Looking for: "Port levy academy" stories

[LordMod]

Does anybody know where I can still find the five parts of "Port Levy Academy" from Grimemc? He has deleted them all on this website and his Patreon, sorry to say this, isn't the most 'stable'. He went under the name tickle stories there once before disappearing on me forever without the stories coming back. So can somebody please help me out here?

 

[cph4141]

Same mission.
Did you ever have any luck?

 

[Grimemc]

Hi LordMod,

Thanks for your interest in finding my old stories. I think there may have been a newer request too - I’m touched that people enjoyed them so much!

Ok, quick backstory. I am hideous at remembering loving info for accounts. Famously so. As a result, I have bounced around between a few monikers over the years. I posted these stories under this alias here, Thatsecretchord on deviant art and tickle stories on Patreon. Makes it hard for even me to track things down!

I closed my Patreon for two reasons. First, I was absolutely not enough of a regular poster to warrant people dropping their hard earned cash on a subscription model and secondly, at some point I just decided I’d like to provide something back to the community without a monetary incentive.

As altruistic as I meant that to be, it puts us in something of a pickle. Knob head here deleted the full versions with my page and the previews saved on deviant art are just that. I’m sorry to say no full versions exist any more.

Here’s the good news for you. This strikes me as a good opportunity to blow the dust off my proverbial pen. After all, what better way to give back to the community than to rewrite these stories? Full remaster sound good?

I can more or less remember the plot line I had planned for the characters and some of the world development. I’ll try to be as true to the originals as I can but hopefully, the intervening years will have made me a better writer. We’ll soon see.

I’ll have something for you soon!

 

[TickleMFG]

Hi LordMod,

Thanks for your interest in finding my old stories. I think there may have been a newer request too - I’m touched that people enjoyed them so much!

Ok, quick backstory. I am hideous at remembering loving info for accounts. Famously so. As a result, I have bounced around between a few monikers over the years. I posted these stories under this alias here, Thatsecretchord on deviant art and tickle stories on Patreon. Makes it hard for even me to track things down!

I closed my Patreon for two reasons. First, I was absolutely not enough of a regular poster to warrant people dropping their hard earned cash on a subscription model and secondly, at some point I just decided I’d like to provide something back to the community without a monetary incentive.

As altruistic as I meant that to be, it puts us in something of a pickle. Knob head here deleted the full versions with my page and the previews saved on deviant art are just that. I’m sorry to say no full versions exist any more.

Here’s the good news for you. This strikes me as a good opportunity to blow the dust off my proverbial pen. After all, what better way to give back to the community than to rewrite these stories? Full remaster sound good?

I can more or less remember the plot line I had planned for the characters and some of the world development. I’ll try to be as true to the originals as I can but hopefully, the intervening years will have made me a better writer. We’ll soon see.

I’ll have something for you soon!

My friends, if I may - I saved the series...

 

[Grimemc]

My friends, if I may - I saved the series...

Awesome!

Feel free to repost them, it would save me a ton of work rewriting them.

In that case, I’ll just continue the series for where I left off.

 

[TickleMFG]

Port Levy Academy
By Grimemc

Some people just know they're different. They feel it every day. It’s a gut instinct. Sure its subtle, it lurks on the edge of the subconscious, barely registering, occasionally rearing its head and reminding you...you’re meant for something else.

Sorsha new this about herself. She always had. There was nothing about her that would outwardly suggest it to a casual observer, to anyone looking - and plenty of people did - Sorsha was a perfectly normal young woman. Slightly over average height at 5'8 and naturally slender, she had a healthy interest in all thing beauty and fashion much like a lot of eighteen year old girls and an easy going and personable demeanor that had won her plenty of friends. She found humor in everyday life. She found a lot of humor in today.

Sorsha played with a lock of her fiery red hair, watching the lady across from her gaze around the sitting room of her parent's house and a smile touched her jade green eyes. She didn’t quite know what to make of this one.

The lady opposite seemed oblivious to the younger girl’s examination, or simply didn't mind it. She let her bright blue eyes pass over the work tops and appliances, an expression of serene calm on her pretty face. If the smart white blouse and tight pencil skirt she wore fit the mental image that Sorsha had built up then the blonde, shoulder length curls and youthful facial features were a bit more unexpected.

Certainly this was not what she was expecting when the first email arrived two weeks ago...

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A scream split the Sunday afternoon calm. It started high, the way only a scream wrenched from an unsuspecting victim can. The note held, reverberating at nearly painful levels before dissolving into, of all things, laughter. It wasn't every day you heard laughter like this though. To say hearty would be a fair understatement. No doubt the average onlooker would be more than a little surprised to find it coming from the petite brunette on the green leather couch. It’s still surprised Sorsha sometimes. How could such a modestly sized set of lungs produce something that powerful? Still, Sorsha mused, that was probably what made Nikki so much fun to tickle.

Sorsha walked her fingertips lightly up her friend’s feet, starting at the heels and stopping just under the toes. Go slow. That was the key with Nikki. Every millimeter of soft skin between her heels and the balls of her small feet was brutally ticklish and Sorsha new it. Like she knew back of her hand. She knew Nikki would be desperate for her fingers to get off her heels, only to be plunged into new depths of despair as her silky arches were stroked. Of course then the fingers reached the balls of her feet and the laughter redoubled. Then the fingers started back down. Slow wiggling. Barely touching. Sorsha counted in her head if she reached the heels before she got to 30 she was going too fast.

"Would you guys give it a rest?" Sorsha's father had to shout to be heard over the shrieking laughter. "Sorsha, please. I’m trying to get some work done."
Sorsha stopped tickling as her father slammed the door. There would be another time to tickle Nikki. There always was.
"Hooooly shihihihit." Giggled the tiny brunette, sitting up and rubbing her feet to expel the residual tickling sensation. "How do you do that? I swear, anybody else tries to tickle my feet and I barely flinch but with you I have the most ticklish feet on the planet."
"I dunno I still think Jen's worse." Replied Sorsha, standing up and brushing some bright red hair from her eyes. "But I thank you for the compliment. One of these days you'll learn not to test me when it comes to tickling. I’m unbeatable. " she said with a wink.
"Yeah yeah I’ll be able to hold out one day." Nikki said as she slipped her ballet flats back onto her feet and stood to hug Sorsha. "Anyway imp off dork, I'll be busy with uni work for a while but we'll catch up soon."
"Ok cool." Replied Sorsha as she walked her friend to the front door. "Your place next time maybe. I think Dads had enough of that game."

Sorsha watched as Nikki pulled out of the driveway, then closed the door and sprang up the stairs to her room. She flopped down on her front on the bed and booted up her Mac, her legs kicking idly in the air behind her. She smiled and hummed to herself as she logged on to her email account. Tickling Nikki always put her in a good mood. Tickling anybody for that matter. Tickling had always just been her thing. Everybody knew it and luckily for her she had gathered some patient friends. She was good at it too. Nikki wasn't the only person to swear to being not ticklish until Sorsha worked her magic.

"Helloooo...what’s this?" Sorsha had signed into her email account in the hopes of finding a reply from one of the three admin jobs she had applied for in the last week. An administration role was far from the kind of excitement Sorsha had always expected would fill her young adult years but since her eighteenth birthday a couple of weeks before, her father had made it abundantly clear that she was expected to stop 'pissing around' and get a job. Instead she found an email from one Miss Stiles.

Dear Miss S. Williams

It is my great pleasure to inform you of your acceptance into the Port Levy finishing academy for gifted Ladies. You join a privileged group of promising women from around the country. We are excited to welcome you and look forward to working with you to develop your rare and valuable skill set. As is custom, I will visit your family home two weeks hence in order to provide you and your parents with all necessary information to ensure your prompt arrival on school grounds in one months time.

Yours,
Miss A. Stiles.

Sorsha read the email four times. This was hardly the first junk email she had received but she had to admit that this one was a little more unusual than most. They had even gone to the trouble of designing some kind of crest for the email header. A golden badge with two crossed black feathers over a castle. She read the email once more before hitting delete with a shake of her head.

The next morning Sorsha awoke and shuffled sleepily into her on suite to shower. She reemerged fifteen minutes later wrapped in a towel with her long red wet hair plastered to her shoulders. She sat on the bed and opened her Mac.
"What the...". She breathed. The email from the night before was open on the desktop. "I thought I deleted...no way..." The email read exactly as it had before. Only now the line that had said 'visit your family home two weeks hence' now read 'thirteen days hence'.
"This is some advanced junkmail." She sighed, closing the laptop.

So began two pretty strange weeks for Sorsha. The emails appeared daily with the time until the mysterious meeting reducing accordingly. By the second week texts had begun arriving on Sorsha's phone. When there were only three days remaining Sorsha's parents had cornered her in the kitchen and demanded to know what this academy she had enrolled in was and why they were receiving emails about it. Whatever this was it showed no signs of slowing down.

Finally the day of the meeting arrived. Any hopes the family had of the day passing uneventfully were dashed when all three received the same text at eight o'clock sharp:

'You may expect Miss Stiles' arrival at precisely twelve pm. Regards, Port Levy admin.'

At 11.58 the family sat around the living room holding their breathe, each as uncertain as the other as to what to expect. At twelve o'clock the doorbell rang.

Sorsha let out a nervous squeak as her father stood to answer the door. Thoughts of a heavy set, dour disciplinarian filled Sorsha's imagination. Was she to be whisked away to some far flung military style camp to learn how to be a proper lady? Had her parents set this up in secret? She heard voices in the hall and was on the verge of making a break for it when her father returned, leading their guest. The guest made Sorsha reconsider.

A lady of no more than thirty entered the room. Undeniably business like with her crisp white blouse and tailored grey pencil skirt, long black nylon covered legs ending in a pair or patent black heels. There was something about her manner though, which disarmed Sorsha. Nothing about the loose flowing blonde curls that framed her face and fell past her shoulders shouted disciplinarian. The hint of a smile tugging and the corners of her unpainted lips in her heart shaped face certainly didn’t scream dour. The lady looked completely at ease, confident she had the right house and, indeed, the right girl.

"Ahh you must be Sorsha." She declared, striding up to the bemused young lady and taking her hand .
"Y...yes but how...?" Came the stammered reply.
"Let’s just say I have a natural instinct when it comes to recognizing my students. I am Annabella Stiles, I am the head mistress of Port Levy academy for gifted ladies. And you Sorsha are a very gifted lady." As she spoke she guided Sorsha to two arm chairs. She sat Sorsha in one and pulled the other closer to face her.

Sorsha’s parents stood by the door apparently unsure of how to proceed in the face of such self-confidence.
"Uhh...may I offer you a drink Miss stiles?" Asked Sorsha's mother, more out of a desire to break the silence than to actually provide refreshment for this strange woman. Miss styles appeared to notice her for the first time and replied;
"Tea thank you. But don’t rush I have some matters to discuss in private with Sorsha here." If Sorsha’s mother felt any insult at being dismissed in her own home she showed no sign as she hurried from the room. Her father, for the slightest of moments appeared to be forming a retort but the thought better of it under a withering stare from Miss Stiles and he too made a quick exit, closing the door behind him.

Now alone, the two ladies sat in silence. Miss Stiles seemingly content to take in her surroundings and Sorsha now beginning to find the situation amusing. It was a trait of the girl that she was not easily rattled, often resorting to humor when faced with the unknown. After a few minutes curiosity overtook her.

"So...what’s this all..." She began and Miss Stiles cut in.
"Just over two minutes."
"I’m sorry?" Replied a bemused Sorsha.
"No need for apologies two minutes is a perfectly acceptable time to wait for the conversation to begin under what I must imagine to be quite perplexing circumstances. I do apologize but I find that to be a good way to gauge character in a new student. Learned it from a psychologist friend of mine. Wait for the other person to speak. The aggressive or overly confident will take about a minute, those uncomfortable in their own skin less. Defensive or defiant people will challenge you and try to outlast you in silence while well rounded individuals such as yourself generally last around two minute. Well done." Miss Stiles leaned forward and patted Sorsha on the knee as she finished.
"Right...well...go me."
"I suppose you would like to know what this meeting is about." Asked Miss Stiles, straightening her skirt as she spoke.
"I wouldn’t mind." Agreed Sorsha.
"Fine. I do ask that you allow me to finish before dismissing what I have to say as crazy though. You would be surprises how closed some young ladies minds are even in this day and age." Miss Stiles sat up straight, took a deep breath and began.

