Tabitha's Tickle: The Expanded Edition

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

“You can wait in here,” Kelly said as she ushered Sharon into a well-appointed parlor off the formal entrance. Tau Zeta was obviously a rich sorority; the house was built in the formal antebellum style, with an ornate curving staircase leading from the entrance to the upper floors. Sliding wooden doors on either side revealed the formal parlors. The parlors had large windows with sheer curtains, letting in wonderful golden light. Sharon looked around, impressed. Were those real Louis XIV desks?

“Just think,” Kelly said, taking Sharon’s arm, “all this can be yours —after the initiation.”

Sharon looked up at the taller cheerleader with wide eyes. “W-what’s going to happen?”

“Lots of things,” Kelly smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” With that, and to Sharon’s amazement, Kelly’s arm slid around Sharon’s waist and pulled her close. Without thinking, Sharon closed her eyes and found herself lost in a warm, wet kiss. It was the first time she’d been kissed by another woman, and she was surprised to find herself accepting it so easily. Maybe it was the dope —or maybe it was the eroticism that permeated the entire campus. Somehow it was stronger in the sorority house.

She let herself be kissed and felt the sensation of a female body pressing against her own, warm and soft. She began kissing back and her arms went around her partner. Her n*****s, already stiff, tingled as they pressed against Kelly’s large breasts. If this was her initiation, okay.

“Mmm,” Kelly said as she broke off the kiss. “This is going to be fun.” Sharon stood there, aware of nothing but her own sensuality, as Kelly ran a slim finger slowly over her lips and down over her body through the valley between her breasts. She shivered with pleasure.

“I’d better tell Tabitha you’re here. Look around all you like,” Kelly said with subtle emphasis, “but don’t touch anything.” She slid the doors shut as she left.

Sharon hugged herself. She had never particularly thought about making love with a woman; she had no fundamental objections to it, but it had never come up before. She liked the look of the female body and appreciated a sexy demeanor, but her interest had heretofore been theoretical and aesthetic. Now it was becoming practical, and the thought was very pleasant. She looked around the room aimlessly, admiring the various objects d’art and the obviously valuable furniture, but not really paying close attention. There was a door at the other end of the room; without thinking, she opened it.

Her heart began to pound loudly in her chest and she started with surprise and another rush of sudden lust. The inner room was a library of some sort, with dark wallpaper and rich carpet. The furniture had red upholstery and gold trim. There were no windows, and the room gave off a red glow. It was as if she’d opened a door to another world. On the wall directly in front of her was a man —naked, chained to the wall with shackles spreading his arms and legs into a giant x-shape. Another chain was fastened to a silver ring attached to a leather collar around his neck. A leather bit in his mouth gagged him effectively.

She moved toward him as if in a trance. His c**k was imprisoned in two silver bands: one at the base of his c**k, another forming a loop around the top of his balls. Only half-hard at first, his c**k began to quiver with her nearness, swelling helplessly as she approached.

Kelly’s words came back to her. “Look around all you like, but don’t touch anything.” She couldn’t help herself. His c**k was already rigid, saluting her. She touched his chest gently and he moaned through his gag. His eyes pleaded; he needed her. A sense of erotic power surged through her. She liked the feeling. She liked it a lot.

Carefully, slowly, she rubbed her hand over his chest and found his right n****e. As she touched it, she glanced down. His c**k lurched with sudden passion.

“Is your right n****e sensitive?” she asked, smiling with delight in her absolute control over her helpless victim. “How about your left?” She pinched both n*****s, pinched them hard. His eyes were wide open, staring at her with helpless need, begging her. She could feel the wetness growing below; tying up Bobby was nothing compared to this.

She delighted in his moans of passion and pain as she stroked and pinched his n*****s. Kelly’s voice echoed in her mind again. You’re a prickteaser, aren’t you?

“I’m a prickteaser,” she whispered aloud to her helpless victim. “I’m going to tease your prick now.”

Dirty words turned her on. Without breaking eye contact, she reached down to take his c**k in her hand, trailing her fingers over its twitching length.

