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 �>�Hazing The Swim Team by MissAriel

   Part 5

   I plead in vain as Stacy gleefully begins to rub her fingers down the
soles of my feet.   -�Nooooo! -� I shout fruitlessly into the void.  The
tickling sensation is immediate and lightning strikes my erogenous zone.  I
let out the most hideous shrieks I -(TM)ve ever had the displeasure of
hearing myself bellow, and there is no doubt amongst either the men -(TM)s
or the women -(TM)s swim teams that they have, indeed, found my most
ticklish spot.

    -�Oh, wow, -� Stacy says with serenity.   -�This must really tickle,
Kelsi. -�

    -�No, ha, ha, shit, ha, Stay, ha, Cee, -� I reply, my spunky and
defiant attitude coming out, but my bravado is empty, the gesture
meaningless, as I continue to make the most humiliating sounds.  I squirm
and I writhe, my entire body shakes, my breasts violently jiggle and shake,
my nipples harden, and I think to myself I have no secrets left to hide
from these monsters.

    -�Holy shit, bro, look at the way her boobs bounce! -�

    -�Wicked! -�

    -�It -(TM)s, ha, ha, too much!  Ha, ha, ha, please, ha, ha, stop, -� I
beg, and to my surprise, the tickling stops.  The parade of cheering ends
and the proceedings come to a halt.

   Stacy -(TM)s siren-like voice whispers into my ear,  -�You okay,
sweetie? Just say the word and I -(TM)ll take care of you.  You don -(TM)t
have to do anything you don -(TM)t want to. -� My first impression of Stacy
was a kind of ditzy blonde, a klutz whose only purpose on the team was to
do the Captain -(TM)s bidding, but I was so wrong.  Stacy is a sweetheart.
Her heartfelt concern for my well-being touches me.  When I said stop, the
first thing she did was check to see if I was okay.

   I have an option to leave.  All of my friends from school would expect
me to.  Sophia, no doubt, would say, that -(TM)s exactly what Kelsi did. 
They turned up the heat, tickled her feet, and Kelsi ran out white as a
sheet.

   Sophia -(TM)s not stupid.  She knows how much I hate tickling.  She
knows I would do anything, say anything to escape it.  She knows that when
Stacy says I don -(TM)t have to do this anymore, Kelsi would say, yes,
please, I -(TM)m ready to go home.  And on any other day, she -(TM)d be
right.

    -�No, -� I say, surprised to hear my own words enter into the air.  
-�I want to be on the team. -� I see Stacy give me a grin, a genuine smile,
a smile that you can only truly appreciate by seeing it in her eyes.  And
then I add,  -�But maybe you could stop tickling my feet? -�

   Stacy gives me a warm, consoling smile.   -�Sorry, sweetie, it -(TM)s
all or nothing. -�

   I give a hesitant nod.  The two senior girls to Stacy -(TM)s side hold
down my legs and I -(TM)m now powerless to kick or halt Stacy -(TM)s
advances.  Stacy -(TM)s soft, angel-like, yet demonically evil, fingers dig
in once more into my incredibly sensitive feet.   -�Waaaah, -� I shriek, 
-�Wah, ha, ha, oh, God, it, tickles, ha, so, wah, ha, ha, much! -� I cry
out.  Unable to move anything except my torso, I twist and turn, I shriek
and howl.  The pure torture of Stacy -(TM)s fingers touching my soles
envelops my consciousness.  I feel my breasts bounce and jiggle and my poor
nipples ache with a double-sided pleasure.

   The clamorous cheers of the jury once more fill the room.

    -�Woohoo!  Go Kelsi! -� Again, the guys chant my name.  Kelsi, Kelsi,
Kelsi!  My performance as a shy, reluctant ticklee is clearly driving them
wild, but to me, it -(TM)s no performance, there is no acting.  I am
unbelievably, incontrovertibly, without a shadow of a doubt, really fucking
ticklish, and I cannot believe I voluntarily agreed to let this happen.