"The Port Levey finishing academy for gifted ladies was established in 1952 by a group of female physicists who were continuing, in secret, to research alternative energy sources using data gathered by the great Nikola Tesla. Tesla was looking into ways of generating energy using living organisms. Humans particularly. Are you aware that every human on the planet contains more explosive energy than a nuclear bomb? Astounding isn’t it? Tesla began - and the founding sisters perfected - formulating ways of harnessing that energy. They discovered that the key to activating and harvesting that energy was already in us. Just not all of us. The key to this energy is only in a select few. All female. Only in gifted ladies. The Academy was formed to find these girls and develop their talents, lest they go to waste. I am one such lady and so are you Sorsha." Here Miss Stiles paused. "Are you keeping up sweetheart?"
"I think so...so I have a gift that allows me to access this energy? But how?" She asked.
"Think about it. What did you do just before you got your first email from us?"
"I was hanging out with my friend." Said Sorsha, thinking back.
"Yes but what did you do?" Pressed Miss Stiles.
"I...oh...I tickled her...that’s it isn’t it? Tickling?"
"You’ve got it sweetheart."

Suddenly things made a bit more sense to Sorsha. When she tickled people she could feel a change in the air. The reaction she was able to get from people with the slightest of touches was far more than anybody else could get no matter how good a tickler they were. People who claimed not to be ticklish dissolved in seconds under her fingers.
"Wait...I’ve been tickling people all my life...why now?" She asked trying to make the final pieces fit.
"I believe somebody had a birthday last month no?" Asked Miss Stiles with a hint of a grin. "Bon anniversary by the way."
"My eighteenth...that was the first time I had tickled anyone since...but how did you know? How did you find me?
"It’s quite simple," replied Miss Stiles. "As I mentioned we were founded by an independent group of scientists. We are neither government nor corporate funded. We don’t have to be. What the founding sisters discovered brought them so much wealth and power that we are bigger than that. We stay behind the scenes because if this power were to become common knowledge, it could quite easily fall into the wrong hands. But we have a say on the important issues of the world. And we set some rules of our own. One such rule is the no chipping of infants." Said Miss Stiles.
"Nano...you mean you BUGGED me at birth?" Said Shorsha indignantly.
"Yes we did. It’s a tiny little thing where your skull meets your neck. It hasn’t caused you any discomfort has it?" Said Miss Stiles, unaffected by Sorsha's outrage.
"Well...no. But still."
"A necessary step I’m afraid. This nanochip activates exactly eighteen years from the date of installation (your birthday). From then on it will alert us to any detection of Teslas energy. So, if you’re a gifted lady and you tickle someone after you turn eighteen, our scouting department gets a read-out of your location and I make contact. And here I am."

Sorsha didn’t quite know what to feel. The initial anger at being chipped at birth had soon given way to intrigue and even a touch of excitement that she was part of such a select few. She found herself anxious to know what all of this meant for her future.

"So what happens now? Do I have to go with you?" She asked.
"I won’t force you to do anything. You have two weeks to decide. Know that if you come to us you will receive everything you could ever want. Money will be no object; we get paid very well for what we produce. You will learn to develop potential that only a very few humans have. You may even find a way out of this monotonous existence. You have my email." Said Miss Stiles with a wink. "Oh and here comes Mum with the tea."

There was no way Sorsha was going to turn this opportunity down. All her life she had sought to break free of the benign. So find a different way of life from the one she had been raised in. She was a free spirit, fiercely independent and felt no trepidation about leaving her parents and friends behind to seek the life she wanted. No she had a chance. In all honesty, Sorsha loved tickling people as well. She was never going to turn this opportunity down.

So it was that Sorsha had sent Miss Stiles an email the very night after their meeting two weeks previous, accepting her placement. So it was that she stood on the platform of Euston station in London waiting for a train that would take her to a town near the south coast of England. From there she would be collected and driven to the academy grounds. She had not long said goodbye to her parents but was not surprised to find herself dry-eyed, feeling nothing but anxious excitement for the adventure ahead.

The train arrived and she boarded. She took her seat and turned on her Ipod, the moody melodies of the Smiths soon relaxing her to a point where she could get some sleep.

Nearly two hours later she stood at the entrance to a now empty station in a town she had never heard of. Her thin leather jacket over a thin cotton tee shirt offered little protection against the wind and she shivered slightly as another gust picked up her copper colored hair and sent it streaming out behind her. She stamped her feet in her black ankle boots and scrunched her toes, wishing she had worn even thicker socks. At least the tight dark blue jeans kept her legs warm enough.

Soon, the crunching of gravel alerted her to a vehicle pulling into the carpark. Sorsha was pleasantly surprised. Somewhat naively, she had imagined some kind of school crested minibus. Not the sleek silver Mercedes that came to a stop in front of her.

A girl got out. She was dressed in much the same way that Miss Stiles had been at the meeting weeks before, business like and sharp. Black trousers replaced the pencil skirt and a well-tailored thin blazer covered the white blouse, protection against the early autumn weather Sorsha presumed. The girl was fairly tall. At 5"8 not many girls rose above Sorsha but this one had an inch or two on her. They shared the same build however, slender and athletic, she moved with the grace of someone who looked after themselves. Her light brown hair was pulled into a professional bun and her eyes were covered by small, square framed glasses.

"Sorsha is it?" She asked as she approached, her accent betraying an upper class upbringing. "I’m Emily. I’m a prefect at Port Levey. It’s nice to see a new face!" She said with a smile, grasping Sorsha's hand and shaking it.

"Nice to meet you Emily." Replied Sorsha. She had initially been taken back by the girl, she had expected, again naively, to be picked up by Miss Stiles herself. She supposed that a head mistress had more important things to do and besides, now she had a chance to make a friend early on.

"Let’s get out of this cold and on our way," said Emily, taking Sorsha's bags and putting them in the boot of the car. "I’m sorry for being a tad late the traffic can get up around here when the weather turns. Anyway not to worry an hour or so and we'll be home." She said as the car pulled out of the station.

For the next half an hour Sorsha and Emily shared the awkward small talk that almost always accompanies a first meeting. Sorsha discovered that Emily was twenty-six and had been at the academy for six years. During that time she had learned and improved enough to be made prefect, reaping the financial rewards along the way. The Mercedes was her own.
"Work hard and follow the rules and you have a very privileged life ahead of you." She had told Sorsha. "The staff at Port levy know what it takes to maximize your potential and tour output. Listen to them and you'll go far."

When Sorsha had questioned Emily on what she meant by output the older girl became evasive, telling her somethings were better explained by Miss Stiles.

The girls lapsed into a semi comfortable silence for the remainder of the journey. Sorsha gazed out the passenger window watching the English country side sail by. They were a long way from any settlement by now.

Sorsha was beginning to think about asking how much further they had to go, it had been a long trip, when the car rounded a bend and out of nowhere, there it was.

Port levy academy spread out in a valley front of them. A sprawling country estate complete with it own extensive grounds, walled perimeter and what appeared to be a boat dock to the rear of the building which overlooked the sea.

The car descended into the valley and stopped in front of a huge wrought iron gate. Indeed, the perimeter walls themselves were much larger than Sorsha initially thought from the top of the rise, easily twelve foot and solid looking. These walls were built for purpose and built to last.

Emily pressed the button to wind down her window and a small metal device extended from a mount towards the car.
"Prefect Emily Jones." She said clearly and a small ray of light scanned her right eye. A sharp metallic buzz sounded and the gate began to slid to the left.
"Port levy takes the security of its students very seriously." Said Emily by way of an answer to Sorsha's questioning glance.

The Car drove up the gravel driveway, past beautiful manicured lawns and an incredible array of exotic flowers. In front of the main entrance stood a huge water fountain, shaped like a curled feather, in a circular pond. They rounded it and there was Miss Stiles.

She stood in the entrance, dressed as she had been before. Arms folded and a warm smile on her beautiful face.
"Sorsha!" She exclaimed and the young red head got out of the car, beckoning her closer as Emily retrieved her things.
"I’m very happy to welcome you to Port Levy." She said as she pulled Sorsha in for an unexpected hug.
"I knew you would come. Some girls are meant for greatness you can just feel it." She said as she held Sorsha at arm’s length, looking her up and down.
"Come, come. Into my office and out of the cold. Today we'll get you orientated. I’m sure you’re eager to get started." She said hurriedly and pulled an unprotestingly Sorsha through the grand entrance way and through the warmly lit open expanse of the reception hall.

Sorsha kept an eye out for other students but all the doors were solid oak without windows meaning although she heard what sounded like classes being given behind them, she saw nobody.

Eventually they reached a door with a golden plaque that read: 'Annabella Stiles - Headmistress.' Miss Stiles unlocked the door and ushered Sorsha inside. The room was magnificent. Oak bookshelves lined the walls on both sides from floor to ceiling. At the far end a crystal chandelier hung above a large desk which was covered in various filed and papers, a computer with two screens occupying the center. Behind the desk a huge single-paned window overlooked the sea.

Annabella Stiles sat behind her desk and invited Sorsha to sit.
"So. Sorsha. My newest protégé." She said sounding almost proud. "I would like to thank you for your prompt response. It shows a certain keenness. I like that." She said.
"Well it was an easy decision to make Miss Stiles." Sorsha replied.
"Not for everyone." Said Miss Stiles and leaned towards Sorsha over the desk. "Only the best." She finished with a wink.
"Now. I don’t wish to bombard you with too much information today. You’ve had a long journey and I’m sure you would like to rest." Said Miss Stiles. "But I would like to outline the general career path that our girls follow here. You are naturally gifted in the fine art of tickling. But all the girls here are. You will learn there are varying degrees of being a good tickler. If you apply yourself, if you follow instruction and work hard you will rise fast." She said as the door clicked behind Sorsha. She turned and saw Emily had entered the room.
"Apologies Miss. I just wanted to inform you that I've taken Sorsha’s things to her dorm." Said the prefect.
"Thank you Emily that will be all for now." Emily left the room, the door clicking shut behind her.
"When Emily arrived she was a terrible tickler." Said Miss Stiles. "I mean she has the gift so she could automatically get anybody howling with laughter with the merest touch but compared to our other girls...compared to what she can do now...well her output speaks for itself. Mercs don’t come cheap after all." She said.
"Miss Stiles..." started Sorsha. "When you say output...what does that mean?" She asked.
"Well sweetheart," said Miss Stiles, "output is essentially why you are here. Why we are all here. Tesla's energy that I told you about? We generate it here by tickling people. We harvest it and store it. And we sell it. To countries. We get paid a lot for it and our girls get paid according to how much they generate." Miss stiles sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. "In short the better at tickling you become, the richer you will be." She finished.

Sorsha couldn't believe her ears. If someone were to outline her perfect job this would not be far from it. To get to do what she loved - namely tickling people - and to become rich by doing it was a dream come true. She could not wait to get started. She had one question however.

"So...who do we tickle?" She asked, near breathless with excitement.
"I’m glad you asked." Said Miss Stiles. "We recruit two types of girls here. There’s lers like you and Emily. And then there’s lees. While you were recruited for your gift when it comes to tickling, lees are recruited for their incredible sensitivity. The same thing happens with the nanochip only we get a different type of readout when they get tickled. Then we find them and bring them here. They’re all young girls again, for some reason the energy can only be accessed in females, were still trying to find out why." The headmistress explained.
"That seems...cruel." Said Sorsha. "Why would they agree to that?"
"They get paid the same as the lers." Replied Miss Stiles.
"Some of them even like it! Some not so much...still there are worse ways to get rich right?" She said.
"I guess." Said Sorsha thoughtfully.

The headmistress picked up a file and rounded the desk, she leaned back against it in front of Sorsha and handed the file to her.
"This is your welcome pack." She said. "In there you will find a copy of your timetable, a map of the academy grounds and other relevant info to help you settle in. I’ll let you go and unpack and I look forward to seeing you at dinner."

Sorsha followed the map to dorm room 4, the room to which she had been assigned according to the welcome pack. The room was somewhat modest compared to Miss Stiles' office, yet it was certainly not without a charm of its own. Four large four-poster beds were arranged in a semi-circle against a rounded wall directly opposite the door. On either side was a door to an adjoining room, one lead to an on-suite bathroom complete with a huge bath tub and the other to a walk in closet and storage area.

From the looks of things Sorsha could tell at least two of the other beds were taken. One certainly was. On the far right hand side, closest to the bathroom a bomb had hit. Various articles of clothing were scattered over the unmade bed and covered the floor space around it. A hair dryer, straighteners and a laptop were all plugged into a bank of sockets located between that and the next bed.

On the opposite side a book on the bedside table and a neatly folded set of pj's were the only hints of a second occupant.
Resisting the urge to snoop around the belongings, Sorsha selected the bed closer to the left and began unpacking.

When she was done she kicked off her boots and flopped down on the bed, pulling out her timetable to see what the next day would hold for her. She couldn’t help but giggle at the names of the classes. There was an attached sheet detailing each class and what she would learn, as well as some notes about the teacher for each class. Sorsha read through them.

*Anatomy of the foot and foot tickling theory.

Overview-
Here you will learn the basic makeup of the human foot and how to spot sweet spots. You will learn how to care for the feet and how to increase sensitivity. You will also be shown various techniques to maximize your efficiency as a foot tickler.