“You’ve got a hard c**k,” she whispered. “Hard c***s turn me on. Your c**k needs me, doesn’t it. It needs my hand. You’d prefer my mouth or my p***y, wouldn’t you.” It was a statement, not a question. His face was taut with the agony of his need. “Do you want to f**k me? f**k me with your c**k? I’d f**k your c**k, but I want to tease it even more. I like feeling your c**k twitch. Maybe I’ll want to see it spurt some come. Would you like to spurt your come in my hand, or all over my dress? I’d have to take off my dress before I made you come, then I’d have you spurt your come all over my body. I’d rub your come in with my hand; maybe I’d lick it all up. I’ll bet your come tastes good. I want to see you come, just a little bit. Come for me. Make your c**k spurt. Yes. Spurt your c**k while I hand-f**k you.”

The dirtier she spoke, the hotter she got. She took her hand off his n****e and rubbed her own breast through her jumper top. Some part of her mind couldn’t believe what she was doing, but the strange erotic atmosphere had taken control of her. She could feel the come building in his c**k. Part of her wanted to feel his come spurting.

She looked into his face. What did she want to do? Her hand did the work for her. He was close, pulsing. His cockhead was swelling in her hand. She released him. “But I told you I was a prickteaser, didn’t I? Mustn’t fib.”

The deep moan from under his gag filled her with cruel delight. She had never done anything quite like this before, and she was more turned on than she’d ever been.

Again, she stroked him toward the moment of crisis. There was pre-come oozing from the tip of his c**k; she wiped it off. Holding her finger in front of his face, she licked it with swirling and sexy tongue sliding over her lips. She flashed her eyes at him and pursed her lips. “Tastes good. Want some?” She dipped her finger back in the viscous fluid and smeared some on his helpless lips. From the expression on his face, he didn’t like that much, but didn’t dare protest. The third finger went to his n****e, wetting it, then rubbing the wet, white-hard nub with her finger as she began to pump his stiff c**k again.

“I told you I’m a prickteaser, and I am. But even prickteasers like to see come every now and then. I like c***s. I like hard c***s. I like wet c***s that spurt and spurt. I like your c**k. I think I’ll let you this time. I will. I’m going to let you come this time. I want you to come. Come for me. Come for me. I’ll let you. You can trust me. How do you want it? Want me to hand-f**k you like this? I’ll suck you off if you prefer. Just nod. Hand-f**k? Yes or no. Blow job? Yes or no. Oh, you want a blow job. I thought so. Dirty little boy wants to stick his c**k in my innocent mouth and have me suck all the come out, drink it down. Do you want me to swallow all your come? Do you?”

Helpless, not knowing whether to trust her, he nodded. “But I think I want to hand-f**k you this time. Is that okay, or would you prefer not to come at all? Nod your head. Hand-job? Yes or no. Or pricktease? I’m sorry, I didn’t get that. This time you have to say the words. Say ‘hand-job.’ Say it, or I’ll assume you want pricktease. You’re not saying anything. What’s all that moaning? You must want pricktease very badly. Oh, you’re almost there! I can feel it! Speak up. Tell me what you want. Tell me. Tell me.” Faster she stroked until the final moment, then stopped.

“I do pricktease very well, don’t I,” she giggled.

“Yes, you do.” The sound of another voice startled her. She swiveled around to see Kelly with another woman, one of the most beautiful women Sharon had ever met: Tabitha, President of Tau Zeta Rho.

Tabitha was a tall, statuesque blonde with a luscious figure, wearing an amazing red leather dress with a lace-up bodice that showed her ripe cleavage down nearly to her navel. A long side slit revealed a long, shapely leg with foot arched in red stiletto heels. Stunningly beautiful on a physical level, but what was most captivating about her was her eyes —royal blue and twinkling with secret amusement —and her lips, ripe and red and sultry, smiling with utter self-assurance and control.

Sharon knew she was hot, boys had often told her so, but in the presence of Tabitha she suddenly felt callow, boyish, and clumsy. Caught and humiliated in the act of toying with the naked boy, she could only stammer apologies, and Tabitha’s knowing smile grew.

“We knew —or guessed, at least —what would happen,” Tabitha smiled, cutting short Sharon’s attempts to excuse herself. “It’s the beginning of your initiation. Boy toys like poor Robin here are part of life at Tau Zeta, and we need to make sure you’ll fit in.”

Sharon glanced back at her shackled victim. If this was part of Tau Zeta life, she was ready. “Really? Did you just tie him up, or did he volunteer?” she said with curiosity.

