Tina reeled back in surprise before grinning. "Have a nice time, Cindy!"
"T.S.," replied a tall blonde. "Also known as Tickle Strip." "What?" you gasped, taking in your surroundings. Another damn tickle story written by some pervert. A name tag briefly appeared on her turtleneck, before disappearing saying Francine. Francine giggled. "Any part of you that shows can be tickled. The more you're ticklish, the more you take off." She squeezed your hand. "And the more you take off, the more you get tickled." You gasped, knowing what was coming. They had reached the basement, a small room moodily lit by a few track lights. It was plush-carpeted and sparsely furnished with a few chairs, a long, polished table--and a number of silk ropes hanging from sturdy hooks in the concrete ceiling. On a wall rack across the room you saw an array of instruments that made you go weak at the knees--artist brushes and shaving brushes, Q-tips and broom straws, a rather large collection of feathers of all types, a smaller one of real feather dusters. You took it all in, and a cold sweat ran down your back. You reminded the Flapper Party and you imagined this might be as bad. What had you gotten yourself into? This would end badly. *Tickle Strip*. You felt your limbs turn to jelly. "Okay, let's play," Georgette said, and produced a deck of cards, began shuffling it. "Ace of spades is the victim. Cindy, as our guest player, would you care to cut the cards?" "Uh... sure," you replied; looking at Francine, who smiled encouragingly. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and the spell will backfire?” you hoped against hope.
You cut the cards, watching nervously as the cards go round the table once, then twice, when the Black Ace landed right in front of her. You stared at it, feeling terror in your heart. You looked desperately at Francine, who grinned back--then at the door--but there was no way you could escape. *Tickle Strip...It will be just like Flapper Party again!* You swallowed hard as the 4 girls stared at you. A redhead with the name tag Tricia approached you with a large grin. You instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself. "Hey, hey, don't do that," Tricia purred. "You know the rules, hon."You stared at her, knowing what she meant. You let your arms fall and looked at Tricia submissively, trembling. "Good girl," Tricia said, looking you up and down. "I've got a king--I start?" "She's all yours," Georgette said, clearing the table. You looked around frantically. "But--but--" "But what, honey?" Tricia stage-whispered. She blew a few strands of hair from your face. You trembled at that. "You look cute in a ponytail. Doesn't she have pretty ears?" Without warning Tricia's hands shot out and fluttered two little downy feathers behind your ears. You sputtered and giggled involuntarily. "Hee-hee-heee! Stoop!" you cried.
"Good girl. You lose." Tricia began unwinding your scarf from around your neck. "What?" You gasped, feeling a chill as your delicate neck was bared. "But--"Francine nodded at Pauline. Pauline took firm hold of both your arms. You tried to shake, unaware that Francine was behind you, gently running her long fingernails up and down the back of your neck. You squealed as she began to whisper. "See, honey, there are three magic words: 'no,' 'stop,' and 'uncle.' Every time you say any of them, you lose another piece of clothing. The more ticklish you are, the farther you strip." You gulped. "How f-far? D-d-down to... my underwear?" you whispered back, terrified. Francine giggled. "Down to your birthday suit, sweetie. And we can tickle you anywhere we can see skin." You cringed. "*Anywhere?*" "Yeeeess," Francine purred. "Once you lose your undies it gets a *lot* of fun." Your eyes went wide with horror as the flapper party ran through your mind--before Francine attacked her with her fingernails. "Eeeeeee! Eeeeee!" you convulsed and squealed. Francine flicked all ten fingers down your neck and inside your collar. You wailed and writhed in a childish giggling fit. "Eeeee-hee-hee! Eeeee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee! Sto-o-o-op!" "What did you say, Cindy?" Francine asked, pausing briefly. Your heart pounded as you tried to come up with an alternate response. "Uuuh--I--" The fingers wriggled down your neck again and you exploded again. "Eeeeeeeeeeeh! Uncle! U-u-uncl-le!"