Teacher-
Miss Ruby Milton.
Miss Milton joined the academy in 08 and quickly established herself as one of the most skilled foot ticklers the academy has ever seen, scoring 92/100 during on session in the testing room. She went on to study advanced foot tickling and advanced tickling, making the latter a particular specialty. Miss Milton assumed her role in 2013 and has proved an exceptional teacher in the years since.

*anatomy of the upper body and upper body tickling theory.

Overview-
Here you will learn the same things as in foot anatomy a tickling theory, only applied to everywhere between the waist and neck.

Teacher-
Miss Jennifer Lowrey.
Jennifer joined the academy in '05 as a fleshed faced eighteen year old. Her passion and considerable talent lay in upper body tickling. After serving as a prefect for two years in 07/08 she went on to serve under the previous upper body teacher as an assistant. It was during this spell that Jennifer perfected her technique and blossomed into the tickler she is today. In 2011 it became clear that the student had surpassed the master and Miss Lowrey assumed the role of upper body teacher. Highly skilled in all things upper body, Miss lowrey is also a master of psychological teasing. A deadly weapon when perfected.

*Endurance training.

Overview-
Endurance training is arguably the most essential of all your classes. Here you will learn two key disciplines. First, you will learn to tickle a lee to their limits while not pushing them to the point of unconsciousness. This is vital to maximizing output. Secondly, you will learn, by way of being tickled by fellow students, the tricks that lees may use to lessen sensation - and how to circumnavigate them.

Teacher-
Miss Melissa Cork.
Miss Cork is the only member of staff to have joined the academy as a lee. She showed exceptional stamina, remaining unbroken for the entire length of her four year service. Her ability to communicate coherently - even while being tickled by one with the gift - inspired the current headmistress to create the subject of endurance training and Mel has held the position for the five years since.

*Tool technique and fingernail maintenance.

Overview-
In this class you will learn the uses of different tickle tools and when and where they are best deployed. You will also learn how to care for and shape your fingernails. After all, in one truly skilled in their use, there can be no better instrument!

Teacher-
Lucy green.
Lucy green is the only member of the faculty without the gift. A skilled tickler none the less, her talents for tickling using tools and particularly in shaping fingernails for maximum effect lead her good friend Miss Milton to recommend her for the post. After an interview with Miss Stiles where she demonstrated the effectiveness of her nails, she was given the job and has held it for three years to date.

Sorsha must have read through the list five times. She tried to picture what each of the teachers would look like and got a thrill of excitement when she imagined the things she would learn in each class. One subject stood out to her. Endurance training. She had always been purely a giver when it came to tickling. Sorsha was incredibly ticklish and had avoided being on the receiving end as much as she could. It had come as quite a shock to read she would be tickled. She tried to picture what being tickled by someone with the gift would feel like and tucked her feet under her, a shudder creeping up her spine.

The door handle turned, snapping Sorsha out of her day dream and suddenly, there were two more girls in the room.
The first entered on silent, shuffling steps, barely acknowledging Sorsha as she hurried to her bed and dropped down onto it, quickly grabbing the book from the table and burying her face in it.

Sorsha looked at her trying to formulate a sentence to break the silence. The girl was small - maybe 5'3 barefoot and skinny. She had skin nearly as pale as Sorsha's own and long dark brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders in messy waves. She was undeniably very pretty, decided Sorsha, but appeared to be afflicted with a sever timidity.

"Well that’s nice Sarah!" Came a voice from the door and Sorsha looked round to see her second roommate. This girl was much taller. She stood around Sorsha's height of 5"8 and stood with her hand high up on the door, holding it open and revealing her toned lower belly. Perfectly straight ash blonde hair fell past her shoulder blades and framed a frankly gorgeous face. Sorsha had not seen one bad looking girl since she had arrived but this one took first prize. While Emily the prefect had the girl next door athletic look nailed down and the first roommate had the shy bookworm thing going on, this girl had a perfect balance between model esq features and a soft girly countenance. Light blue eyes sparkled with confidence as she approached Sorsha, holding out a soft hand in greeting.

"Hey new girl! I’m Alli." She said brightly.
"Sorsha, good to meet you." Replied the red head, taking the hand.
"Excuse my shy friend here." Said Alli, indicating the other girl. "Sarah isn't much of a talker."

Alli and Sorsha fell into easy conversation as evening fell. Sorsha learned that both girls had arrived a few months ago and, for Alli's part at least, had been greatly enjoying her time there so far. Sarah said little but seemed to be friendly enough.

"It’s nice to finally have another roommate." Said Alli. "Sarah knows I love her but she never practices with me." She complained.
"I don’t see any point." Sarah said in a small, hurried voice. "I’m doing just fine and you’re better than me...besides I get enough in endurance training."
"Yes were both doing fine," said Alli in a tone that suggested this was not the first time this conversation had taken place. "But think how much better we could be if we practiced like EVERYONE else! No wonder people like Charlotte O’Conner always take advantage of you!"

Alli had apparently touched a nerve and Sarah clamed up, clearly finished with that particular conversation. After a bit of digging, Sorsha discovered Charlotte O’Conner was a bit of a bully at the academy.

"She’s brutal." Said Alli. "I used to be in endurance training class with her and Sarah. One time we got paired up together to practice a new armpit technique and she destroyed me. Anybody else takes it a bit easy on you, you know plenty of breaks and going easy on your worst spots...not her. Alli explained, subconsciously clamping her arms to her sides. "Anyway after that class I made up an excuse to get transferred. Sarah here is too afraid to make up an excuse so she’s stuck there with her as her plaything."

Sorsha looked across at Sarah who had shrunk into the corner as far as she could.
"Just trust me Sorsha," said Alli, "don’t get paired up with her for anything!"
"I’ll remember." Replied Sorsha, genuinely hoping that she would.
"So anyway...how about it?" Said Alli looking at Sorsha hopefully.
"How about what?" Asked Sorsha innocently although she suspected she knew the answer.
"Practice silly! I’d love to be your first." Alli giggled.
"I don’t know...I don’t think I’m mentally ready to be tickled." Said Sorsha suddenly very nervous.
"No problem!" Said Alli undeterred. "You can tickle me!"

Alli threw herself back onto the bed dramatically and Sorsha stood up uncertainly.
"Really?" She said. "Are you sure about this?"
"Don’t worry newbie I’m sure I can take it." Replied Alli with a wink. "There’s some ties somewhere in that pile of clothes over there."

Sorsha dug through Alli's belongings and found a few strips of soft material.
"I brought them hoping Id have a roommate who was fun enough to use them on." Explained Alli shooting Sarah a look as Sorsha set about tying her wrists and ankles to the bed posts.
When she was finished she stood back and observed her handy work. She had done well. Alli was tied spread eagle I her uniform of a white blouse and black kilt with white socks under black flats. Sorsha had made it so that the ties were tied enough to allow very little movement without being comfortable. Sorsha had noted Alli mentioning her armpits earlier and wanted to make sure she couldn’t pull her arms down at all.

Sorsha climbed on the bed and straddled Alli's hips. Looking down at the tied ash blonde beauty an overwhelming excitement shot through her. She was the most stunning looking girl she had ever seen and now she would get to tickle her. This is what dreams were made of.

"Let’s see what you’ve got newbie." Said Alli defiantly and Sorsha lifted her shirt to expose the girl's belly. She placed her finger tips on Alli's waist and slowly dragged them up to the base of her ribs.
"Heheheheeeek! I hahahahaaaate gentle tihihihickles!" Giggled Alli.
Sorsha could already see a couple of hot spots and made sure to slow down every time she passed over them. She knew that the sides were going to be much worse from the way Alli flinched every time she got near them.

Sorsha brought her hands to the center of Alli's belly and slooowly dragged her fingers outwards toward the sides. Alli noticed where she was going and her head shot off the pillow. She was laughing too hard to say much bit from the way she shook her head, Sorsha could tell she didn’t want her to go there. She brought her fingers back to the center. Allis head flopped back down and Sorsha's fingers started back out towards the sides again. Again Alli protested and again the fingers stroked back to the center of the belly. Sorsha did this four more times. The next time she started outwards she made sure to go extra slow. Alli was guffawing with laughter by now but she still tried to beg, straining her head forward and desperately trying to catch Sorsha’s eye. This time Sorsha didn't stop.

"HAHAHAHAHAAAA!NO!!!NONONOAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA !!! Screamed Alli as Sorsha's finger tips rounder the curve of her belly and spread out over her hyper sensitive sides like flowers opening in spring.

Sorsha adored the reactions she was getting. She kept her hands in place, opening and closing her fingers slowly, the tips barely grazing the soft skin and Alli thrashed as much as she was able, cackling with racking laughter and babbling nonsense, desperate for the tickling to stop. Sorsha felt at home.

"Whenever you’re ready to start for real you should try her armpits." Said Sarah suddenly. Sorsha stopped tickling, surprised to hear Sarah's voice. She had forgotten anybody else was in the room.
"They're one of her worst spots." She said and Sorsha was sure she saw a hint of a grin on her lips.
"Ohohohoh Sarahahaha..." said Alli, still laughing from the residual tickles. "I’m going to get you for that!"
"Yeah well...that’s later. This is now." Said Sarah and went back to her book.

Alli looked like she was about to say something else but was cut off by Sorsha lifting her shirt up to her breasts. She kept them covered but a hint of deep purple showed from beneath her blouse.

"Wait...Sorsha...don’t..." she said as Sorsha lowered herself so that she could slide her hands up under Alli's blouse.
"Don’t what?" She asked innocently.
"Just...don’t..."
"I don’t know what you mean!" Replied the red head, gazing down at Alli with her piecing green eyes, a frown of mock confusion on her face. "Hey Alli. Can you guess where my hands are?"
Alli looked from side to side, trying to see Sorsha's hands that were buried under her shirt.
"I know where they are take them out!" She said not daring to move.
"Tell me," said Sorsha. "Tell me where they are and I'll move them."
"They’re just above my armpits!!" Alli spluttered. "I can feel they're warmth please take them out! Please!"
"That’s right Alli." Said Sorsha looking Alli directly in the eye. "You're armpits are all stretched out and vulnerable, totally unable to get away and my fingers are juuuust above them."
Sorsha let that hang in the air as Alli clamped her eyes shut and held her breathe.
"You were correct and a promise is a promise." Said Sorsha. "I’ll move them."
Alli let her breathe out in a sigh that hitched in her throat and turned into a loud yelp when she felt a soft fingertip stroke her left armpit. Alli realized her mistake too late. The hands were moving.

Sorsha rested her head on Alli's chest. Alli was laughing too hard to struggle so Sorsha just lay there, drinking in the laughter. Her fingers gently spidered the taught smooth hollows. They were so soft. Completely hairless and slightly damp with perspiration. Sorsha didn’t mind. It proved she was doing a good job.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NOOOOAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! SAAARAHAHAHAHAHA! HELP MEHEHEHEHEEEEAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!." begged Alli. Sarah didn’t even look up from her book.

Sorsha kept it up, never feeling an ounce of pity or mercy. Alli had asked for this after all and besides, she was having too much fun! She would drift one hand up to the very bottom of one bicep where it met the armpit while the other explored as far down as the side of the breasts. The hands would travel in opposite directions, both passing over and lingering in the deep centers at the same time before continuing their journey up and down.

Alli laughed and laughed. There was no let up. Not decrease in sensitivity. She was well and truly stuck for as long as Sorsha saw fit.

A bell sounded in the hallway and Sarah appeared at the side of the bed.
"That’s dinner time." She said. "Come on I'll help you untie her."
The girls undid the ties and Alli lay gasping for breath, still giggling.
"That’s what you get for underestimating a new girl." Said Sorsha, feeling very satisfied with herself.
"Was that it?" Said Alli, sitting up. "You didn’t even make me go into silent laughter!" She said as she wiped a tear from her eye.
"But...you were in bits!" Said Sorsha, shocked at how well Alli had recovered. "I totally had you!"
"Please..." said Alli, reapplying her make up in a mirror. " That’s one of the weakest tickles I’ve had since I got here...even Sarah's better than that."
Sarah gave her the finger and walked out into the hallway.
"You’ve got a lot to learn Sorsha." Said Alli as she stood and headed for the door. "Luckily you in the right place. Come on I’m starving."

Sunlight streamed through the window above Sorsha's bed, rousing the girl from her light slumber. In truth Sorsha hadn't got much sleep. She had lay awake for half the night going over the events of her first day at Port levy academy.

She had left her home and travelled south where she had met with Emily, a prefect at the school, been reunited with Miss Stiles -the academies beautiful blonde headmistress- and had made two new friends in her roommates. One of which she had already gotten to tickle.

The day had ended with the girls heading down to the cafeteria for dinner. This had been Sorsha's first chance to see the rest of the students. There were perhaps 60 altogether. All young ladies ranging from eighteen up to thirty-two. Alli had pointed out the oldest girl to her. For the most part the other students had been very welcoming. Some came and introduced themselves while others smiled and nodded as she passed. There was definitely a mean girl clique however. At the far end of the hall a group of younger girls sat around a circular table, whispering and pointing at Sorsha before giggling in hushed tones. Sorsha carefully avoided them, deciding that ignoring them would be the best policy.

