sarah
grabbed the rumpled hem of Margaret's skirt, and with a mighty heave, peeled
skirt, blouse and suit coat up into an enfolding mass of tangled apparel
about the wriggling woman's head and upraised arms.

With the professor's giggling squeals effectively muzzled and her
flailing arms hopelessly trapped, Sarah tossed the trussed brunette to her
back on the carpet and straddled her sexily clad body.

Like lightning, Sarah's long fingers darted in to tease sensitive
armpits, fiendishly prodded ticklish ribs, and wickedly dallied over
Margaret's heaving, vibrating tummy; instantly reducing the woman to helpless
hilarity below her.

Sarah had never known anyone so completely vulnerable, helpless, and
ticklish as the brunette who laid below her questing fingers. Feverish
flashes of desire coursed through the Dean's body as she attacked the
voluptuous curves and sensitive flesh of the screaming, giggling brunette.
Without regard for consequence, Sarah began stripping Margaret's underthings
from her body as she continued to tickle torture the hapless woman. The
discarded bra revealed a perfect pair of jiggling breasts that called
sensuously to the lustful Dean; begging her with their hardened nipples to be
tickled and teased.

As garter belt and panties were peeled down across Margaret's pale white
skin, Sarah delighted in teasing the tender creases of flesh above the
brunette's thighs, and titillating the furry brown mound that undulated
beneath her.

But Sarah lost all possibility of control when she discard the low
heeled flats the woman was wearing, peeled the remainder of her underthings
from her, and revealed Maggie's soft, and very vulnerable bare feet.

With delicious abandonment, Sarah raced her fingers up and down;
wickedly tickling Maggie's very sensitive bare feet.

Margaret was long ago lost to rational thought as she became once again
a slave to her ticklish vulnerability. Her fits of uncontrollably laughter
remained muffled by her bunched up clothing as the Dean continued to wickedly
tickle her soles.

Fearing the brunette might disentangle herself from her wardrobe
straight-jacket, Sarah dropped the woman's feebly kicking bare legs to the
carpet and snagged one of Maggie's discarded nylons.

With deft hands the Dean snared the topmost portions of Margaret's
skirt, blouse, and jacket and twisted them until she had a tight knot of
fabric. Swiftly, she bound the knot in place with the nylon, making a tight
bundle of the brunette's head and arms, keeping them well trapped within.

With the other nylon she had recovered, Sarah bound Margaret's left
ankle to the leg of her heavy, oak-wood desk.

Panting in delighted abandonment, Sarah gazed lasciviously down upon the
jiggling naked body of her recently fired Professor of English. Kneeling
casually by the brunette's cloth covered head, she evilly addressed the still
breathlessly giggling woman.

"I have a little deal for you..." she began, "...you tell me what you
did with the money, and I'll let you out of here with what little dignity you
may have left. However, if you don't tell me, I am going to most fiendishly
tickle you until you die laughing or pass out from the many orgasms I'm going
to make you have ! It's no secret across campus that you get turned on
whenever someone tickles you !"

Margaret's wounded mind could no longer assimilate threats, form proper
responses, or try to dissuade the Dean from her evil agenda. Weakly, she
tried to blurt a response and feebly kicked her free leg in an attempt to
free herself. She tried to say "I don't know" but the muffling clothing and
her already exhausted state muted it to a feeble "no" sound.

"Very well, then..." Sarah said with delicious satisfaction.

Rising, she snared Margaret's flailing leg, firmly clamped the
brunette's ankle under her arm, and furiously danced her long fingernails up
and down the woman's unprotected and totally vulnerable bare foot !

Rising squeals of laughter tore from Margaret's throat until she was so
engrossed in laughter and so completely out of breath that she could no
longer make a sound. Vainly, she wriggled and bounced against the soft
carpet in an attempt to escape this insidious tickle-torture.

Sarah could tell by the hard nubbins that Margaret's engorged nipples
had become that the woman was indeed becoming sexually excited from this
humiliating but hilarious torture. She persisted in tickling the brunette's
bare foot until the poor woman was so weak from laughter that she could
barely wriggle it any longer.

Laying the flaccid leg back to the floor, Sarah spread the helpless
woman wide and began lightly tracing her nails across the extremely sensitive
skin around Margaret's thighs, lower tummy, and love triangle. With
delighted satisfaction and unconcealed lust, the Dean observed the sensual
bump and grind of hips that her tickling was producing.

With unexpected efficiency, the Dean skillfully played the brunette like
a finely tuned piano; her long fingernails drawing staccato bursts of
giggling and long, throaty tremolos of moaning from her captive. Within
minutes she had the brunette worked up to such a frenzy that the woman's
ample hips were jerking and bumping frantically to the Dean's tune; finally
quivering with spasmodic twitches as the height of ecstasy burned through her
in sizzling release.
The Laughing Professor - Part 6

Two hours after the former English Comp professor had entered her
office, the Dean of Women opened the door and fixed a rather glassy stare
upon her secretary.

"Call the City Police" she ordered, "...and tell them that Ms. Standley
is ready to be picked up."

Janine, the Dean's Secretary, tried to hide the red blushing that had
suffused her face for the last two hours as she nodded compliance. She had
heard every giggle, gasp, and moan that issued from the office since Margaret
Standley had entered. Knowing the rumors that had circulated like wildfire
about the campus, she also knew what had transpired behind those locked
doors. Fitfully, she rubbed her own smoldering thighs together as she dialed
the number for Police Dispatch.

With a quivering voice threatening to break at any moment, Janine
relayed the order and quickly hung up the phone. With perverse delight she
wished she could have seen what had just transpired and a questioning lust
made her wonder how she would react if she were in the helpless brunette's
predicament. She too was a slave to her own ticklishness; in fact she was
rendered completely, unquestionably helpless. But fortunately, the entire
campus was unaware of her vulnerability.

In a vain attempt to regain her composure, the forty-ish brunette tucked
a few stray strands of graying hair back behind her ear and straightened her
glasses on her pert, upturned nose. She tried thinking of icy cold showers
and driving snow in an attempt to quiet her surging libido before the Police
came.

When the officer finally arrived, Janine was surprised to see a short,
petite redhead before her desk. Officer Jantzen curtly told Janine she was
there to apprehend the suspect and would she please hurry so she could be
about her business. Janine hurried into the Dean's office and returned a few
moments later; pushing the exhausted ex-professor before her.

Margaret said little on the way to the Precinct. In fact the only
sounds she issued were mewling little giggles that seemed to punctuate the
crazed look in her eyes.

"Oh great" Deb Jantzen told herself, "another loony. Thank God the Dean
told me how to manage this one !"

Despite the Dean's efforts, she was unable to get the woman to admit to
the crime nor reveal the whereabouts of the money she had embezzled. Nodding
thoughtfully to herself, Deb was sure she had a way to crack the case and
have a solid collar under her belt.

Margaret meekly submitted to the routine strip search and stood quietly
as her civilian clothes were confiscated and she was issued the standard
prison garb. A rough chambray workshirt, dungaree trousers, socks and tennis
shoes replaced her typically reserved business suit. They did let her keep
her underthings, however, which did allow her a modicum of femininity. All
this was lost on the tortured woman whose eyes vacantly stared at nothing.

While this was taking place, Officer Jantzen was putting a plan of her
own into action.

"Okay you two, listen up" she told the two prostitutes lunging
insolently behind a set of filthy steel bars, "I'm going to move you to a
more isolated cell".

Warily the blonde and brunette eyed the diminutive officer.

"It's a hell of a lot cleaner than this one, and in return, I want you
to do me a small favor".

"What's in it fer us ?" asked the blonde.

"I'm sure you'll find the arrangement quite suitable. Now, here's what I
want you to do..."

Margaret was placed in a cell at the far end of a deserted corridor with
two other women; prostitutes by the look of their heavy makeup. Smiling
sweetly they welcomed her and offered her the bunk against the far wall.

