Dormitories 2B-2

Curiosity perhaps overriding your better judgement, you inch up a little bit more and cock your ear towards the conversation below. "So, what are you two doing? Bumming around all day in your PJs?" the elfish blonde girl asks, teasingly. In your mind you quickly christen them with names. The girl who guided you up into the vent becomes the blonde girl, the other blonde girl with the odd hairstyle is the goofy blonde, and the other is the pink-haired girl.

"Well, we only got up just awhile ago," the pink-haired girl says with a giggle. "Why are you so interested?"

"No reason," the blonde replies with a grin, and the goofy blonde and pink-haired girl exchange glances before giggling and rushing her. The suddenness of their movement and the volume of their voices startles you. Worse, you bang your head on the top of the duct as they wrestle the blonde girl to the bed, the goofy blonde and pink-haired girl taking positions atop her. Their activity ceases at the resounding bang caused by your head knocking against the duct. Cursing under your breath, you try to crawl backwards, only to  have a loud creak totally give you away. In a clammy, sweaty panic, you hurriedly crawl back to the maintenance room and jump down the ladder, flying out the door and scurrying down the hallway.

As you pass the door to the room the girls are in, it suddenly swings inwards and four female hands grab and pull you inside. You gulp as the door shuts behind you, the goofy blonde and pink-haired girl giving you appraising stares. You wish you had stuck with your initial impulse to leave things as they were and are preparing yourself for the worst when both girls giggle. "Oh, don't look so scared, you're the third person she's conned into this just this week," the pink-haired girl reassures you. "It's not really your fault. You were just passing through, right? And she came up and offered to give you a chance to spy on some girls!" You nod, realizing that's not the exact truth but close enough, and if she's not going to blame you, why buy trouble? "Here, you can help us get her ready."

The goofy blonde giggles, her tassles of hair swaying as she nods. "Just hold her for a minute while we tie her up. Then you can watch, okay?" You nod, glad to get their minds past any notion of intrusion or spying. Surprisingly, though, the blonde on the bed winks at you.

The next few minutes are a total flurry of motion, giggling, screeching, and loud noises. On command, you help to flip the blonde onto her stomach, bend her knees back so her heels are near the small of her back - she is very flexible, the pink-haired girl explains - and hold her legs while her ankles are tied, then help bring the blonde's wrists behind her back so they can be tied together and ultimately tied to her ankles, effectively hogtying her facedown on the bed. The utility of this is immediately recognizable as the two girls giggle and shoo you into a chair so they can work. You watch them with rapt fascination. First her boots are unlaced quickly by the girls' deft fingers, then tossed haphazardly onto the floor, followed soon by her socks. You notice that due to the blonde's choice of attire, her sides need no work to expose them.

The level of the blonde's helplessness is immediately evident as the two pajama-clad girls set to work on her. The goofy blonde, her hair settling and pooling on the bed as the long tassels drift around, lightly scratches on the blonde's sides. Immediately, she bursts into giggling, and tries to roll and toss around, but in her current position the best she can manage is to roll so that one side is covered by the bed, which exposes her other side to even greater attacks. The net effect is that she begins rocking back and forth on the bed, trying vainly to cover each exposed area. This lasts until the pink-haired girl slowly rakes her nails along the blonde's soles.

This sends the blonde into a muffled burst of laughter, her ankles rolling around and her rocking motions temporarily ceasing as her feet concentrate on trying to evade their tormentors. The pink-haired girl is very methodical, running her nails from heel to the ball of her foot, then wiggling her toes around a little before descending and tracing circles on the blonde's heels. However, once the goofy blonde makes her fingers known again, the blonde's body faces an immediate quandary; she doesn't have enough coordination to resist both tickling motions at once, and when she tries, she ends up resisting neither, her body reduced to quaking and giggling spasmodically as the girls now have total and unimpeded access to their spots of choice. They giggle and wink at you, while the blonde's head tosses back and forth, and you can see her face contorted in helpless laughter every time she faces you.

Slowly but steadily, the girls pick up the pace, until the blonde is quite literally a giggling wreck on the bed, damp spots on the sheets where her mouth is from her constant laughing and probably a little drooling. Her tugs at the sheets which hold her ankles and wrists, once frantic and energetic, have dwindled to nothing, although her feet have been given a slight break due to the fact that the pink-haired girl has changed spots to worm her fingers under the blonde's arms. This drives her totally crazy and it's only now do you realize that you hear pleas to stop intermixed with the laughter. Surprisingly, at least to you, the pajama-clad ticklers do stop, allowing the blonde to regain her breath.

"Are you going to stop spying now? And getting others in trouble by telling them to crawl up in that vent?" The pink-haired girl giggles as she asks the question, teasing the blonde by gently tickling her back.

"Yehehe... yes, I'll stop, I give, you win," the blonde says in surrender, and you get the feeling this has happened a few times before. You don't know if this was actually her plan or not, but the two girls giggle and wink at you, then the goofy blonde says, "Well, we've had our fun for today. I guess we had better change into some regular clothes." You take the hint and let yourself out. Still and all, you feel pretty good. Most guys sneaking into a girls' dorm would have earned themselves a beating or worse.

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