Tabitha laughed as she walked over to her prisoner. “Oh, Robin found his way to us,” she teased, smoothing back the shackled boy’s tousled hair. “He got himself admitted as one of the first male students to the school. He thought he’d be in for non-stop s*x, and he was absolutely right...just not in the way he expected.”

“We caught him m**********g while spying on the cheerleaders,” she continued, “and of course we had to thoroughly punish him. Though if it hadn’t been that, it would have been something else.” She smiled directly at Robin. His pleading eyes never left her, and his c**k quivered at her nearness. Sharon was fascinated and aroused.

“He was so cute as a prisoner we turned him into a permanent boy toy. He’s on punishment right now.”

“Punishment?” Sharon asked.

“Yes, he was very bad. We were using him to help work on one of our female toys, and he tried to get her off prematurely. Himself, too, of course. Or trying to, at least.” Tabitha took his c**k in her hand. It pulsed and quivered as if it had a life of its own. She pointed to the silver ring. “That’s a special c**k ring; it really controls his orgasm. The girl nearly reached orgasm when Kelly caught him, and I sentenced him to another three weeks before we’d consider letting him come.”

“Three weeks?”

“He had an orgasm only three weeks before.” She dropped his c**k. “Tonight’s the end of his three weeks, but that only means I consider letting him come. Sometimes I wait longer —maybe even another three weeks. Sometimes I don’t know whether I’ll make him come or not.” She smiled wickedly. “I like to keep him in suspense.”

Sharon was amazed. Six weeks without an orgasm —she couldn’t take it. And this thought about female tease victims: could it happen to her? Bobby was nearly desperate and it had only been a week for him, and he wasn’t being teased constantly like Robin. Tau Zeta took teasing seriously, that was for sure.

“Enough about Robin for now,” Tabitha said. “We invited you here to consider pledging Tau Zeta Rho sorority. You’ve gotten only a glimpse. Do you like it so far?”

“Oh, yes,” Sharon said fervently. “I do.”

“Would you like to become a sister of our sorority, with all the rights and privileges thereof?”

“Yes,” Sharon replied.

“Will you follow the guidance and direction of your officers, and consent to the rules and regulations of our sisterhood?”

“Yes.”

“You must undergo our initiation and trial to be considered for our membership. The ritual is secret, and you must give blind consent. Do you accept initiation into Tau Zeta Rho?”

“I do.”

“Take off your clothes.”

Startled, Sharon looked at Tabitha, who smiled knowingly. Was she slated to be a tease victim? Is that what all the girls went through? Her stomach took a sudden dip of fear. Her hands were trembling, but she followed orders, slipping off the shoulder straps of her jumper and unzipping the skirt, then pulling her turtleneck over her head. She was down to panties and sandals; she unfastened the sandal straps and slid them off, then after a pause, slid off her panties.

She was naked, just like Robin. She looked over at the young boy shackled to the wall, his needy c**k pleading for mercy. She had no idea how long it had been for him, or how desperate he really was. She had really tortured him. Surprisingly, the thought didn’t fill her with guilt, only with a confused sense of power.

Being naked in front of two clothed women, including the first girl to ever kiss her in an erotic fashion, made her feel particularly helpless. Tabitha and Kelly moved toward her, pinning her between them. The touch of leather against naked flesh in the front, and the combination of brief cheerleader sweater and skirt along with Kelly’s bare flesh in the back was exciting. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as Tabitha kissed her. Kelly’s hands slipped around to cup her breasts. She moaned with pleasure. Even if they did mean to make her a s*x slave, this was fun. She surrendered to the erotic sandwich.

The sorority girls toyed with their initiate for a few minutes, then let her go, wet and trembling with desire.

“That was your welcome. Now for the first part of your initiation, punishment for disobeying Kelly’s order about not touching.” Kelly took a wooden sorority paddle with the T Z R Greek initials from a hook on the wall. Sharon gulped, but she expected something like that.

“Move over toward Robin,” Tabitha ordered. On their commands, Sharon placed her hands over Robin’s shackled hands. Their faces were within inches; he could feel her breath. She spread her legs and leaned into Robin; if it weren’t for his gag they could have kissed. Her breasts brushed against his chest. His c**k, fully extended, tickled her pubic hair.