"Nice try, Cindy," Francine cooed. "We'll have you down to your stockings in no time." “Oh my God! I have to get out of this before it ends up like the Flapper Party!!! I have to keep control or I’ll end up giving into Tina instead of making love with her!” you thought, blushing furiously as Francine slipped your denim jacket unto the floor. The sleeves of your blouse were conveniently rolled up above your elbows. Pauline, a tall raven haired beauty, gripped you just above your left wrist. She grinned as she produced a Q-tip in her other hand. "Most women don't know how sensitive they are here, just like my Francine!" she declared. Francine stuck her tongue out at her. You stared fearfully as the cotton tip neared the delicate flesh of her wrist. You tried to force yourself to think about Tina on the beach. You felt your ears reddened and fought a near irresistible urge to squirm. Then the Q-tip slid down the inside of your forearm--you screeched in surprise. It sent shock waves down your body, another weak spot. You bit your lip, whimpering as the Q-tip continued its journey. Pauline grinned and began swirling the cotton tip inside your elbow, causing your knees to buckle. You didn’t know how much longer you could handle these excruciating feelings. You tried to wiggle your arm free but Pauline held it firmly while expertly dabbing at your flesh with the wicked cotton tip. You fell to your knees. You started to moan "Ooh! Oooh! Oh my gooosh!" Then Pauline flicked the tip rapidly just below your hand and all control was lost. You contorted your body, tossing your head back and forth in a loud fit of squeals. "Aaaaah! Eeeeeh! Eeeeeeeeh! Sto-o-o-op!" you plead. She stopped with a beam that would blind car drivers. "Off comes your blouse," Pauline exclaimed in triumph, as you gasped for breath. Francine held your arms to your sides as Pauline unbuttoned you. You watched helplessly as your blouse opened down the front and revealed a white cotton bra. The other girls licked their lips.
Francine let go of your arms, causing your blouse to slide to the floor. Your brassiere gleamed against your flushed skin as they lifted you to your feet. You were tempted to offer them all oral sex if they stopped. You focused on Tina, you had to convince her that you were sorry and that you had changed. Georgette took you by surprise, by bringing your bare arms together at the wrists. You saw the silk cord hanging in front of you and shrieked with terror. "Oh--God no--please not that!" You stared in helpless horror as Georgette quickly and expertly bound your wrists together, pulled the cord taut and tied it to the hook in the ceiling, leaving your ribs and underarms exposed, teetering perilously on the toes of her booties. "Comfy? Now for the real thing," Georgette said with glee, and the others grinned and watched. You could barely breathing now, and sweat was trickling down your pink armpits. Georgette approached with two pointy feathers that he had selected from the rack on the wall. You shook your head vigorously as she drew closer. "Oh, no--oh, no--please no--" "Don't say that yet, babe," Georgette chided. "You'll lose your skirt." Your eyes went wide, you swallowed deeply and crossed your legs by reflex. You prayed to God to give you a chance. *Pleasepleaseplease let me hold on--* The feathers touched your skin and you gasped and jerked away spasmodically. Then Georgette ran them slowly up your sides. You cried with laughter. She stopped grinning before resuming up to your elbows, and then down to your waist, where they lingered for a few playful flicks. "Eeeh! Aaaah!" You squealed and contorted yourself to escape the feathers. Then Georgette slid them back up her sides and you gasped, your eyes starting to water. Then back down her arms; you were trembling and recrossing your legs in anticipation. Back and forth, a little further up, a little further down--until you were thoroughly flushed and your heart was pounding--and finally they grazed your smooth, moist armpits.
You instantly exploded in frantic squeals. You danced and giggled uncontrollably, straining at the rope, as Georgette tickled your underarms, driving you completely insane—It was the flapper party all over again! The feather-tips twirled under your arms and you squealed like a child. "Eeee-eeee-e-e-e-eh! Eeeeeeeeeeee-e-eyaaeeeyaaeyaaaah!" Georgette flicked the feathers down your glistening sides and under your ribs, which brought you to convulsive giggles. "Eeee-hee-hee! Eee-hee-hee-heee! Plee-hee-heease sst--" You manage to keep from conceding, just! "Aaaa-ha-ha-haaa!" "That was close, Cindy," Georgette said with glee. She slid the feathers along your bra strap, and then down the curve of your back. You jerked and twisted in the air in helpless spasms. "Ooo-o-o-e-e-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!" You were so close to surrendering. *I can't! I'll lose my skirt!* you thought as she kept going. The feathers flicked back up your sides--and once again found the pink hollows of your armpits. You were gurgling, your face beet red, and you crossed and uncrossed your dangling legs under your miniskirt. You were broken! "Eee-he-he-he-he-heeeee! N-n-noo! Nooo! Ooooheee-he-he-he-heeee! U-u-u-uncllle!" "I think you lose," Georgette stated, smirking. You hung from the ceiling, unable to stand, and felt your waistband being unhooked, and the zipper come down. *Noooooo!* "You won't be needing this anymore." Georgette dabbed the feathers around your waist, causing you to squeal and wriggle--and shake your miniskirt down your pantyclad bum. She kept tickling you until it slid to the floor.
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