Little did Margaret know, nor would she have especially cared, that Deb
Jantzen had already had that little talk with her two cellmates. With the
promise of certain eyes looking the other way at the proper time, she secured
their aid in the "interrogation" of Deb's latest prisoner. She had also told
them what method would best force the information from the recalcitrant
brunette.

The two tried making small talk with the new prisoner but got neither
response nor interest.

"What do you suppose her problem is ?" asked the blonde cellmate,
"...maybe she thinks she's too good to be in here with us workin' women !"

"Dunno," said the black haired prisoner, "but I notice she gets fancy
new duds while we get the old worn out stuff".

"Maybe if ya ask her real sweet-like she'll trade ya for 'em" the blonde
said sniggering evilly.

Margaret's crazed thoughts were far away from the dialogue of her
cellmates, but she was forcibly brought back to the present when the black
haired woman grabbed a handful of chambray shirt and ripped the left sleeve
completely off!

Stunned by the sudden attack, Margaret cowered away from the black
haired woman and tried to curl up into a defensive ball on the bunk.

Laughing evilly, the blonde followed her cellmate's lead and ripped
Margaret's other sleeve off !

Maggie looked wildly around and started flailing her arms in an
ineffectual attempt at self-defense. Like vultures tearing at their prey,
the two women began stripping Margaret's clothes off piece by piece. As she
struggled futilely on the bunk, the two pulled off her sneakers, ripped at
the remains of her shirt, and peeled her dungarees down across her hips. Her
socks were shredded next after they finally succeeded in skinning the
dungarees off the struggling brunette.

Margaret tried crawling away from her two attackers as she mewled
feebly, but had no where to escape to.

The blonde grabbed the back of her bra-strap and the strained fabric
parted easily, leaving the brunette nude from the waist up.

As one, the two each snared a flailing ankle and wickedly began tickling
the soles of Margaret's bare feet ! Squealing convulsively, the brunette
writhed on the bunk as she was once again being torturously tickled into
hilarious helplessness at the hands of her cellmates. It took only seconds
for her futile flailing to degrade into submissive wriggling as they tickled
her senseless. With useless modesty she covered her jiggling breasts with
both arms; unable to defend herself against this hilarious onslaught.

"Soooo, why dontcha tell us what you're in her for ?" the blonde asked
wickedly.

"Yeah, tell us why a goody-two-shoes professor like you gets thrown in
jail with a coupla hookers ?" the black haired one added.

Margaret was unable to voice a response as she was almost out of breath
and couldn't stop laughing as they continued to tease her tender bare soles.

"Hmmmmm, don't feel like talkin' to us huh ? Welll, maybe I can help
loosen that tongue of yours".

Seemingly from nowhere, the blonde produced an old hair brush. Cruelly,
she pulled Margaret's leg up and over her torso so that the nude sole was
wriggling invitingly in front of her.

With experienced strokes, she drew the hair brush back and forth across
the soles, balls, and toes of Maggie's bare foot; touching them just enough
to produce the maximum amount of ticklish intensity !

As the incredibly irresistable tickling sensations slammed through her
body, Margaret's mind snapped. Gone was any vestige of the prim, proper
professor of English. This visage was replaced by a psyche of cruel,
unremitting vengeance. Deep within her tortured mind she vowed that those
people who had stripped her of sanity and everything she had held dear would
pay. How, her mind couldn't tell at that moment as she was nearing
unconsciousness from the lack of oxygen. The unrelenting tickling sapped
everything from her and pushed her farther and farther into insanity.

The two pros tickled the helpless professor for 3 full hours ! Even
after several muscle-wrenching orgasms and incessant questioning by her
attackers, the brunette, now quite mad, refused to talk.

After the recalcitrant Margaret finally lapsed into unconscious
oblivion, the two left her alone in the cell and stole off to effect their
pre-arranged escape.

For six months Margarette had eluded capture by the Police.
Indeed,it appeared as though the renegade brunette had dropped off the face of the
earth after her inadvertent escape from jail.

Maggie however, had not spent this time idly. As incredibly
brilliant a mind as she possessed, it was even more so now, driven by the insanity and
thirst for revenge that dominated her. Devious plotting was her daily
fare and with her intelligence, she was very good at it.

Her first success had come when she managed to break into the
College's computer network and gain access to every file available. Meager attempts
at password protection and data encryption were no barrier to her amplified
mind. Easily she accessed every file she desired.

From the private files of April Hastler she discovered that it was
this woman who had engineered the disastrous presentation to the Board of
Regents. Her flaming anger cooled, however, when she discovered April's chemical
compounds. With these formulas and the experimental files from the Botany
Lab, a plan began to form in her mind.

April Hastler was delighted at the present she found in her office
Monday morning. An exotic plant the likes of which she had never seen
before. It was so unusual that she was unable to determine genus or
phylum. Whistling happily, she transferred the specimen to the greenhouse,
transplanted it into a large, ground level growing booth, and activated
the controls that would feed it a steady supply of nutrients and minerals.

"Probably a gift from one of my many admirers" she thought
conceitedly
to herself. The blonde had profited quite handsomely from the $10,000.00
she
had redirected from the English Department and was able to entertain
herself
with any project she desired with the grant money she received from the
Board
of Regents.

Her joy heightened the next day when, upon checking the specimen, she
discovered the plant had grown at least twice its size ! Where before a 2
foot plant had stood, a 4 foot blooming gorgeous specimen now sat.

On Wednesday, the plant had grown to six feet high and spread out as
much as 4 feet in either direction. Additionally, the plant had developed
beautiful large flowers of different shapes and sizes and long healthy
looking leafed vines.

That evening, April returned to the greenhouse intent on reducing the
amount of nutrients she was feeding the plant and see if it would slow its
growth. She opened the large door of the glass booth and entered to
inspect
her new discovery. The large red and yellow blooms attracted her and she
leaned forward to drink deeply of the heady, fruity aroma.

Just as she was inhaling, the bloom shot out a damp fragrant mist
that
made April gasp in surprise, choke slightly from ingesting the mist, and
stumble sideways against the glass wall of the booth.

"Oh ! My goodness !" she exclaimed as she ran a hand across her red,
full lips.

Droplets of moisture sparkled in her hair and clung to her long
lashes.
It appeared as though she had broke out in a sweat as the droplets
dribbled
down her smooth skin. In actuality, the mist was being absorbed into the
pores of her skin at an alarming rate and seconds later the majority of
the
dampness had disappeared.

April giggled to herself in a slightly drunken manner and weaved a
bit
on her feet as the intoxicating mist raced through her blood stream.
Tingles
of pleasure raced through her nervous system and a sensuous glow spread
outward from her tummy. A feeling of great euphoria dominated her drugged
brain and addled her sense of caution or fear.

As April gazed in rapture at the monstrous plant, she did not notice
one
of the long, leafy vines undulating in a very deliberate manner towards
the
glass door of the booth. Nor did she notice its position when the door
slammed shut and automatically locked; sealing her into the booth with
Margaret's semi-sentient creation.

Brought out of her haze by the slamming of the door, April moved
drunkenly towards the front of the booth and tried in vain to open the
locked
door. Banging feebly on the glass did little good; it merely prevented
her
from noticing the plant's largest vine raise up ominously behind her.

With a little shriek of fear, April felt the vine wrap itself swiftly
about her trim waist; so swiftly that she had no time to react until the
vine
had wrapped itself around her three times !

"OH ! LEMME GO YOU OVERGROWN WATER LILY !" she protested as she
balled
up her tiny fists and beat ineffectually at the vine.

April tried to scream for help but the vine tightened the coils
around
her stomach and with incredible strength, lifted her bodily off of the
floor.
The plant pulled the struggling woman easily back towards its trunk as if
she
were a rag doll. Flailing arms and legs were soon snared by other smaller
vines until the blonde was so firmly held that she could barely wriggle.