   But it -(TM)s too much.  I thrash and I squirm, my body involuntarily
jiggling in a humiliating and titillating fashion to the boys -(TM)
delight. No matter how much I pull my feet away, I -(TM)m unable to escape
Stacy -(TM)s angel-like claws.  I don -(TM)t know what to do.  I don -(TM)t
want to give up, I want to be a part of the team, but I also can -(TM)t
take much more of this.  I -(TM)m reaching my limits.  Trepidation creeps
up on me like a slimy, slithering snake, and goosebumps crawl on my skin as
I realize I -(TM)m reaching the end of the line.  It -(TM)s too much, I
think.  If this goes on much longer, I -(TM)m going to break.

   In a moment of acute horror, my survival instincts kick in, and without
even thinking the consequences, I blurt out,  -�You can take my panties off
if you stop tickling my feet! -�

   Dead silence.  The entire room is stunned by my outburst.  But it does
not take long for the jury to lend their approval.  Great idea, Kelsi. 
Bro, do you think the carpets match the drapes?  I always wanted to see
that bubble butt in its full glory.  I thought I had no secrets left to
reveal, but how wrong I was, as the consequences of my thoughtless outburst
come back to haunt me.

   The bench is removed from underneath me and my legs gently fall to the
ground.  My feet touch the cold concrete of the locker room for the first
time and I shiver.  I feel the frigid, icy air, the consequence of my
nudity, yet also the blistering heat of ecstasy, my body drenched in sweat.

   I feel Stacy -(TM)s soft fingers hook into the sides of my panties, and
inside, I cry, please no, not my panties.  Where once I looked at them in
disdain, my child-like underwear printed with hearts, I now feel
apologetic, their incredibly important job of preserving my flower, my
dignity, coming to the forefront.  No, I think, please don -(TM)t leave me.
But my internal begging is in vain as my panties slide slowly down my legs,
revealing my precious flower, a trimmed landing strip, but otherwise
completely smooth.

    -�I knew it, bro, I knew it!  She totally is a natural blonde! -�

    -�Woohoo, Kelsi, I love you! -� A random guy with a huge boner shouts
out.  I blush.  I am mortified, both by the loss of my panties, that the
boys -(TM) swim team has discovered that I am, in fact, a true blonde, and
by this filthy boy -(TM)s proclamation of love with his absolutely
ridiculous speedo-contained banana-like fucking boner.

    -�Turn her around, turn her around, -� the jury cheers, and I feel
Stacy -(TM)s graceful arms turning me to the other side.

    -�Bro, that ass, am I right? -�

    -�Dude, I think this is, like, the best night of my entire life. -�

    -�Bro, this is, like, the most amazing thing I -(TM)ve ever seen. -�

   My face burns with fire.  How dare they, I think, but I -(TM)m
completely powerless.  My arms are bound to the ceiling and my last sliver
of dignity has been stripped away.  My only consolation is that this could
not get any worse.

    -�Well, time to get back to tickling, -� Stacy whispers in my ear and
my heart skips a beat.  Fuck.  No, no, no, no.  It -(TM)s not over?  I gave
up my panties.  Come.  On.  They saw my fucking pussy!  They ogled at my
ass!  You -(TM)re telling me that -(TM)s not enough!?

   Dozens of fingers dig into the deepest recesses of my body.  Nothing is
sacred.  My underarms, my breasts, my ribcage, my thighs, my butt, nothing
is off limits to these girls...  nothing except my feet, which in a moment
of desperation, I traded my panties to protect.  I squirm and thrash with a
relentless force that Stacy and her partners in crime had not seen before,
but it only invigorates them to tickle me harder.  My butt facing the boys
-(TM) swim team, I feel its every jiggle and bounce as it involuntarily
shakes.  The guys love it and they are not shy about letting me know.

    -�Woohoo, Kelsi, shake that booty! -�

    -�Bro, I didn -(TM)t even know it could bounce like that. -�

   I squeak and squirm, I twist and thrash, I howl and cackle as my
laughter echoes through the room, but I am powerless to do anything except
surrender to Stacy -(TM)s vixen-like teasing.  Internally, I beg for it to
end, but it doesn -(TM)t.  I -(TM)m not even sure I want it end as my
nether regions ignite, but no, I think, I don -(TM)t want this, my mind
split in two.

