Campus Walk Dare
Copyright© 2025 by zavgar
Chapter 4: Feathers
She walked. How long - she had no idea. Sara’s whisper still sat in her ear but the words had dissolved. Just the grass under her feet, the buzz between her legs, and the feeling that she was one step away from something she couldn’t come back from. Vibrator still going. Every stride pushed it against her clit. She’d given up pretending she couldn’t feel it.
“Hey, little miss modest - hold up.”
Jess grabbed Anna’s elbow. Fingers dug in hard enough to leave marks. Behind them Sara clicked something in her pocket and the buzzing stopped. The relief was instant - and useless. The arousal sat right where it was, thick and heavy between her legs, going nowhere.
Sara walked over.
“What is it, Jess? Think it’s time?”
Jess looked at Anna’s legs. They were shaking. She grinned.
“Yeah. Let’s make this interesting. Annie - we’ve got something else for you.”
Anna breathed out. Stared at them. Nothing good ever came out of that look on Jess’s face.
“Put those hands up. Behind your head. Now.”
She did it. Fingers laced together at the back of her skull. What choice did she have.
Jess dug into the bag. Rummaged. Found what she was after. Two enormous feather pom-poms - cheerleader stuff, bright and ridiculous. She held them up like trophies. The look on her face - Sara burst out laughing.
“Where did you even find those?”
“Craft store. Three weeks ago. Been waiting.”
“What ... what are you -”
“Shh.”
Jess stepped in close. Her fingers went under Anna’s arm - thread looping around the feathery ball, tying it in place. Sara took the other side. When they stepped back the pom-poms hung beneath Anna’s arms, light, stupid-looking, swaying in the wind.
Anna’s teeth found her lower lip. If she moved her arms even a little those things would brush against her skin. She could already feel the feathers just barely not touching.
“God,” Jess said. “It looks ridiculous. Perfect.”
Sara studied her. That look - the one where she was already three steps ahead and just waiting for everyone else to catch up.
“You know what your problem is, Annie? You keep almost letting go and then you pull yourself back.” She reached for one of the clips on the towel, tugged it, repositioned it. The fabric went taut against Anna’s chest. “There. Better.”
“But - “ Jess’s eyes lit up. “One more thing.”
Another piece of thread. She wound it around Anna’s wrists - tight - locking them behind her head. The other end she pulled down and tied to one of the clips on the towel.
“Now walk. And try - really try - not to move your arms.” Jess was almost bouncing.
Anna swallowed against a dry throat. She nodded.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
Jess spun around and walked. Sara fell in behind her. Anna made herself take a step - hands shaking behind her head, those fluffy things swaying, barely touching. A gust hit and the feathers caught it.
Anna yelped. The pom-poms dragged across the hollows of her underarms - light, unbearable, like a hundred fingertips all at once. She tried to hold still. Impossible. Her whole body snapped sideways - involuntary, animal - and this horrible laugh came blasting out before she could do anything about it.
“Aah!” Arms went everywhere. The feathers caught her right in the worst spot - dead center of both armpits at once. She locked up. Every muscle from her shoulders down to her fingers - rigid. Don’t move. Don’t give the feathers anything.
Forward. Staggering. Laughing - no, not laughing, something worse. The giggles came out tangled with sobs. Her eyes were wet. The thread connecting her wrists to the towel pulled tight and she felt the clip strain. One good yank and it was gone.
Sara strolled alongside. That lazy half-smile.
“Some walk you’ve got there. Pure entertainment. You laughing at yourself too, Annie?”
Anna shook her head - which dragged the downy feathers across her armpits all over again. She folded in half. Gasping. The sound coming out of her wasn’t really a laugh anymore - more like choking.
“N-no ... St-ha-ha-op ... this is - I can’t -”
“Funny as hell, actually. Look - people are turning around. You’re making their whole morning.”
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