The biggest shock had arrived when Sorsha had enquired about a group of ladies on one table that she had taken to be prefects maybe. Alli had snorted with laughter and informed her that those were the teachers.

"But they look younger than some of the students!" Sorsha had exclaimed.
"A couple are,' replied Alli "you get a job here through hard work and natural talent rather than age and experience. The teachers are basically just the most gifted students. They get replaced when someone better comes along. All you need to do is better their output and score better in your chosen field in the practice room."
"What is this practice room?" Sorsha asked. "I’ve heard it mentioned...how does it work? Do we practice on each other?" Sorsha was hopeful and fearful. On the one hand the idea of tickling the various beautiful girls around the room excited her. On the other hand, that would mean being on the receiving end too.
"Not quite..." said Alli. "I think its best you see for yourself."
"O...k..." said Sorsha, unsure as to why Alli was being so obscure. "Hey...where are the lees?" She asked suddenly, looking around and wondering who was a lee and who was a ler.

"They stay in the other wing of the building." Replied Alli. "Were kept separate because some of us can’t be trusted to leave them alone." She said with a meaningful look towards the mean girls in the corner. "You'll only see them at the weekly harvest." She noted the confused look on Sorsha's face. "You didn't read much of your welcome pack did you?" She sighed. "The harvest happens every Saturday afternoon. The lees are taken to the facility in the basement and strapped down, then we go in and do our thing until we drain them. During the week they recharge their batteries and we perfect our technique. You follow?"
Sorsha liked what she was hearing even if it didn’t all make sense.

"What do you mean drained?" She asked. "Like...the run out of the energy?"
"Kinda..." replied Alli thinking out loud. "It’s more like a natural barrier comes up to protect them. It kinda numbs them and desensitizes them. You don’t get any energy out of them after that. A clumsy tickler will get shut out after ten minutes or so. Expect that to be you. Me? I can keep them going for about half an hour now. That comes with practice and study. That’s how you improve your output see?"

Sorsha sat up in bed. She glanced at Alli and Sarah. Both of whom were still fast asleep. Sorsha took the opportunity to grab the first shower and dressed in her uniform which had been supplied in the walk in closet. A white blouse such as she had seen the other students wearing, black kilt and white, knee high socks. They had even provided shoes for her, simple black slip on flats in a uk size six. A perfect fit.

When she reentered the room the other girls were awake.
"Someone’s keen for their first day of classes." Said Alli with a yawn.
"Couldn’t sleep." Shrugged Sorsha. "Thought I'd make a break for the bathroom before you trash it." She said and winked at Sarah who stifled a giggle.
"So..." said Sarah, "what’s on the timetable today?"
Sorsha glanced at the paper on her bed side table.
"Foot tickle technique first period, then break. Then a practice session before tools and nails after lunch." Alli had informed her at dinner that each class lasted two hours, broken up with free periods and practice room sessions in between. The students were split into four groups of roughly fifteen each for each class, meaning they wouldn’t have the same classmates for each subject.

"Nice!" Exclaimed Alli happily! "That’s my day exactly! We'll be together in both classes."

When the bell rang to signal the start of first period, Sorsha and Alli entered the classroom with the rest of the girls in their group. The room was not like classrooms that Sorsha was used to. It was a big room, much larger than Sorsha had expected. There were no desks, save for the teacher at the head of the class and the only seats were benches set around the perimeter wall. The floor itself appeared to be made from the kind of mats used in gymnastics. Sorsha noticed two rows of ten rectangular slots in the floor, spaced about three feet across from each other. One near the front of the room and the other around ten feet behind.

The girls dropped their belongings by the door, kicked of their shoes and peeled off their socks. They arranged themselves around the room.
"Welcome everybody!" called a voice from the front of the room.
Sorsha looked up and saw one of the women from the teachers table at dinner the night before.
"And a big welcome to our new student, Sorsha." She said giving Sorsha a warm smile.
"It’s good to have you in my class Sorsha. I am Miss Milton and I am here to make you the very best foot tickler that you can be."

Ruby Milton was a tiny lady. She stood at around 5'4 but was very slight in build. She stood at the head of the class wearing a navy strappy top with a blue skirt and navy knee high socks, giving the impression of a ballet dancer. Her hair was a chocolaty brown color and fell in well-kept waves to her shoulders. Deep brown eyes looked out of a heart shaped face that looked as young as a lot of the girls in the class. Sorsha couldn’t help but think a girl of Miss Miltons stature would find it hard to win respect at a normal school.

"Now, being as it’s your first class, when we pair off for practice in the second half of the session, I'll join you and your partner for a run down off the basics." Miss Milton said. "First though, we will begin how we always to with some foot care. Lisa if you could hand out the lotion please."

A tiny, pixie-ish girl with a blonde bob cut a couple of places across from Sorsha stood and retrieved a basket containing pots of lotion and began passing them around the room. Sorsha watched each girl take one and liberally apply it to their feet.

Sorsha couldn’t help but stare. There were around fifteen pairs of bare feet all around her and they were all exquisite. This routine of caring for their feet obviously paid off for the girls. There wasn’t a callous or single centimeter of dry skin to be seen. Sorsha marveled at the variation in the feet on display. There was a black haired girl against the far wall with ivory pale skin whose soles were flushed a bright pink that contrasted beautifully with the black nail polish she wore. Sorsha watched her smother her heels with the cream and work it into the creases at the top of the heel where the arch began.

There was a giggle from the back and Sorcha turned to see a petite Asian girl with long silky black hair. She was biting her bottom lip as she forced her tiny fingers through the gaps between her toes, too ticklish even though she was doing it herself. Her soles were tiny and absolutely covered in tiny wrinkles, reminding Sorsha of crumpled tissue paper.

"Thanks Lisa." Said Alli and Sorsha saw that the blonde pixie had reached them. She accepted her pot and opened the lid, a strong wiff of spearmint greeting her as she dipped two fingers into the thick, viscous cream. Sorsha scooped a big dollop on to her left sole and slowly began working it in. She was distracted by Alli doing the same next to her. Alli's feet were as beautiful as the rest of her. They were slender, graduating inwards from the widest part at her small perfectly pedicured toes to her supple, narrow heels. Her soles were very pale with pink flushes in the centers of the heels and on the balls just below the big toe. Her feet screamed elegance.

Sorsha watched her massage the lotion into her foot, the sole of which was pointed straight at her. She was mesmerized and she watched Alli's fingertips firmly pressing into the silky flesh; leaving slight pink trails behind. Sorsha imagined how it would feel to replace Alli's fingers with her own. To feel that soft skin sliding under her fingertips. She silently cursed herself for not getting to Alli's feet the night before and went back to work on her own feet.

Sorsha took time to congratulate herself on her own pretty extremities. She was never one for pedicures and that being for two reasons. The first, was that she never needed to. Sorsha was one of those girls who was blessed with naturally perfect skin and this extended to the soles of her feet. They were velvety soft and always had been. She used to joke with her friends that she couldn’t get a callous if she tried. The second reason was Sorsha’s feet were insanely ticklish. Sorsha was crazy ticklish all over but there was no question as to her worst spot. Thankfully she had avoided being tickled there for much of her life. She dreaded the knowledge that at some stage, her feet would inevitability be tickled at the Academy, but was reassured by Alli's insistence that fellow students went easy on their own.

"Ok girls," called Miss Milton over the few giggles that were ringing around the room. Sorsha noticed the teacher had removed her own socks and sat cross-legged on the edge of her desk facing the class, her tiny right foot twirling in the air. "Today we are going to explore this often overlooked gold mine righhht here." She said as she brought her foot up to her lap and pointed at the point where the heel meets the arch up on the inside of the foot. "A lot of lers will overlook this while exploring a pair of feet, raking up and down the soles looking for hotspots." She stood as she continued to address the class. "If you want to up your foot game you need to know all the other places that can prove to be a lees downfall and trust me I’ve worked on a lot of lees who just could not handle some light scratching there." She said with an evil grin and made a scratching motion in the air. "So. Pair off and practice zeroing in on that spot. Lisa, seeing as your my little helper today could you raise the stocks and join me and Sorsha please?"

The blonde pixie agreed and walked to the back of the room where she flicked a switch. Instantly, sets of padded stocks rose from the rectangular slots Sorsha had noticed when she entered the room.

"Cool right?" Said Miss Milton as she flopped down next to Sorsha.
"Oh yeah..." agreed Sorsha as Lisa joined them. "I have GOT to get me some of those." She laughed.

Sorsha and Lisa made their introductions as Miss Milton locked Lisa's feet into a set of stocks.
"Now then Sorsha." Began Miss Milton. "Sit next to me here. You take the left foot and I'll take the right. I’m just going to show you some basic techniques and you can repeat after me. That way I can gauge where you’re at." The little brunette teacher finished and placed her hands on the top of the stocks. "Before we get started can you tell me what we look for when confronted with a new pair of feet?
"That’s easy!" Said Sorsha confidently, "you need to find the hotspots right?"
"If I had a pound for every girl who answered like that..." replied Miss Milton with a shake of her head. "You’re not wrong Sorsha but there’s so much more to it than that. Remember, were professionals here. You need to find out how ticklish your lee is on every part of the foot. You need to rank them from least to most sensitive in your mind and remember them. If you go straight for the worst spot she'll shut you out in no time at all."

Sorsha had never thought of it like that and was beginning to realize how much of an art form this was.
"So you build up from least ticklish to most. You also need to work out if your lee is more sensitive to light stroking or heavy scratching or even a personal favorite of mine, licking."

"Licking?" Asked Sorsha.
"Tickling with your mouth darling." Answered Miss Milton. "It takes skill to pull off but if you find a lee that responsive to it...fireworks!" She said with a grin. "As this is your first time I’ll give you a head start. I know by now exactly how to tickle poor Lisa here don’t I darling?" She said to the blond who was laying back on her elbows watching the scene. She nodded with a slight shiver.
"For example, I know that she is particularly sensitive to being tickled with fingernails...aren't you Lisa?" Miss Milton's hands were still resting on the top of the stocks and at the end of the last sentence she began drumming her fingers on the top. The clicking noise drew Sorsha’s attention and she noticed for the first time the teachers nails. They weren't particularly long but they extended plenty far enough from the tips of the fingers to be prominent. The main body of the nail had been glossed and was a natural pink while the sharp, pointed tips were white giving the look of the most evil french manicure Sorsha had ever seen. Sorsha grinned and looked back at Lisa who couldn’t even answer. Her eyes were locked on the nails.

"You see Sorsha, the torture has already begun." The wicked teacher said quietly, still tapping her nails on the top of the stocks. "Right now all poor Lisa here can think about is how these little pointed claws will feel being dragged down her soft soles." As she spoke, Miss Milton changed from the tapping motion and started scratching at the leather on top of the stocks creating a loud scratching sound. Lisa's feet gave an involuntary jerk and Sorsha couldn’t help but laugh.

By now, intense laughter was ringing around the room as the paired off girls went to work on each other. Alli was giving a tall brunette a particularly good going over, spidering her fingers on the spots Miss Milton had showed them on both feet.

"Right...down to business then." Said the teacher, regaining Sorsha's attention. "I want you to find the hotspot yourself but to get you started, her heels are the least sensitive part so start off with some light scratching there." Miss Milton demonstrated by scratching at the heel of the foot in front of her using two fingernails in a walking motion. Lisa exploded in laughter, falling back onto the matted floor.

"Wow...and that’s the least ticklish part?" Asked Sorsha, impressed.
"Yeah but the battle was won as soon as she saw my nails to be honest." Replied the teacher with a wink. "Ok you try."
Sorsha copied the teachers technique and thought she had performed and acceptable imitation. The laughter continued but it was clear that it had dropped an octave.

"When you’re ready to step it up, bring the rest of your fingers into play and do this." Miss Milton said, placing the points of all five nails in the center of the heel and beginning to slowly open and close her hand. Lisa screamed and spasmed every time.
"At this time introducing your second hand in another less sensitive place is also a good idea, like this." Now she started stroking the top of the foot with her other hand and the shrieks and spasms were joined by some writhing and cackling.

Sorsha was copying every move diligently, a look of concentration on her pretty features. Miss Milton pulled her hands away and said, "ok Sorsha I think she’s nice and warmed up, try and find her hot spots before she shuts you out."

Sorsha nodded, surprised at the pressure to perform she felt under the tiny brunette's tutelage. She extended the strokes of her opening and closing fingers, exploring further and further up the arch while the other hand started to tentatively explore the toes. The laughter had increased to be sure but Sorsha knew she hadn’t hit the spot yet.

