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Siren was frustrated.

Hazing new sorority members with tickle torture usually went off without a hitch, but this girl, this- Amanda Rin, was it?- was enjoying the damned tickling! No matter how long or how hard they attacked her with their wide variety of tickling tools, she did nothing but happily play along, even when her socks and shirt were pulled off to give them access to her tender skin. Even while thoroughly exhausted and crying from laughter, she still held a happy grin through the entire thing.

Siren scowled as she threw down the spiked wheel she had been going to town on Amanda’s oil-covered feet with. She had another sorority member get her a brush and some hot soapy water, using it to scrub the oil off of Amanda’s soles. Fueled by rage and frustration, she dug into Amanda’s skin with the brush as hard as she could, launching her into a hysteric laughing fit, but still somehow loving the whole experience.

“Okay, bitch, what is your deal?!” Siren demanded as she threw down the brush. “What does it take to break you?!”

“I mean...I’ve never been broken before, so...I don’t know.” Amanda panted out apologetically. “No matter how hard get tickled, I still enjoy it.”

“What a pain in the ass.” Siren groaned. “What am I going to do with you?”

She began dragging one of her finely-pedicured fingernails down Amanda’s flushed soles, drawing out more giggles from her. As she pulled her finger away though, she noticed Amanda wince. Curious, she began outlining her toes as softly as possible, drawing out more wincing and squirming from her captive prey.

“Now what’s this?” Siren raised an eyebrow. “I thought you liked tickling?”

“Y-yeah, but this doesn’t really feel like I-him being t-tickled.” Amanda stammered out as Siren continued lightly tracing her soles. “I-it feheels more like s-something crawhaling on mehehe!”

“Oh, I see.” Siren withdrew her hands and put one on her chin to think. “Knismesis vs gargalesis. Most people react so strongly to gargalesis that I totally forgot about the other one.”

“So...what does that mean?” Amanda asked nervously.

“It means I just figured out how to break you.” Siren licked her lips sadistically. “Girls, get me some itching powder and the softest feathers we have. Things just got a lot more interesting~”
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“OHO MY GOOOOOOOOOD, PLEHEASE STOP!” Amanda squealed, writhing uselessly against her restraints. “I CAHAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!”

“That’s the idea, bitch.” Siren sneered, lightly drawing a feather over Amanda’s soles. “You wasted a lot of our time here today. It’s time for payback.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHO!”

After using gloves to cover Amanda’s soles in a thick layer of itching power, Siren had taken the smoothest feather she could find and begun working it up and down her captive’s feet, making the itching sensation just that much worse for poor Amanda.

“Hey girls, this isn’t a one-person operation over here.” Siren said, gesturing at the pile of feathers that had been collected and placed next to her. “How about a little audience participation, please?”

The other sorority girls, knowing what was in for them if they incurred Siren’s wrath (and honestly itching to satisfy their own sadistic streaks a bit) quickly complied, each grabbing a feather and surrounding Amanda on all sides. Siren motioned for them to wait and looked Amanda directly in the eyes.

“P-please, don’t do this.” Amanda pleaded, feeling her heart drop as she saw the feathers being raised up around her. The itching powder on her feet made it difficult to talk without stammering, but she tried her best to keep her sentences coherent. “I-Ihi’ll do anything for you! C-Clean the bathroom! Wash the dishes! C-cover up tax f-fraud! A-anything!”

“Anything*” Siren stood up and leaned over Amanda, putting a finger under her chin to lift her head towards hers.

“A-anything, anything!” Amanda sputtered out.

The fear in her voice was tangible.

Jackpot.

“Well, I guess there is one thing I want you to do for me.” Siren pretended to muse.

“Wh-whatever i-it is, I-i’ll d-do it!” Amanda’s stuttering only increased as the awful sensation of the itching powder slowly ate away at her ability to think.

“Okay then, you want to know what I want you to do for me?” Siren asked mockingly.

“Y-y-y-yes, yes! Plehehease!”

“Alrighty then, if you insist.”

Siren leaned in closer, placing her head just inches away from Amanda’s twitching face.

“What I want you do for me right now...” Siren’s face erupted into a twisted grin. “Is suffer.”