"CUT IT OUT ! -- LEMME GO !!!" the blonde screamed as fear returned
to
her drug-sotted mind.

Her high heeled shoes bounced off the glass of the booth when her
flailing legs kicked them from feet, leaving her stockinged feet to kick
uselessly at the attacking plant.

The plant maneuvered the trapped woman into a bed of thick aromatic
leaves and the two vines holding her wrists pinned her arms behind her
back.
April continued to struggle, but the plant had her firmly held and so
relinquished the hold the largest vine had around her waist.

"STOP IT ! WHAT KIND OF MONSTROSITY OF PLANT ARE YOU ? SOMEONE HELP
ME
!!!!!!!" she screamed impotently.

As the vine unwound and began to recede, sharp pincers at the very
end
of the tendril snagged the fabric of April's silk blouse. Pulling away
from
the terrified blonde, the vine tore the flimsy fabric as if it were tissue
paper. As if it knew that the blouse was merely a covering, it peeled
April's
blouse open and pulled it back over her right shoulder; exposing the silky
white bra that encased her ample bosom.

"STOP THAT !!!! YOU'RE TEARING MY CLOTHES !!!!!" the trapped woman
protested.

April's struggling was tiring her quickly. Unbeknownst to her, the
mist
that she had inhaled contained a number of chemicals, some of her own
design;
a dastardly concoction of aphrodisiacs and narcotics.

Her ice blue eyes widened in renewed horror as she saw a thin tendril
wave expectantly over her exposed torso. Cringing in confusion, she
wondered
what the plant was about to do next. At the very end was a small flower
with
long silky stamens at the center. She would have remarked to herself how
much the flower looked like an artist's brush had she been in full
possession
of her faculties. But then the tendril lowered menacingly to hover
directly
above her navel.

Vibrating at a high rate of speed, the flower lowered down until the
silky stamens just touched the surface of April's very soft tummy. Her
mouth
first widened in surprise, but she gritted her teeth in the next instant.
It
was dancing lightly across her belly button and it tickled !

The blonde tried sucking in her tummy and squirming away from the
tickling tendril but she was held fast in the grip of this insidious
vegetable and it followed her every move. Try as she might, she couldn't
hold back the tittering giggles that built up within her. Like a little
girl, the Science professor began giggling delightedly as the plant
tickled
her tummy !

"Heheheheeeee ! Stop !!! That tickles !!!! eeeehehehe" she tittered.

In her drugged, weakened state, it was easy for this plant with a
mind
of its own to pursue its own agenda. The vine with the pincer
methodically
began tearing April's garments from her bound body as she lay giggling and
squirming in its grasp. Her blouse was the first to go, followed shortly
by
her tight, short skirt. In bra, panties, and nylons, the blonde fearfully
wondered what this monstrosity was going to do to her !

"Heeeeeeeeeheheheheeeeee !!!!! STOP !!! QUIT TEARING MY CLOTHES OFF
!!!!! heheheheeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!!"

She didn't have very long to find out. Firmer tendrils slithered
around
to her sides to demonstrate what was next to come. Like wriggling fingers
they moved in on each side and began wickedly tickling April's ribs !

Her girlish giggles were replaced by loud peals of gut wrenching
laughter ! Her ribcage was very ticklish and helpless spasms of squealing
hilarity reverberated within the glass booth. There was no way she could
stop her maniacal screams as hard as the plant was tickling her.

"HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA !!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEE !!!! NO
PLEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEASE !!!! DON'T .... NO .. NO..
NOOOOHOHOHOHOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!"

Slithering vines advanced on the helpless blonde and snared their
evil
tendrils around the straps that held her bra in place. A strong
tug
was all that was required to part the flimsy fabric, whisk it away, and
leave
her milk-white breasts exposed and bobbling freely.

Strong, sharp pincers pulled and nipped at her nylons, shredding them
into filmy fragments. The torn remnants stretched and snapped, peeling
easily away from the thrashing blonde's legs. Soon her wriggling toes
poked
through the ends of the strained fabric and her bare feet were vulnerably
exposed to the evil plant's machinations.

Writhing vines slithered up her kicking legs. Despite her exhausted
condition, Sally realized with abject horror what the plant was going to
do
next ! The short spines that sprouted from the ends slowly began tracing
circular patterns across her naked soles as the plant began tickling her
feet!

The screams of laughter that tore from her throat left her completely
incapacitated. Her feet were the most incredibly ticklish part of her
whole
body, and, as if sensing this, the devious plant concentrated its efforts
on
an unmerciful tickling of the blonde's wriggling bare feet.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!! Sally screamed in
uncontrollable, helpless hilarity !

Despite the unbelievable tickle torture the plant was subjecting her
to,
April could feel blood pulsing into her nipples;the aphrodisiac hardening
them into supersensitive nubbins of extreme arousal. With each heartbeat,
she felt an erotic thudding in the curly blonde mound between her thighs.

As each second tossed her closer to the brink of orgiastic oblivion,
the
plant stripped the last of the professor's clothing from her; leaving her
nude, crying in helpless laughter, and completely powerless within its
grasp.

Smaller vines now rose up from the plant's base; each bearing a wet-
looking cup of leaves that pursed and undulated; smacking and slurping
with an evil foreboding.
Two
unerringly zeroed in on her engorged nipples and engulfed them with a
slurping sound of oozing slickness.

Sally's mouth changed quickly between a muscle-wrenching grin of
helpless laughter to a little round 'o' of arousal as the vegetable
continued
to wickedly tickle her wriggling bare feet and hungrily munch on her hard
nipples.

"HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA !!!!! oooooooooooo noooooo !!!
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!! mmmmmmmmmm stop....." she cried as she
writhed in forced titillation.

Not only was the blonde professor aroused by the evil tickling the
plant
subjected her to, she was unable to control the lusty spasms that coursed
through her nervous system as the vegetable noshed quite erotically upon
her
breasts.

Soon, another smaller vine found its way to the curly blonde forest
between April's thighs and slurpingly buried itself within !

April's teeth were bared in an idiot's grin as she tried to control
the
laughter that forced its way from her raw throat and ignore the gloriously
delicious sensations that spread rapidly from her loins. Faster and
faster
her body arched and writhed as the vegetable tickled and teased her
towards
an orgasm of enormous proportions !

With the force of a tidal wave, the blonde's orgasm slammed through
her
tortured body ! With each shuddering spasm, the vegetable hungrily drank
of
the helpless woman's juices. Like a Venus Fly-Trap waits patiently to
trap
its victims and feed itself, this botany experiment waited patiently to
trap
its victims, tickle them into helpless submission, tease them into
uncontrolled sexual excitement, then feed upon the proteins in their
bodily
fluids.

The last vestige of rational thought passed from April's mind when,
having nearly passed out from the intensity of her orgasm, she realized
the
plant was not stopping the tickling or the teasing. In horror she
realized
the laughter and arousal would continue until the plant was ready to quit;
not before !

With a gleam of evil satisfaction and sweet revenge, Margaret watched
from the safety of the darkness as her creation continued to work the nude
helpless blonde once more into a fit of insane ecstasy.

"I do hope you like botany my dear Miss Hastler" the mad professor
said
to herself as she gloated, "...I grow very VERY hungry plants !"

The next day a confused Dean of Women watched as the blonde was
wheeled
to the ambulance on a gurney. Gibbering and laughing in a state of total
madness, Professor Hastler had been found in the glass booth furiously
fingering and caressing herself into orgasm after orgasm; begging anyone
nearby to tickle her bare feet.

Lois drank greedily from the water cooler in her office as droplets
of perspiration dribbled slowly down her forehead, cheeks, and arms and
stained her spandex aerobics outfit with dark, moist stains. These long aerobic
sessions drained the redhead but always gave her a full measure of much
needed exercise and helped keep her muscular body toned and fit. As over-
heated as she was, the ice cold water shocked her system somewhat and made
her head spin dizzily.