Sorsha stepped it up. The fingers at the toes threaded themselves in between each digit - Sorsha had taken inspiration from the Asian girl earlier. The other hand meanwhile, was now raking up and down the entire length of the slightly wide sole. The laughter was the loudest it had been but it still wasn’t enough. Sorsha began to panic. She didn’t want to let the teacher down in her first class. In desperation the hand on the soles sped up and started shooting all over the foot. From the heel to the balls to the outside and back to the arch. Where was that spot?

"Just slooow it down." Came Miss Miltons soothing voice. "Remember your exploring. Don’t cloud your judgement by doing too many things at once."
Sorsha removed her fingers from between the toes and used both hands to spider tickle the soles. There! There was definitely a sharp increase in pitch when she hit the soft skin on the balls of the feet bit surly that’s not it? Surly there would be more of a reaction.

"Remember the back to the start..." said Miss Milton. "Use the lees individual weaknesses...."

Suddenly it clicked. Sorsha had never had long fingernails. She had never spend money on manicures or pedicures and she had always found long nails got in the way of everyday life. There was enough of a nail there if she altered her technique though...

Sorsha bent her fingers more so that the very tips of them were pressing into the blondes feet, just above the heels. The girl gasped and Sorsha knew she had struck gold.
"Gotcha." She said and raked her short but sharp nails up the soles. When they reached the balls of the feet the little pixie exploded. She screamed and screamed, desperate laughter bursting from her in wave after wave. She banged at the floor and tossed her head trying to find some relief.

Sorsha arranged her four fingers in a straight line and scrubbed them rapidly from side to side across the hyper ticklish balls of the blonde's feet. The girl let out one more shriek and lapsed into silent laughter.

Miss Milton grabbed Sorsha's wrists to stop the onslaught.
"Very nice indeed Sorsha!" She congratulated. "You’re the first student I’ve had in my class who’s achieved silent laughter on the first try! It’s a bit of an unwritten rule that we stop at that point though." She said, leaning in and nudging Sorsha playfully. "With a lee go for it, once you hit silent laughter your making money hand over fist but we are all peers after all and manners are manners."

There was a smattering of applause from around the room and Sorsha looked up. To her great surprise the rest of the class were watching her. She hadn’t even noticed.

Alli caught up with Sorsha in the hallway after class.
"Well look at you go!" She yelled as she jumped on her, flinging an arm around her shoulder. "I’ll admit I’m impressed! You’re not quite at my level but I think we may have a grade A foot tickler on our hands here. I knew we were kindred spirits!"

Sorsha couldn't pretend to not enjoy the praise. The relief that she would be a valuable part of the academy was too strong to ignore.

"Come on lets go get a drink." Said Alli taking Sorsha by the hand and leading her down the hall. "I can’t wait to see what you score in the practice room." Alli's voice echoed as the girls rounded a corner and disappeared.

Sorsha's first full day at the Port Levy academy had turned out sunny. As a result, morning break found the grounds in front of the stately building bustling with students taking time out from their studies.

Sorsha and Alli wandered past pairs and small groups of girls lounging on the grass, catching snippets of conversation about the mornings activities so far. They found an unoccupied patch of grass and settled down, basking in the autumn sun.
Before long they were joined by a distressed looking Sarah.

"Hey dork!" quipped Alli before she noticed the look on her friend's face. "Everything alright hun?"
Sarah sat crossed-legged next to her roommates and let out a sigh.
"Not really no." She answered in a depressed voice.
"Charlotte O’Conner again?" Alli guessed.
"Yeah...I’ve just spent two hours two hours in tools and nails working across from her and that other mean bitch Jessica Porter." Said Sarah. "It was a two hour lesson on the use of feathers on the upper body."

The was a pregnant pause before Alli said "Ah..."
"Did I miss something?" Asked Sorsha. "That sounds like a fun lesson to me!"
"You remember I mentioned Charlotte yesterday?" Alli reminded her. "The girl who's been picking on Sarah?"
"Oh right..." replied Sorsha catching up. "So did they tickle you again?" She asked.
"No but it was just as bad." Complained the shy brunette.
"See Sarah here has a maaaajor weakness on her upper body." Said Alli and Sarah started to protest. "Relax Sarah she's a friend." Sarah quieted down and Alli continued; "Her armpits are real bad but her belly button is mental."
"And I just had to watch those two practice on each other while taunting me!" Sarah cried. "Saying things like; 'oh feathers in the armpits are teeerrible' and 'I can’t wait to practice this on someone who’s reaaally ticklish there.' She said in a high pitched imitation of the bullies. "The way they kept looking at me as they tickled each other...the next time they get me I’m finished! If they find out about my belly button I’m finished."
"Well won’t the teachers help?" Asked Sorsha, trying to calm the petite girl down.
"Ha! Hardly..." Alli laughed bitterly. "If they get her in endurance Miss Cork just brushes it off. Says it’s what the class is all about - character building."
"And upper body is even worse!" Said Sarah. "Miss Lowry is a pure sadist...she enjoys seeing girls tortured beyond their limits, even encourages it!
"Yeah and now she’s decided Charlotte is like her protégé since she said she wants to study advanced upper body next year." Alli said.

Just then a bell sounded from the school building and the students started streaming back inside.
"Hey keep your chin up dork." Said Alli as the girls stood and hugged goodbye. "It’s not forever ok?"
"I’m sure it will be ok." Said Sorsha and patted Sarah's shoulder reassuringly.
"Yeah..." Sarah said, trying to put on a brave face as her friends turned and headed for the main entrance.
"Yeah..."

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Sorsha and Alli walked through the busy hallways in silence. The conversation with Sarah had soured their moods and both girls were happy to share a quiet moment as they made their way to the practice room.

Soon, they reached a long staircase and followed it down, heading into the bowels of the building. Alli had mentioned a facility under the school where the harvesting of the energy from the lees took place. Evidently this was where the practice room was to be found as well.

At the bottom of the staircase Sorsha noted that the decor had drastically changed from upstairs. Where the upper levels were impressively styled with grandeur, with much of the buildings original Victorian fixtures intact, the underground facility was Stark and oppressive. The walls had changed from comforting wooden panels to soundproofed metal. The floor was un-carpeted, the polished concrete left bare.

The girls arrived at a door marked 'practice room one.' Next to the door, Emily, the prefect who had picked Sorsha up from the train station the day before, sat at a desk filling out some paperwork. She looked up as they approached and greeted the girls, making a note of their names.

"As it's your first session I'll come in with you to give you a run down." Emily said to Sorsha, pushing the door open and holding it for the girls before following them in.

The sight that greeted Sorsha was astounding. They had entered a vast, circular room with a high domed ceiling. From the center of the dome, a large black box that seemed to be some sort of computer processor hung and thick black cables sprouted from the bottom, leading down to twenty coffin shaped boxes that were arranged around the center of the room. The coffins were spaced a few feet apart and separated from each other with smoked have glass screens. Each one had a control panel and a monitor sticking out from the side as well as a stool in front.

There were a few girls around the back of the circle of coffins who were already hard at work. The coffins they stood in front of had been manipulated into different positions. One was stood upright and the girl in front reached up with her hands. Another was laid on its back, suspended at chest height by hydrologic arms. The girl in front of that one was facing the end of the box, lost in concentration. Sorsha tried to see what they were doing but the room was designed for privacy, the dividing screens and the curve on the circle of coffins steep enough to ensure the girls could not even see what the person next to them was doing.

Emily led the girls to two free compartments.
"Ok Alli you know what you’re doing, you take this one a get going. Remember to make a note of your score on the way out."
"Cool...see you in a bit Sorsha!" She said happily as Sorsha was taken off to the next booth.
"First things first." Said Emily when the stood in front of Sorsha's coffin. "You need to know how to work this." She said and tapped at the control panel. The monitor flickered to life and displayed a list of options.
"All you do is select what body part you want to work on." explained Emily. "What’s it going to be?"

Sorsha was like a kid in a sweet shop. Her mind raced trying to decide what she wanted to tickle. For a moment she was tempted to opt for armpits but decided the foot tickling earlier that morning had been way too fun.
"Hmmm...Let’s go for feet." She said to Emily and the prefect touched the control panel again. With a whirring sound the coffin in front of them suddenly dropped backwards until it was horizontal and was slowly raised up to just above the seat of the stool.

A second list had appeared on screen and Sorsha got a thrill of excitement as she read through it.
"Any specializations?" Asked Emily.
Sorsha’s eyes drifted over options such as 'baby oil' and 'dirty feet' before landing on something down the bottom. Sorsha grinned evilly.
"Toe-ties." She said.
"Good choice! I just need to make a note of your session." Emily said approvingly and pressed the button.
"The last choice is for any tools you might want or things like nylons." Emily told Sorsha. "Usually you would just tell me what you want and I'd grab it for you but first timers don’t get that option I’m afraid. Now here’s how this room works." She said and pressed another button on the control panel. The base of the coffin folded back on itself to reveal a pair of bare feet. They poked through two holes in a dividing board that separated the rest of the padded inside of the coffin from the exposed end. They wriggled and flexed silently in the air as Emily stepped forward and began tying each toe back to the board with hoops of black elastic that hung from it. When she was done she stood back and spoke to Sorsha again.

"These here are the feet of one of our lees." She said. "You’re going to tickle them as long as and as hard as you can before she shuts you out. Herse the thing, see that black box up there?"
Sorsha looked up and nodded.
"That computer feeds electrical impulses through that cable and down into electrodes that are attached to the lees temples when they are put in the box. Don’t worry it’s a completely painless process they just peel right off." Emily added, seeing the concerned look on Sorsha's face.

"The electrical impulses scramble the nerve signals and alter the lee's ticklish spots. Your job is to find her worst spot and use it to produce the most intense sensations you can. By scrambling her ticklish spots we ensure that you never have the same experience even if you get the same pair of feet." Emily pointed at the monitor which now showed a flat line, similar to a heart monitor.

"Keep an eye on your monitor, it will tell you how well you’re doing. Observe." She said and quickly zipped a forefinger up the length of one of the soles. A little ball in the middle of the lime on the monitor leaped to nearly half way up the graph.
"Cooool..." breathed Sorsha.

"The session will end after one hour or until she blocks you, whichever comes first." Emily explained. "At the end of the session you'll get a read out of your performance stats on the screen. Make a note of your score and tell me how you did on the way out so I can make a record of your session."
"Got it!" Said Sorsha who was feeling eager to get started.

"Ok have fun then." Emily said and left Sorsha alone with the pair of feet.

Sorsha looked at the soles in front of her. They were the biggest pair she had seen since she had arrived at the academy. The heels were plump and round, flushed a deep pink that faded out to a pale white that covered the expanse of the long high arch. The ball of the foot a deeper pink again and was criss crossed with faint wrinkles giving Sorsha a strong impression of being incredibly soft. For their larger size, Sorsha thought there was a certain elegance to these feet, an opinion that was enhanced by the long slender toes that extruded from the tops of them. Each was more perfect that the last, pale white stems and bright pink pads held perfectly straight by the toe ties. The nails were freshly pedicured and Sorsha smirked, taking this as confirmation if any was needed that these soles would be completely blemish free.

Sorsha tried to picture who these feet belonged to. She imagined a prissy lady of leisure. Someone who, completely unbridled of the need to study or work a day due to Mom and Dad's unconditionally loving trust funds. The kind that looked down their noses at her because she couldn't afford to wear what they wore or drink where they drank. The kind of woman who used to have power over her. But not now. Not here.

Sorsha leaned in close and trailed her eyes up and down the soles, savoring the moment. They drifted up to the balls, memorizing every wrinkle, plotting a course she would be sure to follow with her index fingers. They traveled up and down each perfect toe and softly blew on them, an exciting thrill of fear and excitement making her belly lurch as she imagined herself in that predicament.

Then they traveled back down the creases in the centers of the soles, coming to rest on the plump heels. The stood out almost proudly from the rest of the tied back feet. She pictured the lee. Arms folded in the coffin in defiance that was mirrored in those heels. Sorsha knew she had to start there. She could already feel the soft flesh giving way under her short, scraping nails. Her hands seemed to move by themselves, floating up to hover just in front of the heels.

Emily sat down at her station and booted up the laptop on her desk. Selection of thumbnails appeared on the screen. She clicked on the third from left and a live feed from a cctv camera appeared in the middle of the screen. The image was crystal clear but nobody would have needed HD to recognize Sorsha’s flaming red hair.
"Always fun to check out a newbies skills." Said Emily, and watched closely as Sorsha’s raised her hands to the feet in front of her. The camera was positioned over her left shoulder providing a perfect close up of Sorsha's fingertips as they began to swirl in slow slow circles all over the heels.