“Wh-what are yOU NO NO NO, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP, PLEASE STOHOHOP!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Siren had snapped her fingers and sat back down in front of Amanda’s feet, picking up her feather as the rest of the sorority moved in and proceeded to give Amanda the knismesis experience of a lifetime.

Amanda screamed and bucked against her restraints, efforts that proved useless as the girls kept on dusting her body with their devilishly soft tools, creating a full-body itching sensation the likes of which Amanda had never experienced before.

“NONONONONO, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE, MERCY, MERCYHYHY!” Amanda begged at the top of her lungs, hoping against hope that someone would listen to her cries and take pity on her.

That did not happen.

Instead, the feathering only intensified, with the sorority girls whirling the feathers around her exposed skin at faster and faster speeds until Amanda had become a screaming, gargling mess as her mind was overwhelmed by the sheer over-stimulation being inflicted on her.

Siren, for her part, was far and away the most devilish with her feather, daintily moving it across Amanda’s soles with the type of expert precision that would make an engineer weep. For now, though, Amanda was the only one weeping, and her pitiful, garbled cries for help gave Siren such a rush of erotic satisfaction that she had to actively stop herself from climaxing right then and there.

Amanda’s maddening torture would carry on into the early hours of the morning until she finally fell unconscious, after which Siren allowed the other girls to leave. She patiently waited for Amanda to wake up, applying a new layer of itching powder to the poor girl’s feet to replace the powder that had been brushed off by her activity with her feather during the night.

The itching sensation eventually became too much for the sleeping girl’s brain to ignore, and she woke up squirming as her eyes sluggishly blinked open. Initially confused, she caught sight of Siren sneering at her from her feet, and she abruptly remembered what had happened to her. Too exhausted to scream, all she could manage was a quiet whimper, with the utter despair it carried sending a jolt of satisfaction through Siren’s body.

“Shhhhh, shh, shh, shh.” Siren took off her gloves and began rubbing Amanda’s legs. “You wouldn’t want to make too much noise and make me punish you again, would you?”

Amanda’s eyes widened in fear, and she quickly shook her head.

“Don’t just shake your head at me.” Siren narrowed her eyes. “Answer me when I ask you something.”

Amanda gulped and whispered out something barely audible.

“What was that?” Siren put a hand up to her ear. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Amanda mumbled something out again, a bit louder this time.

“Either my ears are stuffed with cotton, or you’re not giving me a proper answer.” Siren tsked, looking down at her disapprovingly. “Use your voice, slut.”

“P-please...” Amanda stammered out, using a regular speaking voice this time. “Please don’t punish me again.”

“Oooh, sorry hun, wish I could, but you were just a bit too loud there.” Siren picked up her feather and placed her attention back on Amanda’s feet. “How about...oh, three hours or so? Does that sound fair?”

Amanda wanted to reply, to beg her to stop like her life depended on it, but fear completely gripped her body, rendering her unable to speak. As she felt the feather begin moving slowly across her feet again, she silently began to sob, feeling completely trapped and, as Siren had promised, broken.

Siren noticed these silent sobs and observed Amanda’s body gradually stop pulling against her restraints. Her mind broken, she had no choice but to accept her fate, and her body accepted that, resigning itself to unknown hours of further torture.

As far as Siren was concerned, this was incredible. She often left her victims as crying, screaming messes, but this was the first time she had seen someone broken to the point where they silently accepted their fate. The feeling of absolute power that washed over her in that moment was almost maddening in its rush, leaving her feeling a sense of utter fulfillment she had never experienced before.

“...Holy shit.” Siren panted, actively fighting the overwhelming urge to climax. “This...this is new.”

Siren undid Amanda’s restraints and began lightly twirling her fingers around the broken girl’s soles, taking a sick pleasure in the knowledge that she could no longer fight back. Another despaired whimper was the only reaction Amanda was able to give, and it only served to feed her sadistic tormentor’s ravenous appetite.

As she went on dancing her fingers across Amanda’s feet, Siren began to feel like something was off, but she couldn’t quite place it. She looked at her tools- the itching powder, the feather, her gloves- nothing was missing, so what-

Wait a minute.

Her gloves.

