Jenny, dressed in one of her three-quarter long velvet skirts, this one being purple with lots of flowers embroidered on it, and a short-sleeved white lace blouse, looked down at Rick, who was tied to a stool and was dressed in a pair of black plush trousers and a deep-blue t-shirt. Around them stood her friends, all of them dressed in three-quarter long skirts and blouses, a costume that had become an unofficial sign of membership in the club. Another sign was that all the girls were bare-footed, even in winter. They never even wore shoes, when they held their meetings.
Rick, however, was not a member and, short of a miracle, never could be as it was a girl’s exclusive club, with a very strict admittance-policy.
Earlier in the day Jenny, who was the clubs’ undisputed leader, had accidentally stumbled across hidden cameras and microphones hidden both in her room, and in the wall of the lyceum, and had quickly traced them back to Rick.
She gathered some of the other members and went in search of him, and when they found him hidden away in a tiny cubby-hole not too far away, they had quickly over-powered him, as they had been too many. Furthermore, he had been dumb enough to squeeze himself into such a tiny space it didn’t allow any room to move around.
“O.K,” she said, trying to make her voice as menacing as possible, “let me ask you again: why were the cameras and microphones hidden in the walls?”
Rick gave her a sullen look, but didn’t answer.
“How long have you been spying on us? What have you seen? What have you heard? Who among us have you bribed to get access to my room?” Rick continued to look at her.
“Don’t wanna talk to us? Well, in that case,” she shrugged, then nodded towards a couple of the more muscular girls, who took his shirt off, lifted him and carried him over to a table, lay him on his back, took his trousers off, leaving him in only his underwear, and secured his wrists and ankles to it, “have it your way!”
One of the girls’ who had carried him, Regan, a particularly muscular member of her sex and age-group, started pulling at her fingers, one by one, until there was a loud, creaking sound.
“Don’t worry, love;” she told him in a surprisingly squeaky voice, “I’ll try and contain my enthusiasm!”
She turned out to be an expert in the field of slow, prolonged tickling; getting the most out of every square-inch of poor Ricks’ body she could get at. She used mainly her fingers and nails, but also feathers.
Just before she finally had to take a break, she used ropes to tie his waist and chest to the table, before putting some ice-cubes on him.
The coldness of the cubes coupled with them melting and creating canals down the sides of his body, made him finally give in.
“I’ve just got started, but I haven’t seen or heard anything except a bunch of blurry pictures and muffled sounds!” he shouted, tears rolling in cascades down his cheeks. “The door to your room was open, so I installed the camera and microphone on a whim. I just got them, so I thought I’d try them to see how well they worked, and they turned out to be rubbish! That is the truth; honest! Please let me go! I promise I won’t do it again! I’ll even let you destroy them!”
“O.K, I believe you!” Jenny said, after having thought about it for a couple of seconds and, much to his tormentors’ dismay, she let him go.
A couple of weeks passed, and then it was Jenny who found herself stripped to her underwear, and tied to a table. Beside her, on another table, the girl who had tortured Rick so mercilessly was tied in a similar way. Both girls had been lured, one by one, into the room, and overpowered by Rick and a friend of his, Charlie, and tied to the tables.
“Oh, girls,” Rick sighed deeply and shook his head. “I’m confused by, and disappointed in you. Here I thought you were taught, from an early age, never to use such foul language as you just did; and never to kick a boy where you just did; and on several occasions I might add! Lucky for you I don’t get angry that easily! If I remember correctly, we’ve got a score to settle, especially Regan and me.”
And off the boys went. Soon the girls were howling a writhing in their bonds, begging for mercy, but there was none. Rick found a spot on Jenny, which seemed to be particularly suitable for tickling, on the insides of her thighs.
When they changed victims, he instructed Charlie to give those areas special attention.
Five minutes into tickling Regan, he purred delighted:”Mm, for one who thinks of herself as being so tough, you are actually quite sensitive! That might come in handy next time.”
“There won’t be a next time!” she moaned. “Stop it, please; I can’t take it anymore!”
“You want me to stop tickling you?” Rick said “O.K. Charlie? I think it’s time for part two; don’t you?”
Charlie, who had such a great time tickling Jenny, reluctantly agreed. Rick went and got a cooler, from which he and Charlie picked up several ice-cubes, which they put on the girls. Rick looked at the helpless girls, with ice-water running down their bodies.
“Revenge,” he sighed,” is oh, so sweet!”