The teenage girl bit her lip to try and hold in her laughter. One man, with all ten of his fingers for good measure, was spider tickling her stomach like such actions were going out of style. The blue fabric of her gi loosened and brushed against her sensitive skin, making the sensations even more unbearable.

"Stohop it!" She demanded. Her mental fortitude must have been high to take a full assault on her stomach and only give one chuckle, "I-hil give thehe m-money back!'

There was no response to her offer, only the voice of the tickler requesting backup, "C'mon guys, we're supposed to be teaching her a lesson here!" There were a few "right on"s and more fingers moved in. One pair moved to Misao's ribs, and another to her bare armpits. Instantly the girl's resolve was tried.

"Hehehehehehehehehe ahahahahahahahaha!" The laughter wanted so badly to escape, but as a member of the Oniwabanshu Misao was determined not to allow it, Ten fingers tormented her stomach, another ten scratched her ribs as if to end the mystery of man having one less rib than woman. Yet another set attacked her armpits, completely uncovered by her battle dress and current position. Misao then made the mistake of assessing her situation. When she allowed her mind to grasp just how vulnerable and helpless she was, and just how uncomfortable the sensations shooting through her torso were, she lost control. The dam of her resolve broke just as another wave of tickling soldiers were called over.

"NONONONONONO STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!!" She shreiked; the action had always made Aoshi stop when she had fallen into his grasp as a younger child. Not this time though. The plea only caused the "backup soldiers" to unleash their attack. On her thighs, exposed and vulnerable like her armpits because of her choice of dress, unbearble tickling sensations shot through her. This particular part of her body was one of her most sensetive parts. Thankfully the men had yet to uncover her *most* sensetive part.

Through the haze of sensation, Misao could feel her sandals and socks being removed. Cool air hit her not entirely unscathed feet. The man who would have tickled them uttered a disgruntled vocalization before perking up. This man had noticed that Misao's arches *were* completely unscathed, almost as pink and tender as a baby's. Using both of his hands and holding nothing back, the man laid into the area of her feet, instantly making her already shrill laughter go up a pitch.

"NIHIHIHIHIHIOOOOOOOOO!! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA~!!! NOT MY FEEEEEEET!!!" Surely the 16 year old girl would never forget this lesson, but the men had another plan in mind for her.

"Guys, guys." One man whispered. The men stopped their assault of Misao's body to her elation, and she greatfully sucked in as much air as she could through the residual giggles, "Let's tickle 'er 'till she wets 'erself." The group as a whole gave an approving laugh before tugging at the obi of Misao's gi. The bow came undone with little resistance (Misao was despairing too much to resist). The battle garment was flipped over the girl's head, leaving her clad only in the bandages around her chest and a pair of Western-looking shorts. Finally her garb came through for her.

Feeling more vulnerable by the second, a pressure welled up above the girl's pubic bone. Misao's despair was put into thought, "Oh, nooo! Why *now?* Gah, I guess I had a little too much water before making off with these guys' dough."