The Sand Trap of Mona Enu

[Jaynin]

Mona Enu, the Principal of Sakura High, charged with the responsibility of maintaining and guiding the world's foremost facility for shaping those whose powers could not be explained by normal means, would never strike anyone as being the serious type for whom such an important mission would normally be entrusted. That wasn't to say that Mona was incompetent, just that she tended to do things her own way, and that way of doing things had led to today's outing to the nearby beach. Mona reasoned that the students were entitled to some fun now and again, and as a practical matter the change of venue might inspire a spark of creativity to unlock some new talent. But mostly right now it served to create a sea of flesh that Mona could see stretching off into the distance as she got out of her car, smiling as she observed the students at play. She would leave them be, and instead headed off in a different direction...

Mona herself was in her early thirties, skin an exotic color of mocha that contrasted with her pink hair and white t-shirt that she wore beneath a loose beige-colored button-down shirt. That shirt was of course open, given the day's heat and light, and flapped in the constant breeze blowing off of the sea. That same breeze made her t-shirt flatten against her body, showing its contours quite well, the firm, medium-sized chest, the flat and toned stomach, her dark shorts not covering her nicely sculpted legs, and her small feet stuffed restlessly into flip-flops. Mona bent one leg back so she could itch at the heel of her left foot where a grain of sand had thoughtlessly intruded into the space between her foot and the flip-flop, temporarily delaying her departure from the parking lot long enough for another figure to catch up to her.

Mona had just put her foot back down and wiggled it with a strange expression of concentration on her face when it happened, a pair of male hands circled around her from behind and rested on her waist, fingers seeking to slip in between the hem of the shirt and the waistband of her shorts to slide softly against her firm stomach. This of course sent Mona jumping a foot into the air and made her squeal with laughter, clasping her elbows tightly to her sides and clenching her hands into tight fists as her hips wiggled this way and that as she struggled forward. The grip was playful, and loosened as Mona broke free of it, making the poor woman stumble forward a few steps before she turned around and accosted the culprit, who was exactly the person Mona had expected. "Jaynin! I told you not to do that!" she giggled, taking all of the force out of her reprimand, which was playful anyway. Despite her being the Principal and Jaynin being a Provost, Mona was relaxed in her attitude towards him, as she was with most people below her in the school heirarchy.

Sticking her tongue out at him as if to demonstrate this fact, Mona went into the trunk of her car and retrieved a canvas bag with green straps and hefted it onto her shoulder. "You know what happens when I get tickled!" she protested, still playfully, and the blonde-haired Provost nodded, an unapologetic grin on his face. They both knew quite well what happened when Mona got tickled, which had led to a rather close escape for Mona in the past week. Jaynin and Xsara V'sil, two people who never cooperated nor agreed on much anything, had both quietly taken one of Mona's feet into their laps, sitting on opposite sides of the table from each other and next to Mona who was at the head, and had proceeded to stroke and tease Mona's feet for the majority of a faculty meeting. This had the expected detrimental effect on Mona's self-control, and the pink-haired Principal was still not sure how she had managed to maintain a straight face throughout the whole meeting. For certain she didn't remember a word that had been spoken at that meeting.

"Come on. I found a very nice little place for us to spend a little time, away from the rest of the students. It'll give us a little peace and quiet and relax them a little bit once they see you're no longer around." Smiling, Jaynin led Mona to a path that wound up to the top of a small rock cliff that abutted the sea, and then down the inconspicuous and difficult to locate downward path that led them onto a twenty-foot strip of beach, closed in on both ends by jutting arms of rock, and quite isolated from the rest of the beach. "Here. I found this place a little while ago when I came down to the beach to check on things in preparation for the trip. We won't be disturbed here, and..." The rest of his words were lost in Mona's squeal of glee, who had immediately laid her bag down, pulled out a towel and then laid it on the sand in a beam of warm sunlight. He could only chuckle as Mona flipped off her shoes, took off her shirt and shorts to show her dazzling azure one-piece swimsuit, and then laid down on the towel, wearing an expression of happy contentment. Before long, her eyes had closed, and she had dozed off under the eye of the warm sun.