   I -(TM)m turned around again and again, as the jury can -(TM)t seem to
decide if they prefer to see my bouncing breasts or my jiggling ass as
Stacy and her friends teach me new definitions of what it means to suffer,
their fingers delightfully glazing my sensitive skin all over my body. 
Suffering?  You love this, Kelsi.  My confession makes me crimson with
shame and I don -(TM)t think I -(TM)ll ever live this down.  But I don
-(TM)t have long to contemplate the future, as the sounds of the boys
cheering and my own laughter interrupt my every thought.

   Even worse, Sean does not relent, he does not give me an inch of peace,
his eyes glued to mine at every opportunity.  Note to self.  Transfer. 
Out. Of.  That.  Class.

   After what feels like hours, the tickling session comes to an end, and
Stacy begins to release me from my bondage.  But hours it has not been.  I
read the clock and it -(TM)s only 8:50 p.m..

    -�That -(TM)s enough, ladies.  Let her down.  I -(TM)ve got to go. 
Take care of her, will you, Stacy? -� The Captain abruptly leaves the
locker room, and I can only guess it has something to do with Passions.  I
-(TM)m left in Stacy -(TM)s capable arms.

   When I see Julie and Isabella rushing towards me, I can only imagine
they -(TM)ve come to make fun of me for my humiliating ordeal.  But to my
surprise, they don -(TM)t do that at all.  Instead, in my dazed state of
confusion, they begin to help me get dressed.

    -�Holy shit, Kelsi, you -(TM)ve got more balls than the entire boys
-(TM) swim team put together.  I can -(TM)t believe you went through with
that, -� Isabella says, beaming at me.   -�Girl, seriously, I -(TM)m
impressed.  I -(TM)m sorry for being a bitch earlier.  Friends? -�

   I give her a hazy nod and return a smile.   -�Friends. -�

    -�You did it, Kelsi! -� Julie cheers and almost knocks me off my feet
when she hugs me.   -�That was so brave.  I don -(TM)t think I could have
done it.  Hearing the boys swim team talk about my body in such a filthy
way?  No, I couldn -(TM)t.  Girl, you might be the strongest person I
-(TM)ve ever met. -� I embrace Julie.

   Despite my misgivings about the Captain -(TM)s  -~team bonding exercise
-(TM), I must admit, there were some positives.  I think I -(TM)ve made two
lifelong friends.  Through the trauma of our initiation and the most
difficult trial I -(TM)ve ever faced, I am now bonded with Julie and
Isabella in a way that no one else could understand.  I have everything I
ever wanted: good friends, a team that believes in me, and a completely
ridiculous story about a sexy banana eating contest.  I -(TM)m going to be
all right, I think.

   As a bonus, I -(TM)ve made an important step in overcoming my body
shyness.  I think I might even be able to change in the locker room without
feeling embarrassed or nervous now.  Showering in a public stall?  Hell no.
One step at a time, okay?

   With my hour-long initiation finally over, Julie and I make our way
towards the exit.  On my way out, I see Isabella chatting up a feisty
looking Stacy in the corner of my eye.   -�If you were impressed by the
banana, wait until you see what I can do with a peach. -�

   *Epilogue  -" One Day Later  -" English Class*

    -�Hey, Kelsi, -� Sean says.   -�Glad to see you.  I didn -(TM)t uh, get
a chance to talk to you after the, uh, thing, but I just wanted to say,
like, you know... -� I almost don -(TM)t recognize him with all his clothes
on.  He -(TM)s really awkward.  He -(TM)s not exactly prince charming when
it comes to talking to girls.  But he doesn -(TM)t need to be.  If you
-(TM)d seen what he looks like in a speedo, you -(TM)d understand my
meaning.

    -�You know...? -� I reply quizzically.  I -(TM)m trying to act cool,
but I -(TM)m totally not.  I -(TM)m sweating bullets.  My crush is talking
to me and he -(TM)s the nervous one?  Sophia will never believe me.

    -�That I like, you know, I think you -(TM)re cool.  I thought your
whole thing the other day was like, really far out and brave, you know? 
What I -(TM)m trying to say is, like, do you want to hang out? -� Sean
asks.

   I smile and whisper in his ear the most banger line I can think of on
the fly.   -�I need to pick up some bananas.  Want to come? -