"I wonder how Gina is getting on with this." Said Emily with a smirk. Gina was the name of the unlucky lee who had been assigned to Sorsha for todays practice and from past experience Emily knew the coffin would be filled with loud hearty laughter. Emily had always loved tickling Gina.
Emily's fingernails clacked on the laptop as she entered a few commands and a box of text appeared in the bottom right of the screen. Contained within that box was everything an eager ler would need to destroy a girl like Gina. It was a complete readout of the most ticklish spots on her feet with two scores out of 100 for each part of the foot - one in red for the original score and an updated score in green text to show the results of the sensitivity scrambler. Emily's eyes grew wide as she read. An evil grin spread across her face...
Toes: 89....88
Balls: 77...91
Arches: 85....89
Heels: 78....92

Emily was not particularly sadistic. She had always had a certain stoicism to her that had been a big factor in her elevation to school prefect. But even she had to admit those scores were pretty funny. She thought back to the times she had had those very feet at her mercy during a harvest. How Gina's booming laughter would fill her head as her nails slid up those arches. Such a big laugh for such a timid unassuming girl as Gina was. And now those arches were even more ticklish, with the added torment of the heels and balls being way more ticklish than usual. There would be no respite for poor Gina today.

Sorsha was having the time of her life. She kept up a slow swirling motion over the tight, fleshy heels with the very tips of her nails, a huge intoxicated grin plastered to her face. At first the lack of sound coming from the coffin had been disarming, Sorsha was used to hearing her victims roaring with laughter. But after a while she had just started to imagine the scene inside. That stuck-up girl she had pictured, thrashing and begging thin air as her fingers continued their relentless dance. It was an image that was re-enforced by the occasional twitch of a tied toe.
Suddenly the monitor to Sorsha's right caught her eye. The ball was bobbing along near the very top of the monitor. Sorsha started and removed her fingers from the silky canvas before her.

"Woahhhohoho." She laughed to herself. "You have got it bad girl!"
She took her right hand and ran the forefinger along the bottom of the toes, watching the ball leap around the screen. She dragged the fingertip softly around the ball of the foot and down the smooth arch trying to spot some more hotspots. She didn’t need to look hard. It seemed the whole of the bottoms of the feet before her were alive with excruciatingly sensitive areas. Maybe the ball dropped a touch around the toes but Sorsha found she had to work hard to keep it from sticking to the top of the monitor. After all, she didn’t want her fun to be over too quickly.

Gina was in trouble. This was far from her first time being tickled. Far far from it. She had been in these hellish coffins more times than she could count. She had felt the soft hesitant fingers of newbies and the ruthless, tortuous nails of seasoned lers honing their already accomplished skill sets. Gina was having trouble deciding which bracket this particular ler belonged in. The fingers, equipped with what felt like fairly short nails, glided around her soles. When they had started on her heels Gina had screamed her head off, banging her fists against the sides of the coffin even though she knew nobody would hear her and she had been close, so close to going over the edge and blocking the ler out. Sure it would still tickle after but it would have put an end to the session. That was every lee's goal. That was their only hope.

It seemed however, the ler had caught herself just in time and for what must have been at least 15 minutes since, had kept Gina on the very edge of insanity with agonizing slow strokes up and down the length of her feet.
It was obvious to Gina that she had been dealt a real bad hand by the sensitivity scrambler. In past sessions at least one part of her foot had been made less sensitive and that had provided respite while the ler explored her feet. This time she had no such luck. Her toes seemed just as sensitive as ever. The balls just below had been ramped waaay up and touch there made her lapse into breathless, gasping, silent laughter. From there it was a short, blindingly tickly trip down to her heels over arches that felt impossibly ticklish and it was a trip the ler had taken at a torturous, lingering pace. And the heels. Her heels had never felt like this. When the ler had swirled her short nails on them earlier Gina would have chewed off her feet to make it stop. Unfortunately for her that wasn't an option and all she could do was lay there and laugh through her hair that had become plastered to her face with perspiration.

Worse still, it would seem her ler, as inexperienced as she had felt at first, had apparently identified her heels and balls as hotspots and very deliberately applied her nails to the soft skin when she reached either of those areas. Gina had known for some time now. She was in real trouble.

In truth Sorsha felt mildly surprised. It wasn’t that she had hardly let the ball drop from the top of the monitor, nor that she had found her lee's weak spots so quickly that surprised her most. Sorsha knew she was good at this. It was more that fact that the lee hadn’t been able to shut her out yet. This was easier than she had anticipated. Her right hand played in and around the tied toes of the left foot while she drew gentle circles with the tips of the fingernails on her left hand on the balls of the right foot. She knew she would keep the lee at a safe level as long as she wasn’t on a hotspot on both feet at once. That was the key. So, when she felt like changing position, her right hand shot down to the mega sensitive heel while her left hand tapped out a quick rhythm on the arch of the other foot. And the ball stayed glued to the top of the monitor.

The buzzer on the stopwatch made Emily jump. She had been so engrossed in what she was watching that she had completely lost track of time and suddenly, the hour was up.
Emily stood, realizing that her toes had been unconsciously clenched in her shoes, and headed into the training room to fetch Sorsha. Emily tried to get her head around what she had just witnessed. No newbie had ever managed to go the distance without a lee blocking them on their first attempt. That was surprising enough but that wasn't all. This newbie had absolutely ruined Gina for a whole hour.

As she approached Sorsha she could see the redhead was still hard at work spidering the nails of one hand on a heel while pinching at the toes of the other.

"Easy new girl, times up."
Sorsha stood and stretched her hands high above her head and turned to face Emily. The prefect couldn't help but notice how calm and almost relaxed she looked. As if she hadn't even been trying.
"Already?" She said. "Huh. Could have gone all day." She quickly zipped a forefinger up one of the tightly bound soles behind her. "So let’s go!"

Soon the girls were back at Emily's computer outside the training room.
"Unfortunately it looks like we are having some problems with the computer." Said Emily. "But don’t worry too much first timers never have anything too interesting to read."
"Wait." Said Sorsha. "I didn’t do well?"
"Not bad I guess...for a first timer."
"Really? Because I really felt like I..."
"Don’t worry you'll get better." Said Emily and turned on her heel, leading Sorsha back towards the stairs that would lead back to the rest of the school.


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"Come in!" Called Annabella Stiles reclined in her leather chair and wriggled her toes in their nylon stockings. It had been another long day and she was looking forward to retiring to her living quarters to freshen up. There was just one small piece of business that remained for the day.

Emily entered holding an a4 sheet of paper.
"Excuse me Miss Stiles. I have the training report you asked for." Emily stepped forward and placed the document on the desk. "From the new girl?"

The headmistress picked it up and ran her blue eyes over the text. Then she looked up at Emily who quickly averted her gaze toward the floor.

"You watched her?" She asked in a hushed tone after a few seconds.
"O...only briefly ma'am." The younger girl lied.
Miss Stiles looked back at the paper.
"Has she seen this?" She asked this time without looking up.
"No ma'am!" Emily replied quickly. "I believe I was able to lead her to believe her performance was average at best."
"Very good." Said Miss Stiles, replacing the paper back on the desk. "I told you when I selected you to be my prefect that it was a position of great responsibility correct?"
Emily straightened her back proudly.
"Yes Miss Stiles."
"I believe a time where you will be called upon to act responsibly for the good of the school may soon be upon us." Miss Stiles paused purposefully. "Can I count on you Emily?"
"Always Ma'am." The brunette replied, a hint of a tremor in her voice.
"Good...good." breathed Miss Stiles. "You may go."
Emily turned for the door.
"Say nothing of what you have seen today. To anyone. Am I understood?"
"Yes Miss Stiles."

Sorsha climbed the steps and opened the door at the top, stepping out into the grandly decorated hallway of the port levy academy. Despite the fun she had just experienced tickling the anonymous pair of feet in the training room, Sorsha couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for herself. She was trying her hardest and it felt to her that she had performed well in every task that had been put before her thus far. Yet she had received nothing but patronizing criticism of her technique from both the foot tickling instructor Miss Milton and Emily the prefect.

Still, the day was not over yet. A glance at her timetable told her that she would spend the afternoon in her first upper body class. Sorsha considered herself to be more of a foot girl but supposed a well-rounded skill set would be vital to her success at the school. Besides, after the talk with her roommate, Sarah, earlier that morning, Sorsha felt the shy brunette could use some support against school bully Charlotte O’Connor and was happy to be the one to provide it.

"Time to show these bitches whose boss." She said, stepping into the flow of traffic through the corridor and heading in the direction of the upper body classroom.

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The room was three quarters full when Sorsha arrived. She immediately noticed two things. The first was that the room was very similar to the foot tickling room. Maybe a touch smaller but with the same padded floor, lack of furniture and rectangular slots in the floor that Sorsha now knew contained restraining apparatus.

The second thing Sorsha noticed was a group of three girls clustered in the far corner of the room. They had appeared to be in the middle of a lively discussion but, upon Sorsha entering, had dropped their voices to whispers punctuated by sporadic giggling.

"You new?"
Sorsha looked up to find a slight, black haired, pale skinned girl with dark blue eyes looking up at her from the floor near the front of the class where she sat cross legged. She had a high pitched squeak of a voice and a general air of innocence.

"Second day." Replied Sorsha, somewhat relieved that someone was being friendly to counter the hostility sue was sensing from the back of the room.

"You need somewhere to sit? You can work with me if you like?" The girl squeaked hopefully.

Sorsha scanned the room looking for Sarah but to her disappointment, it looked as though she wouldn't be coming. So, short of other options and feeling ever so slightly intimidated by the girls at the back of the room, Sorsha reluctantly flopped down next to the black haired girl.

"I’m Kristen." She said, prompting a handshake that Sorsha accepted.
"I usually try to pair up with Sarah." Said Kristen as Sorsha got comfortable. "That way it stops one of us being paired with her..."
She finished with a backwards nod towards the group at the back who were now laughing hysterically at some inside joke. Sorsha noted the apparent ring leader. Tall and slender with long wavy bright blonde hair with a beautiful if mean looking face. She was the cheerleader archetype.

"Let me guess." Said Sorsha. "Charlotte O’Connor?"
"Word travels fast." Replied Kristen with a grin. "You met her yet?"
"Nope. Heard she's a real bitch though."

Sorsha could have sworn Kristen stiffened at that comment. Possibly she was that scared of Charlotte that she was terrified they would be over heard but before Sorsha could dig deeper the door to the classroom swung open.

A tall imposing figure of a woman in her late thirties strode into the room. The clack clack clack of high heels cut of as she stepped onto the padding. She didn’t take her shoes off but even if she had, she would have stood easily six foot tall. Her jet black hair was pulled into a tight bun giving the impression of an inability to smile even if she had the inclination to do so. Sorsha highly doubted she did. She set down a briefcase on her desk and peered at the class over the top of thin framed glasses. Bright blue eyes cold and meticulously calculating the worth or worthlessness of every one of them.

"We are missing one." She intoned. "And we have gained one." She said as her eyes alighted on Sorsha. There was a pause.
"Well? Do you have a name girl?"

Sorsha did not appreciate being spoken to in this manner. She was a believer that respect was earned regardless of age or station. Still it was as much a surprise to her as it was to everybody else in the room when she replied curtly; "Yep."

The tension that followed was palpable. Finally Kristen cracked and her quavering voice spoke; "Th...This is Sorsha M...Miss Lowry."

The stern teacher's gaze shifted the Kristen and to Sorsha's immense surprise a hint of a smile flashed across the features.
"Thank you..."
"Kristen!" The black haired girl cut in.
"Thank you Kristen. It is good to know there are girls at this academy with manners yet."

Sorsha had found this exchange bizarre to say the least but the adrenaline was still pumping through her veins and to be honest she wasn’t even sure what had been said in the moments after her show of petty defiance. The teacher appeared to have move on however, so Sorsha chalked it up to a lucky escape and inwardly chided herself for her outburst.

"As the ever helpful Kristen has mentioned, my name is Miss Lowry. The teacher said, looking back at Sorsha. "I have the dubious honor of instructing you in the delectable art of upper body tickling. Some of you have already discovered the depths of torment that are accessible to those who respect this discipline." As Miss Lowry said this, Sorsha noticed her eyes were directed at the back of the room where Charlotte O’Connor sat.
"Others I believe will simply make up the numbers in this class." There was no mistaking who that comment was meant for as the teachers eyes met Sorsha's once again.
"Today gives you a chance to prove me wrong." Miss Lowry said, pacing the width of the room. "Today we are doing a bit of sparring."
A mix of groans and excited intakes of breath filled the room.
"Pull up the restraints and work with who you’re sitting with. Kristen you can be the lee first. I want to see what if our new girl has any skills to compliment her arrogance."

The two girls stood and Kristin crouched, "stand back." She said and pulled on a rope that would raise the restraints from the floor. Sorsha was slightly shocked to see a long pole - possibly 8 feet tall - raise from the floor while two spring loaded arms flipped out from the sides, effectively creating a crucifix.

"My God." Stated Sorsha, jumping at the crack as the arms snapped into place. Kristen immediately stepped forward. Sighing she thrust her arms out at right angles from her body. "Come on then let’s get this over with."