"WHEW !" she thought, "...I've never been this tired after a workout
before".

Gratefully, she slumped onto the overstuffed leather couch in her
office; hoping to regain a little strength before the girl's wrestling
team met in two hours.

"Those young ladies have become far too complacent and indolent
recently..." she murmured as she drifted off into a fitful nap, "... a
stern coaching session this evening will remotivate them...."

Snapping the cap back in place on her vial, Margaret backed farther
into the shadows and left through the back door of the Phys Ed coach's office.
With quiet stealth she had emptied the contents of the vial into Lois
Lee's water cooler without being detected. Even now she knew the
depressant/aphrodisiac concoction was racing through that damned redhead's
veins ! A smile of evil satisfaction creased her face as she made her way
to the girl's locker room; a pre-recorded cassette tape clutched tightly in
her hand.

With the keys she'd stolen from Lois' desk, Margaret unlocked the
door to the girl's locker room and stole inside before any of the wrestling
team was due to arrive for practice. Quietly and efficiently, she replaced the
cassette tape in the girls' deck with the one in her hand; its subliminal
messages would program the army she would need for the redhead's
comeuppance.

Before leaving, she emptied the remainder of her vial into the girls'
water cooler and snickered with an insane, evil smile.

The girl's wrestling team milled about aimlessly in the gym awaiting
the arrival of the Phys Ed Professor. In the background, the soft music from
the girls' locker room was playing; having been piped in from their sound
system. Groggily, Lois moved into the gym and made her way to the mats. She had
never felt this way after an aerobics workout before. Her head was
spinning crazily, her heart was pounding unusually fast, and a sensuous warm glow
emanated from her loins to every part of her body.

"All right ladies..." she said with apparent disinterest, "...let's
gather 'round the mat and pay attention."

Lois moved to the center of the large collection of mats and waited
somewhat impatiently as the girls gathered around her in a loose circle.
"Funny," she thought, "...they've never appeared so intent nor interested
before".

All twenty of the women had their eyes glued to the svelte redhead;
lasciviously drinking in her amazon beauty and creating wicked fantasies
involving their coach in their drug-sotted, pre-programmed minds.

"I've noticed a lack of concentration and application of the basics
in your styles recently..." Lois began, "...and today we will work some of
this slovenly technique out of you !"

With evil intent, the girls' eyes remained fixed on the redhead, who
fidgeted somewhat nervously at the vehemence and determination she saw
there. "You there, Barbara, come up here and show us all how you do a take down
from a standing position."

Barbara, a busty black haired girl of Hispanic descent, sauntered
insolently to the center of the mat and stood ready; shaking her hands to
loosen her muscles and prepare for her assault. For her, the subliminal
messages the tape contained were unnecessary and only amplified her own
dormant urges; she had her own burning desire to dominate and subjugate
the haughty redheaded professor.

Lois stretched her arms wide, fingers splayed, as she prepared to
counter the girl's first attack. Her plan was to snare whichever arm the
girl put forward, rotate, and execute a perfect hip throw; following
Barbara to the mat for the pin.

Barbara moved forward and extended her left arm as if going for a
shoulder grab to execute a half nelson. As she moved in close enough,
Lois grabbed her left arm and tried to spin.

Why was she moving so slowly ? Lois wondered. It felt as if her
lower body were immersed in maple syrup.

Barbara was not that slow. Letting Lois grab her left arm, she shot
her right arm down, slithered her hand in between Lois' thighs, grabbed a
healthy handful of the redhead's pert ass, and lifted her bodily from the mat !

With a spin and a crash, Barbara slammed the unprepared redhead
facedown to the mat. Explosively, her breath was forced from her body and her
green eyes bugged wide in amazed surprise !

"uuuuuuuuuuHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Lois gasped as she tried unsuccessfully
to draw much needed oxygen into her lungs.

Barbara pounced on the gasping redhead and body-slammed her across
the small of her back. What little breath she had managed to regain was once
again expelled as her diaphragm collapsed and she flopped feebly and
weakly under the buxom brunette's body.

Barbara snatched Lois' right wrist and bent the larger woman's arm up
painfully behind her back, keeping the floundering coach pinned face down
to the spongy mat. With a nod, she signalled the remainder of the team to
move in.

Lois' mind reeled in shock and misunderstanding. How could this girl
have so easily lifted her and pinned her to the mat in the first throw ?
Pain shot through her doubled up arm as she tried in vain to break the
brunette's grip and regain a position of advantage.

Lois was unaware of the approach of the rest of the team until she
felt her ankles clamped in the strong, two-handed grips of some of her
students. Weakly she tried to struggle against it but could not break her arm free
nor wrestle her legs from the girls behind her.

Confusion ran rampant through her addled mind, preventing the
awareness that her Nike's were being untied until she felt them popped from her
feet. Even then, the importance of that fact eluded her until she felt her white
socks sliding down as the girls peeled them off. Lois struggled as wildly
as she could under the circumstances but could do nothing save wiggle and
wriggle her now bare feet in the air.

As suddenly as the breath had exploded from her lungs when she hit
the mat, loud screeches of squealing laughter tore unstoppable from her throat
!

"HEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!! NOOOOO !!!
PLEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA !!!!" Lois' screams echoed from the
walls of the gym.

Two of her students had positioned themselves next to those that held
her ankles so firmly and were wickedly raking their long nails up and down
the soft tender soles of Lois' very sensitive bare feet ! At the first
explosion of helpless laughter, they intensified their efforts, making
sure that every ticklish nook and cranny of the redhead's naked feet were
deliciously and evilly tickle-tortured !

Wildly, Lois' mind raced as her conscious thought processes began
slipping away. "Why are my feet so ticklish ??" she wondered madly as she
continued to scream her ticklish plight to all within earshot. Gales of
hilarious, tortured laughter filled the gym as each touch of a manicured
nail sent electric jolts of irrepressible titillation coursing through her
nervous system.

As helpless as a kitten in the grip of her tickling students, Lois
was unaware that two more of the women were peeling the spandex of her
aerobics outfit down over her creamy white shoulders ! As soon as they had the
straps free of her arms, two more girls took possession of the redhead's wrists
and stretched her muscled arms out painfully in front of her. Freed from her
duties as subduer, Barbara helped the other girls peel the spandex suit
down over the coach's laughter jiggled buns and down towards her captured
ankles.

Alternately, the aerobics outfit was popped from one ankle while the
other nude foot was savagely tickled, then the procedure was repeated for
the other side until the squealing redhead lay spread-eagled nude upon the
blue foam rubber mat.

Lois' clothing was whisked away by one of her students while Barbara
orchestrated the rest in turning the nude, giggling redhead over onto her
back and once again stretching her weakened limbs out in a severe spread-
eagle formation.

Lois' ribs stood out in stark relief on her taut, svelte torso and a
sheen of thin perspiration coated her entire body. To the girls' delight,
they noticed that the redhead's full white breasts sported turgid, hard
nipples of sexual excitement !

Eagerly, they moved in to ravage the ticklishly helpless coach and
attacked every exposed portion of her milky white skin.

Fingernails caressed her arms, dallied playfully in her smooth
armpits, stroked her jiggling breasts, and dug in torturously at her vulnerable
ribcage.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!" Lois squealed
fitfully as every possible part of her body was tickle-tortured by the
girls' wrestling team.

Weak beyond any resistance, the redhead was forced to endure their
hilarious assault for a full thirty minutes until her cries were hoarse,
guttural grunts of forced laughter. Despite her exhaustion, Lois could
feel her pulse pounding in her temples, nipples, and loins as her libido was
forced into unexpected arousal.

Her tormenters ceased their assault for a few precious moments and
Lois gratefully sucked much needed oxygen into her strained lungs.

Barbara leaned over with evil glee and whispered into the redhead's
ear, "You really love being tickled until your helplessly silly, don't you Ms.
Lee ?" she taunted.

