Slight Kink in the Plan The fixed-position wide-lens camera stationed opposite the door into the hotel room recorded the conquerer-captive scene with objective, pitiless accuracy. What the machine witnessed was a towering specimen, an eighteen year old, six-foot-two inch blonde volleyball goddess effortlessly toting over her shoulder a comparatively miniscule, twenty-four year old, four-foot-eleven porcelain doll-esque law student. Bound at the ankles and wrists and gagged, the tiny, helpless captive feebly writhed in the python-like grasp of the titanic bombshell, both garbed only in lingerie. Each woman's ensemble seemed appropriate: the blonde's camisole and hipster were drenched in a dark, savage red; the brunette's matronly bra and boy-cut panties were a pristine white. The blonde's scarlet garb stood out in stark relief against the golden bronze of her toned skin, whereas the brunette's underclothes were only just more pale than the inviting, delicate flesh they covered. For local professional women, this sort of scene was not unfamiliar. It had been played out annually, in some form or fashion, every fall for the better part of ten years. The large town of New Folkl hosted two major all-women's colleges, St. Darby's University and the Allred Legal Academy. St. Darby's, despite fierce competition from large state colleges in major athletic conferences, regularly attracted dozens of the top female athletes from all over the country and the world. For an aspiring female student-athlete, St. Darby's was the best choice east of Stanford University in California. The Allred Legal Academy, besides being a desirable destination for female law students, was by and large underwritten by a prominent cable news network. Therefore, when Allred went looking for worthwhile scholarship recipients, one unstated requirement was that the prospective student had the prerequisite look for television: petite, non-threatening, and beautiful - a face the camera loves. Naturally, each school held the other in low regard from the start and the feud lasted for decades. It was the typical stuff: one school steals the other's mascot, petty vandalism, nasty t-shirts, etc. Unexpectedly, the feud took a strange turn. Back in 2001, Dr. Helen Blakely, then the new president of St. Darby's, hoping to expand the national profile of the school (as if they weren't well-known enough through ESPN and the like) propsed a contest to Donna Evans-Mahler, the president of Allred. It was simple: every year, a Darby's freshman would attempt to perpetrate a prank of some sort upon an Allred senior. If the prank was successful, Allred would donate 100,000 dollars to the charity of Dr. Blakely's choice. If the prank failed, it would go the other way. Kristen Majors, the 195-pound powerhouse blonde volleyballer, was the freshman chosen to carry out this year's prank. And why not - she was, weightlifters aside, perhaps the strongest incoming freshman in the school's history. During her first campus visit, she wowed her future teammates by dunking a basketball with two hands and benching 220 pounds three times. The plan decided upon was simple: abduct a senior, tie her up, and tickle her to insanity on camera, a ready-made YouTube classic. And the featherweight senior, Juliet Monroe, was the perfect victim. Carrying just ninety pounds on her fifty-nine inches, Monroe had all the physical strength of a third-grader. She had prepared for a media career for basically her entire life, which precluded the addition of any unsightly, unfeminine muscle. Her entire workout regimen consisted of thirty minutes of walking every other morning. On this particular morning, Juliet's habit betrayed her: a black van drove just past the oblivious senior and out of the back end of the van popped Kristen. Juliet reacted and started to dart away, but the predator was far too swift for the prey. In one instant, Kristen pounced on Juliet, pulled her into the back of the van, and shut the door. The van then drove away, headed for a not-so-distant hotel room. Along the way, Kristen shed her tank top and shorts, revealing those fierce crimson undergarments. She then persuaded Juliet, after two harsh swats on her bottom, to change out of the workout clothes and into the virginal white lingerie. Which brings us back to now. Kristen, working like an efficient commando, tossed the tiny woman on the bed and secured each of her insignificant limbs to every corner of the frame. Juliet whimpered all the while, as though she could stop something as important as "The Prank" with a mere appeal to basic human decency. The whimpers were being recorded by the built-in mic in the camera, which Kristen then repositioned to obtain a better angle. Kristen stood at the foot of the bed, taking a long look at her handiwork before starting the fireworks. But she lingered a long time. Perhaps this was just theatrics for the camera? Kristen then slowly got onto the bed, in a sort of crawl position, careful not to place any bodyweight on the delicate Juliet. Kristen hovered above Juliet, again lingering a bit longer than one might expect. Leaning into Juliet's face, her nose inches from that of the captive, Kristen spoke to Juliet loudly, to make sure the mic would catch it all: "I'm going to remove your gag. Now, I need you to be as quiet as you can - don't call for help, or you'll be very sorry; I promise you, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, you may even like this." For whatever reason, Juliet trusted her captor. Maybe because she was in no position to resist, but when the gag came out, the small senior was as quiet as a church mouse. Dramatically, Kristen tossed the gag aside, hopped down to a seated position on the left side of the bed, and began tracing a fingernail along the oblique muscles in Juliet's abdomen. Juliet now understood what was happening and she didn't want to give her captor any satisfaction. She stifled an audible laugh, but her surprisingly curvy body laughed for her. Her divine bosoms shook as her hips jerked backward, the bed rocked in response. Kristen repeated her previous move with slightly more pressure this time. The action intensified, therefore, so did the reaction: Juliet was starting to buck with more force, a quiet but perceptible laugh escaped her lips. Against her will, a smile was spreading across her face. Upping the ante, Kristen took each of her large powerful hands and rubbed both sides of Juliet's waist, going up to the armpit, down to the hips, and back again. Juliet was bucking wildly already, her head tossing her long black hair wildly across her face. The laughs were more frequent and louder. For good measure, Kristen's hands traveled back up the sides of Juliet's body - and attacked the armpits. Juliet was howling, a feeble tempest of laughter and bodily thrashing. Her pale face was rapidly matching the dark red underwear Kristen wore. She bucked and thrashed and howled in delight - and Kristen had pulled away already. When Juliet calmed down, she saw a grim-looking Kristen looking right into her eyes, her huge hands poised to attack again. They were aimed at the softest part of Juliet's torso, the flat, soft, unblemished belly with the innocent, inward navel. Juliet laughed an uneasy laugh. What is she going to do to me? What Juliet didn't know, couldn't have known, is that Kristen was poised there for a rather long moment. She had been studying her prey for the third time during this session - not for effect, but in awe: This girl is stunning. Kristen, who had spent most of her post-pubescent life in locker rooms among beautiful women with great physiques, had never before been even slightly attracted to any of them. This was different. But she had a job to do. The long moment ended in a flash. The hands shot out and landed on Juliet's...upper arms. Instead of the expected maneuver, Kristen's mouth landed on that perfect tummy - and blew raspberries. Juliet lost all control, laughing maniacally and bucking so hard that even Kristen had some difficulty controlling her. Round after round of raspberries whipped Juliet into a frenzy of pleasure. She gave up resisting and simply lay back to enjoy the experience. During the action, Kristen's hands had moved away from Juliet's upper arms and onto her breasts. And they did not rest there. Kristen gently pulled and tugged them, a kneading born of need. As Juliet came down from the laughter, she noticed the fondling. She also noticed that the raspberries had turned into slow licks and kisses. She wanted to protest, but she didn't want the large girl to stop, either. Juliet's eyes fell upon the magnificent physique of the younger girl, and there they stayed. No one was tickling anybody any more. "Excuse me," said Juliet, her voice hoarse from fatigue and desire. Kristen slowly looked up into the eyes of the impossibly beautiful face of the senior. What started as a prank and turned into curiosity became genuine, mutual lust. Both women were now fully ready to explore a previously undiscovered country. "Could you please untie me?" Kristen felt stupid for not having done so already. "So glad you asked!"