Mona felt slightly groggy when she awoke some time later. It might be expected when one dozes off in the middle of the day due to the warmth, but she had no desire to stir into wakefulness just yet, which delayed her body in fully coming back on-line from the inactivity of sleep. Mona just laid there, enjoying the cool feeling on her body that felt just right after being out in the sun for a while, and stretched luxuriantly as it made her tingle in just such a way as to be pleasant. It took her a moment to realize that there should be no such cool sensation on her body if she was laying out in the sun, and that her stretch had been restrained by a mass of cool, heavy, and soft material. Blinking, Mona realized that she could not see the rest of her body over a mound of sand, and that it was difficult to move her head much from the pillow of soft sand that had been gathered beneath her head. Despite this, she was able to notice a few things... One, that her feet still felt warm. They must not have been buried under the sand along with the rest of her, as it was now quite apparent that Mona had been buried in sand as a prank. That's what you get for falling asleep at the beach... and second, there was a blonde-haired, long-eared girl wearing an emerald green bikini laying across the mound of sand, so that her back was to Mona. Mona thought to ask this girl what she thought she was doing when she felt a soft touch at her feet.

It wasn't a probing touch, nor was it an especially malicious tickling touch, but it felt more as if... it were trying to brush off stray grains of sand from Mona's bare feet. Nevertheless it tickled, and Mona instead squealed, letting out a few giggles, and found that to her horror she was unable to struggle properly, because even her ankles had been buried in this heavy sand. The girl on top of the mound of sand didn't even seem to hear her, or if she had she didn't react at all, but Mona could see her arm moving ever so subtly, naming her as the culprit for this little gag... The touch moved slowly and methodically, and Mona could feel grains of sand being brushed from her feet, but it didn't make the gentle touch tickle any less. "Hehehe-hehehehe... stop, hey, stop that... whehehehehaaaa who are you? Stop it! Heeehehee! Don't do that!" Mona's cries of protest were also totally ignored, and when the last grains of sand were brushed away, the gentle brushing touch also stopped, leaving Mona a moment to catch her breath and stop giggling.

Or so she had hoped. The figure shifted, sitting up and straddling the mound of sand that covered Mona's body, her blonde hair hanging down between her shoulder blades. She flicked a stray hair out of one of her long ears and then set to work. Mona felt several fingers, gently and loosely held against her left heel, stroking upwards with just the barest of teasing touches, making quick, short strokes upwards. The fingers were kept limp because it helped them trace over the contours of Mona's foot, which sent her into another burst of laughter. She tried again to wiggle her way free of the sand, but it was too heavy for her to move and she was forced to suffer the nimble strokes of the girl's fingers against her left foot, stroking and stroking ever so slightly upwards with every repitition, now teasing her sole. The fingers hooked themselves just slightly, so that it seemed as if a curious kitten were pawing at the sensitive flesh with its soft and innocent touch, yet it seemed to drive Mona all the more into the arms of hysteria which now embraced her. Mona cried out, laughing herself silly and trying to raise her voice and call for help, thinking that surely someone would notice the racket and come look, but she had failed to remember that the design of this hidden cove drowned out external sound, between the natural barrier of the rocks to either side and the crashing of the waves against said rocks. Still the fingers trekked higher, touching the ball of her foot, now under her toes... and with a whisking motion, they drew up above the level of Mona's foot, leaving the pink-haired Principal panting and giggling with exertion, despite the fact that she hadn't really been tickled all that hard. Worse yet was to come.

From the ground beside her the yellow-haired girl who looked suspiciously familiar drew something and brushed sand from its length, then bent over Mona's right foot to begin work on it as well. Mona was curious for the brief second in which she did not know what was happening, and then the soft skittering feeling which bloomed beneath her toes informed her of what the object was that the girl had picked up. "NEEHHEHEHEHEEHEHEH!!! NO hahaAHAHAHAHH nehehehehehEHEHEHE not a fehheehehehe-heheheahahaha--eeheee FEATHER!!!" The feather's agile tip brushed in a straight line from beneath Mona's toes straight down to her soft sole, where it lingered, stroking slowly upward in one long, languid motion, then brushing downward with multiple short strokes, wiggling side to side and following an unpredictable path around the center of her foot. Mona seemed to cry out harder with laughter when that feather stroked anywhere near her instep, which drew the attention of the golden-haired tormentor and caused the introduction of her fingers to that spot, prompting an intricate dance between her finger and the feather's tip that stepped to the tune of Mona's howling laughter.

