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!"