Weakly, Lois shook her head from side to side, hoping to negate any
further assaults upon her vulnerable, nude body.

"Ohhhhh, now there's no point in lying to me..." Barb teased, "...I
see how hard your nipples are and how slickly wet that furry red mound of
yours
is".

Lois continued to shake her head in denial as the brunette continued
to verbally taunt her.

"I'll just bet you'd love being tickled there, wouldn't you ?" she
asked playfully as she signalled to one of her teammates.

A pert young blonde undulated towards the mat. In her hands, she
carried at least ten long, stiff, feathers with fluffy plumage and hard
sharp quills. Eagerly she distributed these tools of tickling torment to the
waiting team.

At a nod from Barbara, her teammates each used their feather to prod,
tease, and tickle their own little portion of the nude redhead's sensitive
body. Feathers were drawn teasingly between Lois' wriggling toes as sharp
quills were delicately scraped across her wrinkling heels and soles.
Fronds were passed across her nubbin-like nipples and traced around her large
aerolas. Feathers probed her armpits and teased her quivering thighs and
kneepits while others dug sensuously into her navel.

Lois writhed in ecstatic agony as her sensitive body was ticklishly
assailed from every direction. Hoarse laughs, tittering giggles, and
throaty moans fought with each other to escape her raspy throat. Her body
rebelled against her mental recalcitrance and betrayed her; overcome by her
steaming libido which dominated all reason and threatened to shove her over the
brink of unrecoverable ecstasy.

Caught in the throes of an escalating rapture, Lois wriggled and
twisted as the girls tickled her into complete subjugation. Her last vestiges of
control and rebellion were lost when Barbara used her feather to dust the
wispy, curly red hairs that so beautifully framed Lois' steaming mound.

Flicking gently, the brunette grazed the gentle fronds up and down
the redhead's moistly pouting lips, eliciting jerks and groans of a lustful
intensity that quickly threatened to explode into a crescendo of orgiastic
delight.

Lois began to bump and grind in a severe spastic motion as her body
took complete control of her mind. Screaming with delightful agony, Lois
gyrated wildly as massive waves of intense pleasure rocked her tortured muscles.
In complete abandon, the amazon of State College surrendered her stoic
reserves to the teasing ministrations of her students and passed out mercifully
into blissful oblivion.

Margaret stopped the recording as the girls filed obediently out of
the gym, leaving the nude body of the Phys Ed Coach in a smiling, sweaty heap
upon the mats. From the dark recesses of the gym's rafters she'd had a
most excellent and unobstructed view.

"She'll have a sweet time explaining why she was running around the
halls nude..." Margaret thought, "...and she'll have an even harder time
explaining this video when I put it on the campus TV station". Her evil
grin foretold worse things to come for her enemies as she stole quietly from
the gym.


In addition to Margaret's insane desire for revenge, she had an
ulterior motive in mind; she wanted to be cleared of all charges and reinstated at
State College. To accomplish this, she would have to gain access to the
safe in the Dean of Women's office. She didn't have the combination, but she
knew someone who did...

Janine shifted the grocery sack she was carrying to her other arm
allowing her to rattle her keys and insert one into the lock of the front
door to her house. Shy and retiring, the brunette did not like the
closeness and forced interaction of apartment living and as such, had purchased a
small 1 bedroom bungalow far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Funny", she thought to herself, "...that light must have burned
out". Janine always left a lamp on in her living room so she wouldn't have to
stumble around in the darkness. But at this moment in time, her living
room was hidden in the inky blackness of full night.

She had just lowered her grocery sack to the carpeted floor and
stumbled towards the lamp when she felt a sharp pinprick on her right buttock. The
pain had hardly registered in her mind when she collapsed into
unconsciousness on the carpet.

Margaret turned on the lamp to view the splayed form of the
unconscious woman. With evil glee she lustily licked her full lips in anticipation of
what she had in mind for the secretary. The narcotic had worked as
swiftly as she had expected and she knew how well the aphrodisiac extract her
semi-intelligent plant produced would work on the human female body.

With quiet efficiency the mad professor dragged the limp form of the
secretary towards the couch. Despite the dead weight, she easily
maneuvered Janine onto the sofa and slipped a set of small headphones over the
graying brunette's ears. A small click was heard as she pressed the "play" button
of her Walkman and started her specially prepared tape.

Janine's somnolent mind was unaware of these events, yet it absorbed
the subliminal messages that Margaret was feeding into her brain. The Dean's
secretary would remember nothing of this night and would find herself
unexplainably endeared to the ex-English Comp professor.

Smiling to herself, Margaret nodded in approval that her plan was
unfolding perfectly. Her long fingernails began plucking playfully at
Janine's suit jacket; easily unbuttoning the garment until it lay open
before her. Without having to shift the secretary's unresponsive body more than
a little, the tall brunette peeled the coat from her unresisting shoulders,
slid it down over her arms, and tossed it negligently aside.

She was pleasantly surprised when she noticed the full buxom breasts
swelling constrainedly within the confines of a lacy white bra as she
repeated her efforts with Janine's white cotton blouse. Margaret's eager
fingers deftly unfastened the clasp at the center of the secretary's back
and sighed in lustful contentment as Janine's full white breasts bounced free
and bobbled gently in the cool night air.

Continuing to disrobe her captive, the mad professor unzipped the
helpless woman's skirt; shimmying and tugging the material until she could
slide it free from the secretary's legs. Margaret's insane libido was
heating up in direct proportion to each article of clothing she stripped
from her prize. Matching panties and garter belt found their way to the
discarded pile of clothing and were soon followed by Janine's white silk stockings
and cream colored shoes.

Despite middle age, Janine's body was a rubenesque work of art. Full
milky white breasts were accented by a trim wasp-waist and highlighted by
full round hips and slender tapering legs. Margaret knew she would enjoy
the evening when she noticed how small and baby soft the secretary's bare feet
were. She suspected they would be incredibly ticklish, but just in case,
her chemical compounds veritably ensured a heightened sensitivity on every
inch of the woman's body.

Margaret draped a heavy comforter across the large coffee table in
the middle of the room, then transferred the nude secretary to its top. With
deft efficiency she withdrew the padded manacles from her carrysack and
expertly bound the woman's wrists and ankles to the table's legs. Tautly
bound, Janine's arms and legs were spread-eagled out at angles from her
body, preventing even the slightest movement or attempts to escape.

Satisfied, Margaret withdrew a small vial and hypodermic needle. She
injected the drug into Janine's thigh and waited patiently for the
antidote to take effect. Not quite a full antidote, the drug would bring the
brunette back to semi-consciousness but not ameliorate the effects of the
aphrodisiac.

Slowly, Janine rocked her head from side to side, blearily blinking
her eyes as awareness began to return. Her body tingled with an exceptionally
warm glow; as if hundreds of very furry caterpillars were dancing
playfully along every inch of her skin.

She recognized the tall form of the English Comp professor but felt
no fear or surprise; instead, a warm glow of complete trust and affection
permeated her soul. She was groggily unaware that she was totally naked
and bound to her coffee table, although that realization would soon enter her
cognizance.

"Hello Janine..." Margaret cooed, "...welcome back to the land of the
living."

Janine smiled stupidly as her adoring eyes followed the taller woman
around the coffee table.

"There's a few things I need to know and I'm sure you'll be very
happy to tell me" she began. "I need to know the combination to the safe in
the Dean's office" she requested.

Smiling coyly, Janine replied "but I can't tell you that
professor...you should know that".

"Oh now Janine, must you make me convince you ? I'll bet you'd be
simply tickled pink to tell me !"

Quivers of excitement shivered through Janine's body at the mere
mention of tickling, even though the secretary had no idea that was exactly what
Margaret intended to do to her. How could anyone know how utterly
helpless and uncontrollably excited she became when someone tickled her !