It was then that Sorsha noticed the leather straps hanging from the arm rests. She stepped forward and strapped Kristen's wrists in place.

"Ok group." Came Miss Lowry's voice over the sound of multiple buckles being fastened. "I want to see evidence that you've learned SOMETHING so far. That means variation of pressure, that means not staying in the same spot the whole time. Oh for goodness sake new girl you didn't remove your lee's blouse?"

Sorsha looked up embarrassed to find the whole room looking in her direction. "I didn't know we had to!" She replied while realizing how foolish she sounded, given that every other girl that had been tied up had lost their blouses.

"Well how were you planning on reaching all of your lees spots with her blouse on?" Miss Lowry let out what Sorsha thought was a somewhat over dramatic sigh. "It’s too late now just unbutton it."

Feeling her face reddening, Sorsha fumbled the buttons open on the blouse revealing Kristen's soft pale belly and narrow waist. Her breasts were held in by a black lacy bra with blue trim that Sorsha thought really set of her eyes.

Suddenly a shriek of laughter filled the room and Sorsha turned to her right to see a short girl with a ginger ponytail spidering unpainted nails feather-light against a tall blondes hips. The blonde apparently had very ticklish hips and it looked like the red head knew it. Blonde hair flew as the lee whipped her head from side to side and shook with agonized laughter.

"Good technique Miss Barnes but you don’t always have to dive right in to your lees worst spots. Build the tension ladies." Miss Lowry called over the din as more and more laughter filled the room.

"I would get on with it if I were you." Said Kristen. "Miss Lowry doesn’t like hesitation.

Sorsha raised her hands and stroked the silky skin of Kristen's belly. The flesh quivered slightly under her touch and Kristen giggled lightly. A good start but she knew she would have to do better.

Sorsha's mind returned to the time she had tickled Alli in the dorm room and how effective her technique had been at getting Alli howling. She brought both hands together in a prayer like pose and slowly dragged them out to the sides where she fluttered her finger tips up and down Kristen's ribs. Kristen's giggling grew an octave louder but she was yet to really let go.

Sorsha repeated the movement again and again, each time sure that the dam would break. But Kristen held fast, never doing more than giggling and barely squirming on the cross.

By this time Sorsha had become agitated. She could tell from the laughter in the room she was the only one not getting good reactions from her lee. Twice already Miss Lowry had stalked past, her disapproval was all too apparent.

'I need to take this up a notch.' Thought Sorsha. Suddenly she zipped her fingertips up Kristen's sides to the soft pale underarms. The move took the dark haired girl by surprise and she lurched forward in her restraints, a bark of laughter escaping her lips. No sooner had it emerged however, than it was gone again.

"Really?!" Asked Sorsha out loud while furiously scrabbling her nails in the delicate hollows while Kristen laughed gently, almost as if she were enjoying the sensation.

"Change!" Called Miss Lowry from just over Sorsha's shoulder, making the red head jump. "To let your lee know your frustration is to break the spell of control new girl." The teacher said and leaned in close. "Never let me see it in thus room again. Understood?"

"Yes Miss." Replied Sorsha through gritted teeth. This was her first real failure and the sting was not helped by Charlotte O’Connor’s smirking face.

"Ok your turn." Said Kristen. "Unstrap me already!" Sorsha reluctantly released Kristen's arms, wishing she could have one more shot at breaking her.

Kristen was not going to make the same mistake as Sorsha and directed her to remove her blouse, leaving Sorsha in her jade green bra. The girls switched places and soon Kristen was tightening the straps holding Sorsha's arms. Kristen had clearly used these restraints plenty of times before. She used them expertly, Sorsha's arms were pulled out tight leaving her with very little movement.

The rustling of the room full of lers and lees switched places died down and was soon replaced with frantic girlish laughter.

Kristen stood in front of Sorsha who realized now how petite she actually was. This didn’t make her any less intimidating in these circumstances. In fact Kristen was suddenly very intimidating indeed. Something had come over the girl. Her eyes were locked onto Sorsha's, unblinking, unwavering.

"So are you gonna...?" Sorsha tried to ask but something in that stare prevented her from finishing the question.

Kristen's eyes drifted slowly down. They travelled over Sorsha's soft, flat belly with her cute innie belly button. They crawled up her sides and stared at her armpits. Sorsha knew exactly where Kristen was looking at all times. She got the feeling Kristen wanted her to know. As the eyes drank in the sight of her taught underarms Sorsha could swear she could almost feel the tickling to come. Before she knew what she had done she flinched, squirming away from that intense gaze.

This seemed to be the cue Kristen was waiting for. The tiny girl stepped forward and placed her hands on Sorsha's hips. Close enough for Sorsha to feel her breathe as she whispered: "I know where you don’t want me to tickle you." Sorsha's blood froze. She had given herself away.

Kristen started gently squeezing at Sorsha's hips. A squeeze every three seconds or so. At first there wasn’t much of an effect. Then she started moving her hands around the hips. Up a touch...squeeze. Sorsha wiggled slightly. Out towards the sides half a fraction. Sorsha let out a yelp. Kristen seemed to think for a few seconds then moved her hands ever so slightly back down towards the panty line and Sorsha knew she was in trouble before it happened. Squeeze.

Sorsha's head snapped forward and she let out a sound she never knew she had in her. It was half a surprised shriek and half a desperate laugh that, wrenched out of her so suddenly, arrived in a kind of cackle. Kristen grinned and squeezed again. And again. And again. A squeeze every two seconds now. Never changing the pressure and no longer moving her hands.

"OOOOOHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!NONONONAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA A!!STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHAAAAAAAA!!" Sorsha tried her best to plead between each squeeze but there just wasn’t enough time to get anything coherent out.

As the gentle rhythmic squeezing continued Kristen's voice broke through Sorsha's haze of hilarity. "Sooo easy..." she cooed. "We're just getting started you and me new girl." As she finished Kristen began to move her hands up Sorsha's sides keeping the same squeezing motion going. By now Sorsha was sensitized enough that everything that Kristen did tickled madly and she bounced on the balls of her feet, whooping and shrieking with every squeeze.

When her hands reached the sides of Sorsha's breasts the squeezing stopped and Sorsha gulped in lung fulls of air trying to compose herself. Her relief was short lived however as she soon felt the nails of Charlotte's index fingers tracing a path up to her underarms. Charlotte did not have noticeably long nails but they were sharp and caused Sorsha's skin to crawl.

The fingernails scrapped slowly up to the base of each underarm before travelling back down again. Up and down. Up and down. Sorsha knew Kristen was toying with her. A belief that was only reinforced when Kristen leaped in to speak again.

"Not long now newbs." She said. Kristen had wrapped one leg around the back of the cross and was effectively straddling Sorsha. "Imagine if I licked your armpit..." She let that sink in for a moment.

"D...don’t do that..." Sorsha stammered. She was subconsciously raising up on her tip toes trying desperately to pull away from Kristen's face which was positioned all too close to her right armpit.

"No I think I will actually." Said Kristen, so close that her breathe tickled the soft skin on Sorsha's underarms and made her writhe in her binds. Sorsha watched in horror as Kristen's face drew closer and closer to her underarm. As it got to within millimeters from touching, she clamped her eyes shut, trying to steel herself against the slimy, slippery tongue tickling that was sure to follow.

Without warning, Kristen darted her hands up to Sorsha's armpits and began a furious tickle attack. Her fingers flew over the smooth skin while Sorsha roared with laughter, bouncing on the balls of her feet desperate to get away. Occasionally Kristen would stop the fast scrabbling motion and replace it with a slow stroking with her fingertips before returning to the fast spidering.

"Ha. I knew it." Gloated Kristen and paused in her ferocious tickling. "You new girls are so easy to read." She raised her hands to restart the torture just as a bell sounded in the hall.

"Ok everybody that’s time!" Called Miss Lowry. Sorsha heaved a sigh of relief, her head sagging in exhaustion. She hung in the restraints trying to catch her breath. She had no idea anything could feel as intense as the tickling she had just received.

The tickling had taken so much out of her that Sorsha didn’t even hear the rest of the class shuffling out of the room as she tried to regain her composure. When she eventually looked up again Miss Lowry was standing in front of her.

"Well I must say I’m disappointed." She said. "Disappointed. But not surprised. If I had a penny for every new girl who sauntered in here like they own the place...still I’m not complaining. I do love to see you all taken down a notch." Miss Lowry stood and flattened the front of her skirt as if making ready to leave.

"Um...Miss Lowry?" Sorsha asked.

"What now?"

"Well...how do I get out? Kristen just left me in here."

Miss Lowry had reached the door by now and she half turned and spoke over her shoulder. "Oh the girls will let you out...when they're done." Sorsha’s stomach lurched as she heard whispering and giggling coming from behind the cross she was still tied tightly to.

"And new girl?" Miss Lowry said opening the door. "Don’t you ever sass mouth me in front of my students again." With that Miss Lowry left the room, a click coming from the other side of the door as she locked it behind her.

Silence swallowed the room that had so recently been alive with the sounds of desperate laughter. Then Sorsha heard footsteps. Very quiet footsteps. Socked feet on the padded floor approaching from behind. Sorsha craned her neck round as far as it would go, trying to see who was there.

"Wh...Whoever you are I'd really appreciate some help..." She said nervously.

"Help?" Came a clear feminine voice from right behind her. "You know I'm not here to help you." A tall girl stepped out from behind Sorsha's cross. She must have been at least 5'8 and had the slender figure of the stereotypical cheerleader. Her wavy, bright blonde hair was tied in a loose bun behind her head with bangs falling across her face covering one pale blue eye. Charlotte O’Connor. She smirked at Sorsha with full pouty lips as she looked her prey up and down.



"It's about time for a formal introduction don’t you think?" She said. "I mean I know you've heard of Charlotte O’Conner. Aren't you glad you finally get the pleasure of meeting her yourself?"

"Y...yes of course." Replied Sorsha, eager not to antagonize the girl in her current predicament. All she could think about was the horrible tickling from class and was terrified it would happen again. "It’s nice to meet you Charlotte."

The girl burst into a fit of giggles. "Not me silly...her."

Sorsha's mouth dropped open as another girl appeared from behind her. This one was tiny. Maybe 5'2 with black hair cut just above her shoulders and dark blue eyes set in a pale, heart shaped face that made Sorsha’s blood run cold.

"Kristen?" Sorsha asked dumbfounded.
"Wow. You take a while to catch on don't you." Replied the girl and there was a hard edge to her voice that had not been there before. "I may be a bitch but you are as dumb as the come red."

"I’m sorry I didn't mean..." Sorsha began before Charlotte cut her off.

"Shhhhh. Sh sh shhhh." She said putting a finger up to Sorsha's lips. Behind Charlotte, Sorsha could see the blonde girl had perched on the edge of Miss Lowry's desk. As Sorsha watched she crossed one leg over the other and slowly began to roll her white knee high sock down her calf.

"Here's what’s going to happen." Charlotte continued matter of factly. "Me and Jessie here are going to tickle you. We were going to tickle you because you’re new and you need to know who’s in charge around here."

The blonde - Jessica - had finished taking off her sock and now came to stand next to Charlotte.

"But you also called me a bitch." Charlotte began and Sorsha opened her mouth to protest. Jessica moved liked lightning. Her hands shot out. One grabbed Sorsha's face by the cheeks and with the other, she stuffed her sock in Sorsha's mouth.

"And for that we're going to tickle you baaad." Finished Charlotte, holding Sorsha’s face still while Jessica secured her sock in place with a strip of duct tape.

The two girls turned away from Sorsha, heading to a cupboard in the corner of the room. After a minute of rummaging they returned, Charlotte carrying a box and Jessica carrying a bundle of leather straps. Charlotte placed the box on the table and took some of the straps from Jessica. The girls got to work securing Sorsha more tightly to the cross. An extra strap was placed over each bicep while an extra was also placed around Sorcha's chest. Then the girls both crouched to secure straps around Sorsha's ankles. Jessica then grabbed a two lengths of rope from the box which the girls threaded though metal eyes on the back of the ankle restraints and on the cross. By pulling the end of the rope, Sorsha's legs were forced to bend at the knees. Once the rope was tied off Sorsha was left effectively kneeling in midair and the girls stood back to admire their handy work.

Sorsha was involuntarily shaking her head 'no' and trying to plead wide eyed with her captors through her gag.

Jessica sat back on the desk and crossed her legs again, watching Sorsha beg impassively while Charlotte began to pace around the crucifix.

"You know, I enjoyed tickling you earlier." She said, coming to a halt behind the cross and Sorsha. "It’s just a shame it was over so quickly." Sorsha felt soft fingertips stroking down her spine. "In fact I only just had time to find your worst spots." One hand snaked around Sorsha's side, coming to a stop on her hip. Exactly where Charlotte had been squeezing earlier. The other hand began a very slow and deliberate finger-walk up Sorsha's other side toward her armpit. Just before it got their it stopped.