She stared silently at the disposable hand coverings lying on the ground next to her, slowly coming down from her high and processing what was going on here. Slowly, she moved her head and looked back up at her hands.

Her bare hands.

The ones touching Amanda’s feet.

The feet she had just covered in a fresh layer of itching dust.

...

Well.

Shit.

She took off towards the bathroom as her hands began burning with an unbearable itching sensation. To Amanda’s surprise, after Siren had left the room, a sorority girl with red hair walked in carrying a brush and a bucket of hot soapy water.

“Yeah, she...kinda does that a lot.” The sorority member grinned sheepishly. “She totally gets off on bullying people into oblivion, but she’s not very good at keeping herself out of the crossfire.” She put on a pair of rubber gloves and dipped the brush she was carrying in the water. “I’d say ‘sorry if this tickles’, but after what you just went through, you’ll probably appreciate that it does.”

Amanda nodded weakly and the sorority girl went to work scrubbing the itching powder off of her soles. Even in her current state, she managed to let out some giggles during the process, and once it was over, the sorority girl stood up and helped to her feet.

“Well, it was probably totally awful, but you passed the hazing.” The sorority girl gave her a sympathetic half-smile. “You’re free to join now if you want, although I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want anything to do with this place anymore.”

Amanda silently thought over the situation for a few moments.

“I just...I’ve never been through anything like that before.” Amanda shivered. “I-I don’t know if I should cry or laugh or scream, a-and if I start doing any of those, I might not be able to stop for a while. I...I hated that.”

She looked up at the sorority girl.

“...So why was it so hot?” Amanda’s cheeks flushed.

“Siren has a bit of a talent for that.” The sorority girl laughed. “Hot enough for you to stick around?”

“I don’t know.” Amanda looked towards the door. “I guess...I’ll just have to do it again to find out.”

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get it because Amanda's based on an orange and she's being hazed and it's a pun on "Purple Haze" haha bazingo

Amanda's the kind of person you can tickle as hard as you want and she'll enjoy it no matter what; tickle her too lightly, on the other hand, and you have a recipe for some satisfactory sadomasochism. She managed to go through it all without using the safeword to officially tap out, though, so make of that what you will.

Description
Siren was frustrated.

Hazing new sorority members with tickle torture usually went off without a hitch, but this girl, this- Amanda Rin, was it?- was enjoying the damned tickling! No matter how long or how hard they attacked her with their wide variety of tickling tools, she did nothing but happily play along, even when her socks and shirt were pulled off to give them access to her tender skin. Even while thoroughly exhausted and crying from laughter, she still held a happy grin through the entire thing.

Siren scowled as she threw down the spiked wheel she had been going to town on Amanda’s oil-covered feet with. She had another sorority member get her a brush and some hot soapy water, using it to scrub the oil off of Amanda’s soles. Fueled by rage and frustration, she dug into Amanda’s skin with the brush as hard as she could, launching her into a hysteric laughing fit, but still somehow loving the whole experience.

“Okay, bitch, what is your deal?!” Siren demanded as she threw down the brush. “What does it take to break you?!”

“I mean...I’ve never been broken before, so...I don’t know.” Amanda panted out apologetically. “No matter how hard get tickled, I still enjoy it.”

“What a pain in the ass.” Siren groaned. “What am I going to do with you?”

She began dragging one of her finely-pedicured fingernails down Amanda’s flushed soles, drawing out more giggles from her. As she pulled her finger away though, she noticed Amanda wince. Curious, she began outlining her toes as softly as possible, drawing out more wincing and squirming from her captive prey.

“Now what’s this?” Siren raised an eyebrow. “I thought you liked tickling?”

“Y-yeah, but this doesn’t really feel like I-him being t-tickled.” Amanda stammered out as Siren continued lightly tracing her soles. “I-it feheels more like s-something crawhaling on mehehe!”

“Oh, I see.” Siren withdrew her hands and put one on her chin to think. “Knismesis vs gargalesis. Most people react so strongly to gargalesis that I totally forgot about the other one.”

“So...what does that mean?” Amanda asked nervously.

“It means I just figured out how to break you.” Siren licked her lips sadistically. “Girls, get me some itching powder and the softest feathers we have. Things just got a lot more interesting~”
----
“OHO MY GOOOOOOOOOD, PLEHEASE STOP!” Amanda squealed, writhing uselessly against her restraints. “I CAHAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!”