At that moment, Margaret withdrew a stiff goose quill from her bag
and playfully wafted it in the air above the bound secretary.

Only now did full realization descend on Janine that in her current
position there was no way she could prevent the mad professor from using
that feather on any part of her very ticklish body.

"Ohhhh nooooo !!!!" she tittered playfully, "you couldn't do that !
Please, I'm way too ticklish. I can't even stand someone telling me
they're going to tickle me". Janine didn't realize that she was already squirming
against her bonds in an effort to avoid the kissing caresses of that
feather.

"Mmmmmmmmm ? Oh yes I could..." Margaret countered just as playfully,
"...I can trace this feather right here over every inch of your body and
there is nothing you can do about it. In case you haven't noticed, you're
quite nude and very firmly bound to that table. You haven't the slightest
chance of stopping me from teasing and tickling you for as long as I want
!"

"Teeeeheeeee !!!!" Janine giggled as Margaret's words made her skin
tingle in perverse anticipation and her loins warm up with a building
lust. She knew she would be absolutely helpless once Margaret started tickling
her and would be telling everything she knew within seconds. But in the back
of her mind, she didn't want Margaret to stop tickling her until she was
raving mad with insane laughter so she exerted what control she could to keep
from telling Margaret anything.

"I think we'll start right here with these delicious looking nipples
of yours. My goodness ! They're already hard little nubbins aren't they ?
I'll bet you love being tickled and can't wait for me to drive you crazy with
this feather, can't you ?" Margaret teased.

"Noooooo....noooooo ! Pleeeeease ??????" Janine lied unconvincingly.
Her squirming and trembling made her full breasts jiggle and wiggle
invitingly.

Margaret traced the very tip of the feather's fronds around and
around Janine's left nipple. The brunette tried gritting her teeth to control
the laughter she felt welling up within her trim tummy but mewling little
giggles forced themselves out past her grinning lips.

"Heeeeeeeheheheheheeeeeee !!!! Teeeeheheheheeeee!
Mmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeheheheheeeeeeeeee !!!!"

Margaret alternated between the secretary's left and right nipples,
teasing them into engorged rigidity as Janine wriggled and squirmed on the
table. The forty-ish secretary was indeed VERY ticklish ! Margaret
probably wouldn't have needed her chemical concoction after all, but now she had an
unbelievably ticklish victim within her absolute power !

The mad professor teased her captive until she felt the woman would
break into squealing hilarity, then stopped abruptly to let her recover
her breath.

Janine wanted nothing more than to have Margaret continue her teasing
until she had totally lost all control. But such was not to be; stopping
the teasing was even more cruel than continuing on as her body yearned for the
caress of the feather and the total domination and release that it would
provide.

Margaret strutted regally around the coffee table and stopped at the
bottom. With a truly wicked intent, she reversed the feather's position
in her hand and stroked the hard quill up and down Janine's vulnerable right
foot !

Janine fairly exploded in gut-wrenching laughter that left her
helpless to her assailant's desire !

"HEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEHEHEHE!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEE !!!!!" she squealed as the professor
torturously tickled her extremely sensitive bare soles !

Both feet felt the insidious stroke of the feather while poor Janine
writhed fitfully against her unrelenting bonds. Her body vibrated with
delicious ecstasy as wave after wave of euphoria rippled through her
nerves. What was once squealing laughter subsided into breathless, soundless pants
of weakened hilarity that would never break into the audible range as her
tortured lungs cried for a renewal of deprived oxygen.

The totally helpless secretary could not find the breath for laughter
as her smoldering loins cried for the blissful release that the tickle
torture was pushing her towards. Janine tried pleading for Margaret to send her
over the edge but the wicked professor merely smiled in domineering delight as
she teased the woman's sensitive wrinkling soles.

Afraid that her charge would pass out from lack of oxygen, Margaret
stopped tickling the woman's exposed bare feet and moved to the top of the
table where she leaned over to verbally taunt the helpless woman.

"I don't suppose you'd want to tell me that combination now would you
?" she asked; hoping she wouldn't receive an answer.

Margaret was not to be denied. Janine, red-faced and totally
breathless, could not have uttered her name if you'd put a gun to her
head.

"So be it", the brunette professed with vicious finality. She moved
one foot back towards the middle of the table and wickedly flexed her long,
vicious fingernails.

With the speed of a cat, Margaret dug her long nails into the clearly
defined ribs of her bound victim and evilly tickled the helpless
brunette's exposed ribs!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Janine squealed in
writhing delight as the last vestiges of control, resistance, and breath
were forcibly driven from her body !"

"EEEEEAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!" squealed the brunette
fitfully as she thrashed in tormented delight from side to side. Long ago
she had given up any hope of being able to endure Margaret's ticklish
assaults. With each cruel tickle her curly brown mound threatened to
explode with a sexual intensity she had heretofore only imagined in fantasy.

Margaret noticed the pearly drops of Janine's excitement and decided
to toss her victim into the pits of tickling ecstasy. With experienced
hands, she teased the helpless woman's navel, tweaked her throbbing nipples, and
while spidering her one hand towards Janine's vulnerable soles, snaked her
other hand in between the moist flesh of the secretary's quivering mound.

Predictably, Janine's back arched in strenuous ecstasy as she crossed
over the edge into sexual oblivion. Each tickling stroke across her bare
feet amplified the sensuous stroking her tender lips were receiving.
Shuddering spasms wrenched every muscle in her body as she handed complete
control over to her super-charged libido.

Margaret watched in lurid fascination as her plaything vibrated with
an intensity she had never before witnessed. Unstoppable, the brunette's
sexually charged body experienced wave after excruciating wave of
unbridled ecstasy as one rapid fire orgasm followed the next.

The mad professor was torn between an incredible lust for this
sexually active woman and a desire to find out just how much the poor woman could
take. Diddling and tickling as fast as she could, Margaret chose the
later.

Guttural grunting sounds of animal intensity tore from Janine's raw
throat as rapid fire orgasms of frightening force ravaged her body. Even
without Margaret's teasing and tickling, it was doubtful she would be able
to stop the maddening vibrations that totally dominated her body.

Finally, remembering her goal for information, Margaret ceased
teasing the helpless woman who immediately succumbed to the over-stimulation and
mercifully passed out beneath her questing fingers.

Flushed with sexual excitement, the tall brunette couldn't wait hours
for her captive to regain consciousness. Instead, Margaret kneeled by the
foot of the coffee table and began teasing the woman's soft bare feet with
the tip of her tongue.

Almost immediately, Janine began to titter and whimper in ticklish
delight as her very tender bare soles felt the kiss of the tip of the
professor's tongue.

Gasping roughly through a throat tortured raw, Janine wheezed and
giggled as her small feet tried to wriggle away from Margaret's sensuous
kissing.

Sensing that the secretary had recovered enough sense to answer her
questions, Margaret retrieved her goose quill and stood above the sweaty,
captive brunette.

"Now, perhaps I should ask you this question again" she purred,
"...what is the combination to the safe in the Dean's office ?"

As Janine gulped air deeply into her tortured lungs, Margaret teased
the end of the feather across the curly, dew moistened hairs of the
secretary's vulnerably exposed mound.

"35..... 12..... 46 !!!!" Janine rasped out as her hips wriggled in
uncontrollable lewdness.

"Ohhhhhhhhh !!! I see.... you'd like to talk now" Margaret teased
unnecessarily, "... is there anything else you'd like to tell me ?"

"...anything.... everything..... just please stop..... NO !!!! DON'T
STOP !!!!! PLEASE !!!!! OH GOD YES !!!!!!!" Janine pleaded as her body
took control of her mind once again.

With lewd satisfaction, Margaret probed the tip of the feather into
Janine's most sensitive area and teased the extremely ticklish secretary
into a mind shattering explosion that would take hours for her to recover from.