"Of course that's assuming they ARE your worst spots." Charlotte said. "What do you think Jessie?"

The blonde began rolling her second sock off her foot. It traveled down the smooth shin and the soft curve of calf muscle, over the slim ankle and off the silky soft foot. She then raised a hand to her eyes, examining her finger nails.
"Oh I have a feeling new girl has another spot she’s hiding." She said and held her hand out in front of her, palm in, giving Sorsha an altogether too good look at those nails.

They were long, black and they were sharp. They were filed to evil points that sent a shiver down Sorsha's spine.

"Don’t worry we won’t get in each other's way." Charlotte said softly in Sorsha's ear. "See Jessica here is a foot girl."

As Sorsha watched, the blonde lowered one nail to the upturned sole of her foot. She slooowly dragged it up and down her sole, eyes locked onto Sorsha's as she did it.
"I’m a damn good foot girl." She said.

"She's very good." Agreed Charlotte, her own hands softly running over Sorsha's belly.

Sorsha couldn’t take her green eyes off that finger nail. She watched it travel over the soft pink heel of Jessica's foot, up the creamy, delicately wrinkled arch and circled around the ball before heading back down. It repeated its path over and over while Sorsha watched until she could have sworn she could feel it. Reality had hit her. She was going to have her feet tickled. The knowledge froze her in place with horror.

Suddenly, Charlotte stepped into view. Jessica took this as a signal and rose, retrieving a small set of scissors from the box on the table as she did and walked around the cross to where Sorsha's socked feet were held fast. She crouched and expertly snipped the fabric of Sorsha's white knee highs and pulled the material away to reveal a pair of perfect wrinkly virgin pink soles. They positively radiated sensitivity.

"Ohhhhohoho shit." Jessica said.

"Everything alright back there Jessie?" Asked Charlotte

"Oh yeah." Laughed Jessica in reply. "This is gonna be a blast."

"Sure is. Right red?"

Sorsha was numb. She knew it would start any second now but she just could not process her position. This just could not be happening to her. It would be too much. She watched with morbid fascination as Charlotte reached out towards her hips.

Squeeze.

'Hmm...' Sorsha thought, strangely calm. 'She's in the wrong spot...'

Squeeze.

'Ah. That was closer...'

Squeeze.

'Oh god she knows where she's going!'

.....squeezesqueezesqueezesqueezesqueez!!

Sorsha tried her best to take of like a rocket. There was suddenly lightning streaking though her nervous system. It was relentless, never ending. She screamed. She wanted to laugh but it was too much too intense. So she screamed into the sock gag, eyes wide in horror, staring into Charlotte's. She was trapped in that gaze and it suddenly seemed there was nothing or nobody else in the room. In the world. There was only Charlotte and the tickling now.

Then she felt it. A pin prick on her left foot. Right bang it the middle of her heel. A blurred thought came through the madness in Sorsha's mind that perhaps it was the start of pins and needles due to her position on the cross. Just her foot falling asleep is all. But it was moving.
Sorsha remembered the other girl through the agony of the hip squeezing now. Blonde hair. Tall. The sock rolling down. A sharp black nail slithering around a soft sole. She could almost feel it. She could....she could feel it!!

Sorsha thrashed like a mad woman in her restraints. Her foot was being tickled. They couldn't! She had to get across to the blonde girl somehow. Make her stop, it was too much. But the hip squeezing rendered her helpless. All she could do was hang and scream.

The nail had started a slow zig zagged path up the arch now. Jessica loved watching the pink rush back into the little white line left by her nail. Jessica smiled. She loved her nails. Knowing they were there, on the end of her fingers, made her feel like she could destroy anybody. She would often imagine it when being spoken to by authority figures. Like the bitch teachers.

How many times had she and Charlotte had to sit and listen to Miss Stiles bark at them for some minor rile bending? Every time Jessica had pictured how the headmistresses nylon covered soles would feel under her nails. She'd break her in minutes.

Jessica grinned at the thought and viciously raked her other hand down Sorsha's other sole. Four evilly crafted nails wreaking havoc in their wake.

Sorsha shook and her voice cracked. She lapsed into silent laughter.

"Coooool" breathed Jessica.

"Already? " mocked Charlotte in the now quiet room. "Don't think for a minute that means we're stopping bitch. There are no school rules in this room. You’re ours until dinner. That’s not for nearly two hours."

Sorsha could hear every word that was being said without her laughter to drown it out. She wished to God she couldn't.

"That’s it." Said Jessica poking her head round the side of the cross. "I can’t hold back any more these feet are solo ticklish Charlotte seriously! I’ve found three major hotspots already." She highlighted each one with a flurry of light scratches as she listed them.
"Heels near her arch just...herrrre...the balls under the little toes...like...so....and of course the ever popular: under the toes!!!"

Jessica dug in with both hands. Eight shapely claws burrowing under Sorsha's hyper ticklish toes. Sorsha threw her head back. Her face was running with sweat and had turned as red as her hair. It was contorted in a mask of agony and her body vibrated with forced sensation.

"Who said anything about holding back?" Said Charlotte. "I said I want to punish this bitch. Put those talons to work girl." And she leaned in, her face pressing up against Sorsha's shaking side, still goosing the red headed victims hips, watching her friend worms her finger in around the toes of Sorsha's left foot while scraping away furiously on the heel of the other.

"Let’s see what I can do to help." She said and slowly started spider walking her fingers up towards Sorsha's underarms. "Oooohhh look." She cooed. "A little sweaty. That’s going to make this ten times worse. Slippery tickles in YOUR pits? I don’t think you could handle that...shame you don’t have a choice."

Charlotte's fingers started slithering around Sorsha's soft hollows. It was immediate to Sorsha that Charlotte had been right. It was ten times worse.

And so the three girls entered into a phase of tickling far beyond what anybody should have to endure. The two expert ticklers flicked, scratched, slithered and scraped away at Sorsha's absolute worst spots. The sensations never lessened. These girls were elite ticklers. They were too good at subtly switching spots and altering techniques for Sorsha to get used to the sensations. And she was too ticklish. She couldn’t do a thing but hang there until it was over. If it ever did end.

Sometime later, a sound reached Sorsha's ears over the din of her own hysterics. It plucked at the edge of her conscious, appealing to her remaining sanity. The door! Someone was in the room! At the same time as this realization hit, the tickling stopped. Sorsha fought to catch her breath and through a haze of tears tried to make out the newcomer. Relief flooded her body as the figure of Emily came into focus.

"What on earth is going on here?" Said the prefect, her voice quavering with anger. "Let that girl down at once!"

Charlotte turned to face her, clearly undaunted by Emily's prefect status. "What’s the rush? We're only showing the new girl the finer points of our craft." She said to an accompaniment of s******s from Jessica who had now come round to sit back on the desk in front of Sorsha with her legs crossed, one dainty foot swinging loosely before her.

"You’re torturing her!" Retorted Emily. "When Miss Stiles hears..."

"If Miss Stiles hears anything from my classroom it will be from me prefect."
Sorsha, who had been slumped forward with her eyes closed since recognizing Emily, raised her head in fear at the interruption. Miss Lowry stood behind Emily in the doorway.

"Excuse me Miss Lowry bit I think you have a situation..."

"Your thoughts are not required here prefect." The teacher again interrupted. "I assure you the very moment I feel I need your help handling my students I shall send for you. Until then you are dismissed." She said condescendingly and stepped to one side, clearly inviting Emily to leave the room. The younger lady turned back to Sorsha. Their eyes met and Sorcha was sure she saw pity there for a second before Emily turned and stormed from the room. Miss Lowry now stepped inside and closed the door. If Sorsha still held any hopes of deliverance, they were soon dashed.

"Ok ladies I hope you have been practicing hard." Said the teacher, striding forward to stand before Sorsha. As Miss Lowry ran her eyes over Sorsha's body, a flare of angry defiance flared within Sorsha and much to her surprise, she found herself glaring back at the strikingly beautiful brunette.

"We sure have Miss Lowry." Came Charlotte's smug voice from just behind the teacher.

"Clearly not hard enough." Miss Lowry replied. "This one still has some fight in her."

"I promise you we haven't been holding back Miss I swear!" Said Charlotte and Sorsha noted a distinct tone of fear in her voice.

"So you say." The teacher said, turning to face the girls who shrank under her gaze. "But if this is the result of your best efforts am I to take it that my instruction was unclear? Or is it my teaching that is a problem?"

Charlotte's eyes were now fixed firmly on the floor. "N...no miss. P...please just give us a bit more time."

Miss Lowry glanced at her watch. "You have forty minutes before she will be missed. If I come back in forty minutes and she flashes me a hint of defiance you will both be spending a lot of time in detention. In my office." The two girls flinched at the last remark and Miss Lowry headed for the door again. "Get back to work." She called over her shoulder.

The door clicked shut and Charlotte and Jessica burst into action. The scrabbled in the box on the desk, pulling out a bottle of clear liquid, paint brushes and hair brushes among other objects Sorsha barely had time to register.

"You think your clever bitch?" Said Charlotte, standing in front of her again holding the bottle. "Think it’s funny to embarrass us in front of Miss Lowry? I’ll show you funny..."

Charlotte opened the bottle and poured a large amount of the viscous substance into her cupped hand. "I told you I know where you don’t want me to tickle you. Now you’re gonna get it. Wait until you feel what it’s like to have your armpits tickled while they're all lubed up." She said, as she began to rub the thick lubricant all over Sorsha's armpits. "We'll see how brave you feel after this." Charlotte finished, tossing the bottle to Jessica who had regained her position at Sorsha's delicate soles.

Sorsha quivered on the cross. She instantly regretted her stubbornness but it was too late now and she knew it. She felt the lubricant being spread over her upturned soles and tried to brace her.

"I can’t wait to glide my pointy nails over your slippery soles." Jessica teased in her ear right before Charlotte began sliding eight finger tips a piece over the tight expanses of Sorsha's underarms.

The red head threw her head back and screamed into her gag, eyes bulging and tears beginning in the corners of her eyes. The sensation was so intense she was sure she would pass out.

Eight sharp nails skittered down her soles.

It was done quickly but Sorsha definitely felt it. Her scream caught in her throat as she jumped on the cross as if electrocuted. She tried to crane her neck to beg Jessica not to do it with her eyes but all she could make out was the blonde hair. Through her laughter she forced out the occasional desperate squeak, all she could manage as pleading.

Jessica sat back on her heels and watched Sorsha squirm in her bonds. Charlotte thought she had worked this red head out. Thought the armpits were nailed on as her worst spot. Jessica knew better. but upper body girls would never accept that the feet were the worst spot on anybody and Charlotte especially hated to be out done so she would keep it to herself bit Jessica knew Sorsha's real weakness. She had known it from the second she saw those soft pink soles with their delicate wrinkles. It’s had been confirmed the moment her nails had touched down on them. Jessica would keep it to herself but she would have some fun first. The blonde girl stood and reached out, gently cupping Sorsha's right foot with her left hand. Her nails wriggled in the air as she brought them down to the glistening surface of Sorsha's unturned foot. Slowly she brought all four nails tips to rest at the back edge of Sorsha's heel. The captive red head tensed. Her squeaky plead becoming quicker, more desperate.

Jessica waited, nails gently drumming on the spot. Charlotte redoubled her efforts Sorsha's reactions grew more intense. This was Jessica's cue. She dragged her fingernails slooowly down the soles. Just hard enough and fast enough to let Sorsha feel the effects of the lube. The pass back up to the heel was slightly faster as was the pass after that. Before long the talon like claws were shooting up and down the trapped sole and Sorsha lapsed into silent laughter once more.

A loud bell sounded from the corridor. A long unbroken blaring that filled the only recently quiet room.

"Is that the fire bell?" Asked Jessica.

Charlotte froze in thought. "That bitch." She spat. "The prefect did this."

"Well I guess we better split anyway." Said Jessica sounding decidedly disappointed. "We don’t want to me misses when they start checking off names."

The two girls started for the exit when they reached the door Charlotte turned back to Sorsha.

"Just remember your place here". She called over the fire bell. "I can have you back in here any time I want. You better remember that bitch."

The door clicked shut and Sorsha was left alone, sweat pouring from her and her body heaved as she fought for breath. She was beaten. she wanted to believe it was over but she was sure the door would open and the girls would return and resume the torment. She was terrified of it happening. But there was something else. Her heart was pounding not just with fear, but excitement. She had never experienced anything nearly as intense as that afternoon. She had never felt so alive!

Unbidden, a giggle started in her throat. It grew until Sorsha found herself belly laughing almost as hard as when she had been tickled. She felt high. She had hated the tickling when it was happening and yet somehow she was now glad it had. She had never been happier to be in the academy as right at that moment. Most of all she laughed at how bad each of those girls were going to get it from her.

Charlotte and Jessica had just created a monster.