“That’s the idea, bitch.” Siren sneered, lightly drawing a feather over Amanda’s soles. “You wasted a lot of our time here today. It’s time for payback.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHO!”

After using gloves to cover Amanda’s soles in a thick layer of itching power, Siren had taken the smoothest feather she could find and begun working it up and down her captive’s feet, making the itching sensation just that much worse for poor Amanda.

“Hey girls, this isn’t a one-person operation over here.” Siren said, gesturing at the pile of feathers that had been collected and placed next to her. “How about a little audience participation, please?”

The other sorority girls, knowing what was in for them if they incurred Siren’s wrath (and honestly itching to satisfy their own sadistic streaks a bit) quickly complied, each grabbing a feather and surrounding Amanda on all sides. Siren motioned for them to wait and looked Amanda directly in the eyes.

“P-please, don’t do this.” Amanda pleaded, feeling her heart drop as she saw the feathers being raised up around her. The itching powder on her feet made it difficult to talk without stammering, but she tried her best to keep her sentences coherent. “I-Ihi’ll do anything for you! C-Clean the bathroom! Wash the dishes! C-cover up tax f-fraud! A-anything!”

“Anything*” Siren stood up and leaned over Amanda, putting a finger under her chin to lift her head towards hers.

“A-anything, anything!” Amanda sputtered out.

The fear in her voice was tangible.

Jackpot.

“Well, I guess there is one thing I want you to do for me.” Siren pretended to muse.

“Wh-whatever i-it is, I-i’ll d-do it!” Amanda’s stuttering only increased as the awful sensation of the itching powder slowly ate away at her ability to think.

“Okay then, you want to know what I want you to do for me?” Siren asked mockingly.

“Y-y-y-yes, yes! Plehehease!”

“Alrighty then, if you insist.”

Siren leaned in closer, placing her head just inches away from Amanda’s twitching face.

“What I want you do for me right now...” Siren’s face erupted into a twisted grin. “Is suffer.”

“Wh-what are yOU NO NO NO, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP, PLEASE STOHOHOP!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Siren had snapped her fingers and sat back down in front of Amanda’s feet, picking up her feather as the rest of the sorority moved in and proceeded to give Amanda the knismesis experience of a lifetime.

Amanda screamed and bucked against her restraints, efforts that proved useless as the girls kept on dusting her body with their devilishly soft tools, creating a full-body itching sensation the likes of which Amanda had never experienced before.

“NONONONONO, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE, MERCY, MERCYHYHY!” Amanda begged at the top of her lungs, hoping against hope that someone would listen to her cries and take pity on her.

That did not happen.

Instead, the feathering only intensified, with the sorority girls whirling the feathers around her exposed skin at faster and faster speeds until Amanda had become a screaming, gargling mess as her mind was overwhelmed by the sheer over-stimulation being inflicted on her.

Siren, for her part, was far and away the most devilish with her feather, daintily moving it across Amanda’s soles with the type of expert precision that would make an engineer weep. For now, though, Amanda was the only one weeping, and her pitiful, garbled cries for help gave Siren such a rush of erotic satisfaction that she had to actively stop herself from climaxing right then and there.

Amanda’s maddening torture would carry on into the early hours of the morning until she finally fell unconscious, after which Siren allowed the other girls to leave. She patiently waited for Amanda to wake up, applying a new layer of itching powder to the poor girl’s feet to replace the powder that had been brushed off by her activity with her feather during the night.

The itching sensation eventually became too much for the sleeping girl’s brain to ignore, and she woke up squirming as her eyes sluggishly blinked open. Initially confused, she caught sight of Siren sneering at her from her feet, and she abruptly remembered what had happened to her. Too exhausted to scream, all she could manage was a quiet whimper, with the utter despair it carried sending a jolt of satisfaction through Siren’s body.

“Shhhhh, shh, shh, shh.” Siren took off her gloves and began rubbing Amanda’s legs. “You wouldn’t want to make too much noise and make me punish you again, would you?”

Amanda’s eyes widened in fear, and she quickly shook her head.