Smoldering herself, Margaret released the foolishly grinning but
satisfied brunette, and put her to bed. Thankfully, Margaret knew that
Janine would not remember the specifics of this evening, but would forever be at
her beck and call anytime she mentioned tickling or produced a stiff goose
quill in the ticklish woman's presence. With great satisfaction, Margaret left
Janine's house and made her way towards State College.



Janine's contented smile changed to a foolish grinof unexplainable happiness and anticipation when she noticed Margaret walk quickly into her office. The soles of her feet tingled and itched and her tummy tightened up for no reason she could discern.

The Dean was not in her office this morning as Margaret well knew.

"Open the door for me please, Janine" she asked sweetly.

"Oh ! I'm not sure I should do that !" Janine replied with a sweet smile and a little trepidation.

"Now Janine..." Margaret began as she moved closer to the smaller woman, pressed her body against her and forced her up against the wall. Margaret's lips were only inches from Janine's ear when she whispered "...if you don't open that door for me right now, I'm going to tickle you into complete helplessness, strip off and steal your clothes, and leave you here at your desk completely nude !"

Margaret highlighted the veracity of her threat by quickly dancing her long fingernails up and down Janine's sides.

Janine squealed in helpless delight and nearly collapsed to the floor; losing her left shoe in the process.

"And don't forget, I know how unbearably ticklish those pretty little feet of yours are too !"

Janine needed no further convincing so she nimblydanced to the door and unlocked it.

"Now you stay right here at your desk and wait for me. I've something else for you to do for me."

Janine returned to her desk as Margaret slipped into the office. Nervously, she slipped her shoes off under her desk and rubbed her bare feet against the fluffy shag carpet. The tickling sensations made her giggle as she contemplated what Margaret may have in mind for her; knowing full well she would do anything the taller brunette desired.

Margaret swiftly went to work. The safe opened with her first try and she expertly sifted through the papers and ledgers she found within. After 5 minutes of searching, she found the ledger she knew had to exist and verified that she had been the subject of an organized effort at character assassination.

She slid the ledger into her bag and moved over to the floor to ceiling bookcase. Margaret removed what appeared to be a large book from her sack and placed it on the highest shelf. Within the hollow shell of the book was an 8mm camcorder with a wide angle lens. Operated remotely, it would videotape anything that occured within the office.

Finally, the mad professor approached the water cooler in the corner and removed the near empty bottle from the dispenser. A new 5 gallon bottle rested next to the cooler on the floor and it was this bottle that Margaret now bent over. Removing the plastic cap, she poured the contents of a small vial into the water. Her chemical concoction mixed easily with water and was undetectable. No apparent tampering was noticeable once the brunette hefted the bottle into place on top of the cooler.

"Now Janine my sweet," she began as she returned to the outer office, "...here's what I want you to do." Margaret whispered her precise instructions into Janine's ear and the shorter woman giggled nervously and blushed prettily in response.

***

Sarah Bergstrom nodded absently to her secretary as she unlocked the door and entered her office. She was hot and tired after a very busy morning and wanted nothing more than to relax in her quiet world. She poured a large glass of water from the cooler and gratefully drank it down.

She had left the door to Janine's office open and couldn't help overhearing the strange conversation her secretary was involved with on the phone.

"Dont' you DARE tell ANYONE !" Janine said with a touch of fear. "You know how utterly helpless I am if someone tickles me ! I mean it ! So completelyhelpless that I can't even fight back."

Sarah's eyes widened in surprise and delight and sher nervously drew the tip of her tongue across her full lips. She edged closer to the door in order to hear better.

"If anyone ever found out I'd be completely in their power ! ESPECIALLY MY FEET ! YOU KNOW THAT !! My soles tingle just thinking about someone tickling the bottom of my feet ! Now I'm serious; not a word of this to anyone !" Janine finished and hung up the phone.

Sarah hurried back to her desk and tried to compose herself. Her heart was thudding in her chest and a pulsing heat was building within her loins. Greedily, she drank first one, then a second, and finally a third cup of ice cold water.

Try as she might, she could not keep sensuous images of her secretary out of her mind. Fantasy flashes of Janine wriggling and giggling under her torturing fingers raced through her brain. She could almost see the brunette's huge breasts jiggling and jouncing as she tickled her into helpless submission.

The more she tried to avoid thinking of her secretary, the more intense and realistic the fantasies became. She could almost feel her fingers racing across the woman's helpless body as she stripped her completely nude and tickle-tortured her mercilessly.

Sarah's body tingled from head to toe and she could feel her rock-hard nipples straining against the fabric of her bra. She kicked off her shoes and slid the solesof her stockinged feet across the carpet in an effort to quell the maddening tingling she now felt there.

Panting softly in her excitement, Sarah could stand it no longer. "Janine !" she said a little too loudly, "...would you please come in here."

"Yes, Ms. Bergstrom" Janine said sweetly.

Sarah marveled at the figure her secretary possessed. The full breasts and hips joined by that unbelievably thin waist were usually hidden by Janine's drab attire. But not today. The slight brunette was wearing a sheer silk blouse whose cream color did little to hide the lacy black bra beneath.

"Who were you talking to on the phone just now ?" Sarah asked.

"Well.... I...." Janine stammered, "...I don't .. don't think that's really any of your business" she finished as a pretty flush of red suffused her normally pale color.

Sarah rose from behind her desk and padded quickly over to the door which she closed and locked behind her.

Janine apparently did not find it unusual that the Dean was not wearing any shoes. She did think it unusual that she would lock the door.

"Why are you locking the door ?" Janine asked suspiciously.

Weaving slightly from the chemicals that raced through her blood stream, Sarah moved to tower overher much shorter secretary.

"I asked you a question, Janine. Who were you talking to on the phone just now ?"

"I don't think I need to answer that question !" Janine fired back vehemently.

"I think you do ! And I think you WILL !" Sarah shot back hotly. "You see..." she said as she moved in closer to the confused woman, "...I overheard your little conversation. I think a little tickling might loosen your tongue !"

With feigned shock and horror, Janine tried to back away from the approaching Dean of Women.

"No no !!! Please !!! Don't tickle me !!! I can't stand to be tickled !!!! Please !!!" she pleaded.

With unconcealed lust, Sarah lunged at the brunette's ribs and began tickling them furiously.

In unfeigned reaction, Janine exploded into squeals of unstoppable laughter and doubled over into a laughing heap upon the floor.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEHAHAHAAAAAAA !!!" the secretary screamed while the Dean kept up her hilarious assault upon her tender ribcage.

"Oh MY !! We are helplessly ticklish, aren't we ?" Sarah teased. With practiced fingers, the Dean began undressing her giggling secretary; quickly removing the clothing that kept her from the brunette's soft bare skin.

True to form, Janine was so completely consumed with uncontrollable laughter that she could do nothingto stop Sarah from peeling off her blouse and skirt, skinning off her nylons, and stripping off her bra and panties. Within minutes the Dean of Women had stripped her secretary stark naked; keeping her doubled up with squealing laughter the whole time.

Janine tried a few feeble attempts at pleading for mercy as the larger woman hoisted her to the oak desktop. These were rather badly faked for Janine wanted nothing more than to continue to be tickle- dominated by this woman. Already her furry mound was slick with excitement and her nipples stood rigidly erect.

Sarah tied Janine's wrists together with a discarded stocking, raised them over her head, andbelayed it to one leg of the heavy desk. She used the other stocking to bind the laughing secretary's ankles and belayed them to the opposite corner leg.

A thin sheen of sweat graced Sarah's upper lip as she lasciviously drank in the erotic scene layed before her eyes. With evil glee, she began dancing her long fingernails up and down the wrinkled soles of Janine's tiny bare feet !

Janine howled with insane laughter as the deliciously familiar sensations coursed throughout her body. At this rate, it wouldn't take long until orgasm after shuddering orgasm would dominate her small frame.