THWACK! The first spank of the paddle made her lurch forward; Robin’s stiff c**k slid along the length of her sopping wet p***y, stimulating her c**t. It stung, but not too badly. The feeling of c**k sliding across her wetness was arousing. The combination was devastating. She stuck her ass out again to greet the second THWACK!, and then rocked her hips back and forth under the paddling. Soon the stinging grew into pain; she felt herself getting red. She gazed into Robin’s eyes, filled with desire and need. THWACK! She quickly lost count of the spanks as she concentrated on rubbing his cockhead against her c**t on each move of her hips. It was devastatingly sexy, all the more so because of the torment she could see on his face.

“Fifteen!” Kelly announced. It was over.

Regretfully, she moved away from the wall. She couldn’t help it, she rubbed her ass where the paddle had left its impression. She reached for her jumper.

“No,” Tabitha chided. “You get to stay naked for the rest of your initiation.”

Sharon nodded. It wasn’t such a surprise. As horny as she had become, her nakedness was becoming less of a concern to her.

Kelly was unfastening Robin’s gag and unshackling him from the wall. “Say thank you to the nice young initiate for giving you a handjob,” Tabitha ordered.

“T-thank you,” Robin whispered, sore and uncomfortable from his imprisonment and frustration.

“You’re welcome,” Sharon said with a smile. She thought the boy was cute. “I hope we can do it again sometime.”

Tabitha chuckled wickedly. “Oh, I think we might arrange that, but only after your initiation. Then you’ll have a better idea what to do with him.”

“I’ve got a few ideas right now,” Sharon replied lustfully.

Tabitha and Kelly laughed. “I’ll bet you do, and I’ll bet Robin would love them. Just wait until later, though. You’ll discover possibilities you never even knew existed!” Tabitha stated firmly.

“Go Teasers!” Kelly laughed in agreement.

Kelly then produced a leather collar with a ring to fasten around Sharon’s neck, and put leather bands, also each with a ring, on her wrists and ankles. Robin wore similar bands, making it virtually instantaneous to tie them up in any position their mistresses chose. “Initiates have to learn what it’s like to be slaves, so when they become slave mistresses, they know better how to deal with their toys. Don’t worry: your initiation lasts only twenty-four hours,” Tabitha stated. Still, the imprisoning bands increased Sharon’s sense of helplessness and delicious fear. She and Robin were identical, both slaves and tease toys. The difference was that soon she’d be able to call the shots, and Robin would stay a slave.

Robin’s hands were fastened behind him with a metal clip that joined the two rings; they left Sharon’s hands free. They clipped a leash to each collar. Sharon felt particularly humiliated to be led around like a dog. Robin seemed to treat it as something inevitable.

“Are you still sore?” Tabitha asked. Ruefully, Sharon nodded. “Robin, I want you to kiss it and make it better.”

To Sharon’s surprise and delight, Robin obediently knelt and began kissing her paddled ass, gently and tenderly. She bent over slightly to give him better access and slid her legs apart. He kissed her rosy mounds and finally dipped between her legs to plant one delicious kiss on her wet lips.

“That’s not her ass,” Kelly laughed, giving Robin a tug on the leash. “Good try, though.”

“I think the next idea is to show you around,” Tabitha announced. “You need a better idea of what Tau Zeta is all about. Then we’ll proceed with the next installment of your initiation. Any questions?”

Sharon’s mind was overwhelmed with lust, bizarre sexuality, and m*******a smoke. For a second she couldn’t think of anything, then she blurted out, “What about Bobby? If you’re doing this to me, and Robin is an example of what you do here, what are you planning for Bobby?” She was more curious than worried —the thought of Bobby shackled and teased like Robin was suddenly very appealing to her.

Both her captors laughed. “Oh, Woody is in for quite a treat,” Kelly giggled. “Don’t worry; you’ll get your turn with him before it’s all over.”

Tabitha added, “It’s always most fun when you bring your own toy to the party. Girls who don’t have to undergo extra initiation. But you’re sharing the pleasure —and the surprises. We’ll tell you all about it while we show you a few of the other surprises this house has in store. Kelly, do you want to run Robin back down to the dungeons while I take our initiate to meet the Count? Then meet us upstairs.”

The dungeons? Sharon thought with shock.

“Oh, yes, my sweet young initiate. Dungeons. And much more. Welcome to Tau Zeta Rho. You’re in for the ride of your life —and so is your cute little boyfriend.”