Mona couldn't remember when she had been tickled this hard. Well, maybe that was a lie... Mona had always been very ticklish. But buried in sand with her vulnerable feet tickled... Every touch was sending a panic alarm of ticklish sensation shooting through her nerves, only to be answered by the helpless certainty of total immobility, and all that could be done was to expend that energy in squealing laughter. Mona's cheeks turned red and she was sure that she would start to leak tears, because there was no letup in this tickling, only slow and constant stroking at her vulnerable sole, driving her into a twilight madness of screeching giggles and incoherent pleas for mercy. Somehow having both of her instruments of torment focused onto one small area made the tickling sensation all the more devilish, doubly so from its gentle and seemingly nonchalant execution. Mona wasn't sure how long the finger and the feather tip danced around on her soles, just that when her laughter seemed to wane in even the slightest degree, the feather tip slid over to her instep and stroked several times, producing tidal waves of ticklish sensation that battered at Mona's weakening grip on sanity.

It was painfully obvious now that her tormentor was a very familiar elf who seemed quite delighted at Mona's plight, who was giggling with every wave of laughter that wracked Mona's squirming body. She happened to glance backwards for a fraction of a second to inspect Mona's pink-cheeked face and glimmery eyes, and Mona caught a flash of emerald green not only in her torturer's swimsuit but also in her eyes. Who had blonde hair, pointy ears, and green eyes? The answer was torn from Mona's grasp as she felt a new, sinister tool enter into the equation, one that sent every nerve in her body jumping with a sensation like an electric shock. A backscratcher, a wooden one with slightly roughened fingers for optimal scratching, was now assaulting the tender flesh of her left instep in a slow up and down motion, entirely unhurried, but torturing like the touch of a demon nonetheless. Mona's eyes and mouth opened wide in a scream of laughter, her neck bending just slightly, enough to suggest that her back would have arched a foot into the air had it been able. Caught as it was in a twilight of torturous tickling, Mona's mind grasped onto the last metaphor and took it off into a quiet place, trying to ignore the tickling flooding the nerve centers of the rest of her mind. Would a demon's touch torture like that? Furthermore, would demons even tickle her like this? The current circumstances of course spawned an image in Mona's mind of a dark-haired demon with a female form, slightly purple skin, glowing blue eyes and leathery bat's wings, and hooves instead of feet whose long nails reached out and stroked the unbelievably soft flesh of her soles --

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Mona screamed, though whether that was in response to the nightmare scenario her mind had conjured or to the fact that the naughty elf girl had introduced a second backscratcher onto her right instep, she wasn't sure herself. Both backscratchers were stroking in perfect time, manipulated with perfect dexterity so that they did not waver or err in the slightest in their slow torture of Mona's skin, but simply revisited the same areas over and over again. Repitition of a meaningless sensation was the basis of Chinese water torture, and carried to extremes it was maddening. It was the repeating of the same sensation over and over again... the principle held true here as well, or so it seemed to Mona. Instead of becoming dulled with time and familiarity, it seemed as if each stroke only served to madden her further, sending ever-higher impulses of laughter shooting through her body to explode in a tortured giggle through her lips. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke... Mona couldn't take her mind off of it. The sensitive insteps of her feet were awash in a fiery tingle of tickling, raised to a terrifyingly sensitive level by the soft teasing of finger and feather.

