After giving Misao a brief rest, the group of six young men went for the long haul. The one in charge of causing the teen's stomach grief moved over a bit while another mirrored him. Each planned to use one hand to tickle the girl's stomach, and their other to tease the small area above where the femur would join the pelvis. Coincidentally this was the one spot where Misao couldn't stand to be tickled at- her "secret spot."

Blind, helpless, and exposed, the sensations pierced the girl to her very core. Two hands scratched her arches, two danced over her thighs. Ten fingers picked at her armpits, and ten fingers relentlessly prodded her ribs. Two men tickled her stomach, and finally, the same two tormented her "secret spot." She had laughed hard before, but now Misao was going insane! The girl of sixteen could not escape no matter what she tried; the ropes held fast and the fingers followed every movement.

YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAHAHAAA!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORHORHORHORHOR! STOP PLEHEHEHEHEHE- AHAHIHAHAHAHA!!! No amount of begging would make it stop as she descended into incoherent babble.. It continued, shrieking, thrashing, and begging included. After three minutes of having her worst spot mercilessly tortured on a full bladder, the young spy could not hold it any longer. Her shorts became saturated with waste fluid, and quickly the ground grew wet. The tickling continued for a bit longer until one man recognized their success. Though it could not be viewed by the group of merchants, Misao's face turned a million shades of red in sheer embarassment. Men as old as her beloved Aoshi had tied her up, exposed her nearly completely, and then tormented her until she wet herself. To make matters worse, the entire group could see it! Tears of shame were threatening to come out until...