Sarah was unaware of her own sexual excitement until she realized that Janine was going to explode in sexual delight just from being tickled !

At the precise moment that her secretary's grinding hips telegraphed her ecstasy, Sarah's own muscles began contracting and expanding in delighted fibrillation. It was all the Dean could do to keep standing up as her knees threatened to buckle. One hand remained to tickle Janine's wiggling feet while the other dove south to bury itself within the confines of her panties. Furiously she fingered herself to a nerve shattering orgasm of an intensity she had never before experienced. Overcome by the sensations that flooded through her nervous system, Sarah whimpered and panted in joy as her knees gave out and she collapsed to the floor;finallypassing out into incredulous sexual oblivion.

15 minutes passed before the Dean of Women regained some semblance of consciousness. When she did, it was in disorientation and confusion. She was not on the floor, nor was she clothed any longer ! Her terror filled eyes recorded the fact that she was nude and firmly bound spread-eagled to her desk with their nylons!

Grinning in evil sweetness, Janine walked around the desk, playfully wafting a very fluffy plume through the air. Still nude, the secretary strutted sensuously and began to verbally taunt her boss.

"Wellll now !! This is a nice bit of role reversal, isn't it ?" she teased. "Once you passed out, I just couldn't resist the opportunity to strip YOU naked and give you a little taste of your own medicine."

A brief spurt of terror ran around the track of her mind, but Sarah controlled it easily.

"It won't do you any good Janine" she began "... you see I'm nowhere near as ticklish as you are !" Although she knew this to be true, she couldn't understand why her skin was so tinglingly sensitive.

"Ohh I don't know about that ! Things are a lot different when you're all tied up and can't get away. For some reason it just seems to make you all the more ticklish ! Let's just find out, shall we ?" Janine said wickedly.

Gently the brunette dusted the plume down the nakedblonde's torso so that just the very ends of the fronds kissed her sensitive skin.

Sarah sucked in her breath with amazement and gritted her teeth. The merest touch of that damnable feather was sending sparks of ticklish tingling shooting through her nervous system ! Margaret's drug had done its job all too well.

Valiantly, Sarah tried to hold back her body's natural reaction to this hilarious stimulation. But she could only control her body so much; sniggers andchuckles constricted her throat and threatened to spill out from her cherry red lips.

"SKNXXXXXX !!!! HMMMMMHMHMHMHHHHMMMMMM !!!!!" Sarah gritted as Janine played the feather up and down her breasts, tummy, and thighs.

"Hmmmm !!! Are we getting a little reactionhere?" Janine chided. "Isn't amazing that people neverrealize how ticklish they really are until their nude and completely helpless ?"

Sarah continued to fight the feelings that twanged against her nerves but her body deserted her when Janine started swirling the feather in her exposed armpits !

"HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA !!!! EEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEE !!" she screamed in explosive, tortured laughter.

The secretary continued to tickle her boss's armpits until she had reduced the woman to a weakenedlump of giggling, sensuous womanhood. She had managed to open the floodgates of Sarah's pent up laughter and now she intended to immerse the helpless woman in an evil flood of fiendish, unrelenting tickle torture !

She moved to regard Sarah's vulnerable bare feet and with a wicked grin of sensual anticipation she pondered on how best to tickle the blonde's long creamy soles. Finally, she decided to lightly scribe the alphabet across her bare feet with the quill tip of the feather.

Sarah's frantic pleas for mercy and urgent begging to be released were drowned in a torrent of loud, raw squeals of insane, uncontrollable laughter ! To the blonde's addled mind, it was as if someone had cast a spell on her to change her nominally ticklish feet into the most sensitive soles ever possessed by woman ! She could feel each evil stroke as it traced acrossthe wiggling balls of each foot, down the wrinkling soles, and around the now very sensitive heels.

Janine continued to tickle the poor woman's feet until her face had turned beet red, tears were flowing freely down her cheeks, and her rosy nipples were standing erectly at attention. The blonde was so exhausted from the forced laughing that the best she could manage were little raw squeaks of laughter and the most she could move was a feeble wiggling of her naked feet.

"Please.... please.... no more.... no more..." Sarah begged the smiling secretary, "...can't stand it can't take it..."

"Now don't you lie to me !" Janine said as she tossed the feather aside and moved up by Sarah's heaving torso, "...I can tell just by looking at you that you LOVE being tickled into insensibility !"

Before Sarah could utter a denial, Janine began running and dancing her fingers up and down both sides of the bound blonde's ribcage !

With what appeared to be renewed energy, Sarah squealed in delighted laughter and wiggled and bucked on the desk top. Wriggling and wiggling however, did not allow her to avoid Janine's devilish tickling fingers. She followed every squirm and jiggle, maintaining a constant flow of rib-tickling torture that vaulted the Dean into an apoplexy of helpless, uncontrollable laughter.

Janine kept up this method of attack for atleast ten minutes until once again Sarah was transformedinto a weak, rosy cheeked, mewling little girl.

As Sarah tried fitfully to draw air into her oxygen depleted lungs, Janine bent close to whisper in her ear. "Now Sarah, I think YOU will tell me a tale or two. I want to know everything that happened to Ms. Standley and why she was fired."

Still groggy from over-exertion, Sarah feebly rolled her head from side to side, hoping to avoid answering her now domineering secretary.

Shaking her head at her boss's recalcitrance, Janine reached into a side drawer of the desk and withdrew a long, pointed, artist's brush. Waving it idly in the air, she warned the captive Dean "I have a way to make you tell me everything I'll ever want to know".

Standing next to the quivering blonde's hips, Janine gazed down and noticed the pouting lips and deweydrops of moisture that beaded the curly blonde mound before her. Lazily, she stroked the fine hairs of the brush gently around the tender skin that surrounded Sarah's love triangle.

"OH PLEASE !!!! EEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEE !!!" Sarah squealed as she tried to rotate her hips away from the insidious kiss of the brush. "NOT THERE.... PLEASE JANINE !!!! DON'T TICKLE ME THERE !!!! EEEEEEEE!!!"

Sarah's giggling and squealing was soon intermixed with guttural moans of pleasure each time Janine flicked the brush across her engorged love nubbin. Janine knew how sexually stimulating tickle torture can be and was well aware that Sarah was highly excited and very near to orgasm.

But just as the blonde was at the brink of explosion, Janine would stop tickling her and let her come back from the edge. The brunette kept up this wicked teasing until she had taken Sarah to the brink ten times; each time stopping just before the delicious moment of release.

Sarah was crazed with excitement and realized the true meaning of torment. Through sterterous breaths and twitching jerks she pleaded with Janine not to stop; promising to tell her everything she wanted to know.

Satisfied she was telling the truth, Janine began furiously tickling Sarah's nubbin. The helpless blonde quivered and shuddered in mounting excitement; grinding her hips faster and faster in a lewd dance of joy. Finally, a scream of animal lust tore through the room as Sarah painfully bowed her back up in a high arch. Seemingly frozen in this position, her body vibrated with a hellish intensity as the throes of her orgasm totally possessed her. Having wrenched almost every muscle in her body, her libido had wrung her out like awet wash rag and flung her back to the desk in blissful oblivion.

Not wanting to lose the edge of her torment, Janine tossed a full glass of ice cold water over her unconscious captive. The shock of the cold snapped her back to consciousness to greet Janine who was crawling catlike onto the desk and sprawling her nude body sensually over Sarah's bound one.

"Now Sarah, tell me the tale of Margaret Standley" Janine began as she nibbled and sucked on the Dean's engorged nipples.

Sarah groaned in terror and delight; knowing that if she didn't tell, her secretary would probably tickle her to death or give her a heart attack from repeated unstoppable orgasms. Through her moans, Sarah told Janine everything she knew.

***

A smile of pure evil delight adorned Margaret's face as she watched through the binoculars across the street. At Janine's signal, she knew the information had been obtained and she hit the button on the remote control that would turn the camcorder off.

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