“Don’t just shake your head at me.” Siren narrowed her eyes. “Answer me when I ask you something.”

Amanda gulped and whispered out something barely audible.

“What was that?” Siren put a hand up to her ear. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Amanda mumbled something out again, a bit louder this time.

“Either my ears are stuffed with cotton, or you’re not giving me a proper answer.” Siren tsked, looking down at her disapprovingly. “Use your voice, slut.”

“P-please...” Amanda stammered out, using a regular speaking voice this time. “Please don’t punish me again.”

“Oooh, sorry hun, wish I could, but you were just a bit too loud there.” Siren picked up her feather and placed her attention back on Amanda’s feet. “How about...oh, three hours or so? Does that sound fair?”

Amanda wanted to reply, to beg her to stop like her life depended on it, but fear completely gripped her body, rendering her unable to speak. As she felt the feather begin moving slowly across her feet again, she silently began to sob, feeling completely trapped and, as Siren had promised, broken.

Siren noticed these silent sobs and observed Amanda’s body gradually stop pulling against her restraints. Her mind broken, she had no choice but to accept her fate, and her body accepted that, resigning itself to unknown hours of further torture.

As far as Siren was concerned, this was incredible. She often left her victims as crying, screaming messes, but this was the first time she had seen someone broken to the point where they silently accepted their fate. The feeling of absolute power that washed over her in that moment was almost maddening in its rush, leaving her feeling a sense of utter fulfillment she had never experienced before.

“...Holy shit.” Siren panted, actively fighting the overwhelming urge to climax. “This...this is new.”

Siren undid Amanda’s restraints and began lightly twirling her fingers around the broken girl’s soles, taking a sick pleasure in the knowledge that she could no longer fight back. Another despaired whimper was the only reaction Amanda was able to give, and it only served to feed her sadistic tormentor’s ravenous appetite.

As she went on dancing her fingers across Amanda’s feet, Siren began to feel like something was off, but she couldn’t quite place it. She looked at her tools- the itching powder, the feather, her gloves- nothing was missing, so what-

Wait a minute.

Her gloves.

She stared silently at the disposable hand coverings lying on the ground next to her, slowly coming down from her high and processing what was going on here. Slowly, she moved her head and looked back up at her hands.

Her bare hands.

The ones touching Amanda’s feet.

The feet she had just covered in a fresh layer of itching dust.

...

Well.

Shit.

She took off towards the bathroom as her hands began burning with an unbearable itching sensation. To Amanda’s surprise, after Siren had left the room, a sorority girl with red hair walked in carrying a brush and a bucket of hot soapy water.

“Yeah, she...kinda does that a lot.” The sorority member grinned sheepishly. “She totally gets off on bullying people into oblivion, but she’s not very good at keeping herself out of the crossfire.” She put on a pair of rubber gloves and dipped the brush she was carrying in the water. “I’d say ‘sorry if this tickles’, but after what you just went through, you’ll probably appreciate that it does.”

Amanda nodded weakly and the sorority girl went to work scrubbing the itching powder off of her soles. Even in her current state, she managed to let out some giggles during the process, and once it was over, the sorority girl stood up and helped to her feet.

“Well, it was probably totally awful, but you passed the hazing.” The sorority girl gave her a sympathetic half-smile. “You’re free to join now if you want, although I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want anything to do with this place anymore.”

Amanda silently thought over the situation for a few moments.

“I just...I’ve never been through anything like that before.” Amanda shivered. “I-I don’t know if I should cry or laugh or scream, a-and if I start doing any of those, I might not be able to stop for a while. I...I hated that.”

She looked up at the sorority girl.

“...So why was it so hot?” Amanda’s cheeks flushed.

“Siren has a bit of a talent for that.” The sorority girl laughed. “Hot enough for you to stick around?”

“I don’t know.” Amanda looked towards the door. “I guess...I’ll just have to do it again to find out.”

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get it because Amanda's based on an orange and she's being hazed and it's a pun on "Purple Haze" haha bazingo

Amanda's the kind of person you can tickle as hard as you want and she'll enjoy it no matter what; tickle her too lightly, on the other hand, and you have a recipe for some satisfactory sadomasochism. She managed to go through it all without using the safeword to officially tap out, though, so make of that what you will.