As if her very thought had triggered the elf's thought processes, she set the backscratchers aside and began to knead something between her hands. Mona couldn't tell what it was, could just hear that it slapped lightly against her skin and crinkled lightly when kneaded, but the process took a sufficient amount of time that Mona was able to recover enough to find her voice again. "Jelex... that's quite enough, really... you've had your fun, now let me go." Mona did have the minor satisfaction of seeing the elf girl jump in surprise as her name was uttered, but she soon regained her composure, kneading whatever it was between her hands a little while longer, and then bending down to put her hands to Mona's soles, turning around to look while she did so.

Mona let out a soft cry as Jelex's hands touched her feet. Whatever she had been holding, it had been very cold, and now the coldness of Jelex's hands was being rubbed into her feet by a fairly skillful foot massage on the elf's part. Jelex looked back at Mona and just smiled, shaking her head. "Well... you're right, it is a lot of fun, but believe it or not, that's not the actual point of all this." It was about this time that Mona realized Jaynin should have been here, seeing as he was the one who had led her to this cove and had been there when she'd fallen asleep. Either he was in on this, or he'd been drawn off... and if he'd been drawn off, then the person who had a one hundred percent guaranteed chance to do it was the raven-haired Xsara V'sil. But hadn't they acted in concert to torment her before? So what exactly was going on here, and what was Jelex talking about? Thinking about all of this was difficult, though. The foot massage and the cold had her nerves scrambling to readjust to the new sensation, and whether or not she particularly enjoyed the idea, the sensation was pleasant on her feet, enough so that they flexed and stretched in response to it. For a few minutes this cold foot massage went on, and then finally Jelex rubbed her hands together and blew on them, then held her palms out to the sun.

With another soft cry Mona felt the rays of the sun starting to play over her feet now that Jelex's hands were gone, and that felt even better than before, the warm rays making her soft soles tingle with sensation, and Mona actually let herself close her eyes and relax to enjoy the feeling of it, forgetting for a moment the tickle torturing elf girl and being buried in sand... Her feet seemed to produce a warm, gentle tingling that spread down through her legs and the rest of her body, though a significant portion of it lodged in her belly and spread warmth all around. "Ahhh.... AHHHHHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!" Mona screeched as the backscratcher touched unexpectedly on her sole again, teasing and tickling at the sensitive insteps on both feet, stroking with that maddening slowness and synchronization... "JEHEHEHEHEH HAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEH EJEHEHEH JELEX PLEHEHEHEHEHEEHHEAHAHAHAHAH AAHAHAH PEEEHEHAHAHAH PLEASE STOP!!!" Mona cried, unable to take a second round of torture, yet it seemed as if once again the elf was going to ignore her panicked cries and go on with this tickling that she claimed had some larger point beyond just being a prank...

"Passwords," Jelex said cryptically, just as the pair of backscratchers applied more pressure to the soft insteps of Mona's feet. Purposely, and rather perversely, she waited for Mona to laugh herself silly asking what that was supposed to mean, all the while making it harder for her to answer with deliberate tickling of her worst points. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke... "Passwords," Jelex said again once Mona had managed to gasp and giggle out a question that she deemed coherent enough to merit an answer. "What I mean is... you know, computer passwords to log on to your account, to access the servers, and that also means key combinations for any electronic or combination locks that you keep important things behind... and that reminds me, too, any keys or whatnot that you keep hidden away to open locked doors, I want to know where those are too." Predictably, Mona responded with a reflexive "no" response, though it was mostly lost in laughter, and this gave Jelex the excuse to just tickle all the more. Jelex just waited, tickling and saying nothing more than repeating her original demand for "Passwords".

Jelex in the meantime concentrated on extracting the maximum amount of laughter from Mona, figuring that now was her time to have fun. With her tongue between her teeth and face set in an expression of perverse concentration, Jelex leaned over so she could see exactly which areas of Mona's feet produced the most laughter, exploring with one backscratcher while she kept a steady scratching going with the other, and reveling in the sound of Mona's screaming laughter... Hot on the trail of a soft spot, Jelex almost missed the nonsensical phrase that Mona was now screaming, and she had to stop tickling for a moment so she could ask Mona to repeat whatever the hell she'd just said... "Jawbreakers," Mona panted. "J-4-W-B-R-3-A-K-3-R-S. Th-thahahahah that's the password I use for eheheheehah everything," she confessed with a blush, still pink-cheeked and teary-eyed from this latest round of tickle torture, as well as letting slip a little bit of her secret identity as an Internet nerd. Jelex giggled at hearing this password, chuckling and shaking her head as she returned to the backscratchers, and with her left hand, guided the backscratcher to a very precise spot on Mona's left sole, in the very center...

"It's very sloppy of you to use the same password for everything," Jelex chided, giggling and totally ignoring the fact that Mona had started to scream with heaven-rending laughter, perhaps even loud enough to attract attention over the natural sound barriers, but she spoke as if Mona was doing no such thing. "But then again I guess it was sloppy of whoever hired you to overlook the fact that your feet are so ticklish... Just think about it. You've given up sensitive school information because I've tickled your feet for a while... Xsara looked like she was a jackrabbit on crack in a straight-jacket, but she didn't actually break. Then again, I guess I've worked you over quite a bit harder than I did her..." Mona's eyes went wide at this, but she couldn't offer any commentary on it because she was simply laughing too hard to do so, her body electrified and flooded to overstimulation by insane amounts of ticklish sensation coursing through her nerves. "Though that reminds me... you haven't told me if there's anything else I need to know, but while we're at it, you're also going to agree to make me your close personal advisor on... educational matters." Jelex giggled at saying that, though she was slightly disappointed that the center of Mona's right sole did not also harbor an intense ticklish weak point. "You can tell me where those things are then... right? Well, Mona?"

Mona wasn't sure if she could possibly make a coherent response to that, much less weigh the consequences of her actions before answering. But then, that was the point, wasn't it? Mona felt lost within the labyrinth of her own laughter, trapped and unable to get out, her only constant companion the scratching of the wooden fingers on her soles. Scritch... scritch... scritch... perfect harmony, perfect torture, over and over and over again until Mona's gaze became unfocused, glazed eyes staring up at the blue sky. Maybe she was becoming detached from the constant overstimulation... Mona held out hope for that, but the clawing fingers of ticklish torment embraced her consciousness and dragged her back down to the hell of tickle-torture. There was no longer any room for internal debate or weighing of the facts. All that remained in Mona's mind was the jittery, convulsing and unpredictable ticklish sensation and a rapidly growing urge that knew no consideration and was prepared to pay any price... "NOOOHEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH STOOOOOOP! HEHEHEHEHEEHEH OOOHEHEHEHE OOOOKAAAY!!! I GIVE!!! I GIVE UP!" Mona squealed, and in that blessed moment, the ticklish sensation made one more stroke and then began to subside as the offending source of sensation was removed. Smiling and giggling foolishly, giving thanks that the ordeal was now finally over, Mona barely registered that Jelex was leaning over her, wearing a wide grin. "Hahhhh... hahhh... hahhh..."

Given her semi-stuporous state, it was no surprise that Jelex's sudden kiss to the lips caught Mona totally off guard. That sensation spread through her nerves like a flame through gasoline, spreading to all corners of her body in an instant and then igniting in a hot, tingling fire that made her squirm. For several interminable seconds the elf girl's lips stayed sealed to hers, and then finally Jelex drew back, brushing her blonde hair from her face and grinning. "I'm glad you saw things my way. I'll come by your office some time this week and we can work out those... pesky details. And if you even think of trying to go back on the deal or talk about it to someone else, well... I'll leave that to your imagination." Jelex actually had no idea how Mona would be monitored or punished in such a case, but she had been assured that such things would be taken care of if necessary. "Now just be good and wait. Someone will come by to dig you out in just a minute." Jelex stood and walked away, trying to stalk confidently, but her legs wobbled with the thrill of knowing the Principal's weakness, knowing it and having it all to herself...

From above, a dark-haired figure watched Jelex begin to climb the path up the cliff face, and saw that the pink dot of Mona's head was still stuck in the sand. Grinning slightly, she turned and walked briskly down the path, feeling her own thrill of excitement. This was starting to get very interesting indeed...