No choices
Stephanie knew she shouldn’t have accepted a lift from the boys. It was her first summer at university and she wasn’t going home. The lads (as they chose to be known) were going to a club in the city centre and showed no sign of inviting her.
“What kind of club is it? One of those dirty lap dancing one’s?” she asked. Graham, the leader of ‘the lads’, adopted a straight face and said, “Nah….though I bet you’d like to know”. Stephanie rolled her eyes and knew instinctively that it must be something illicit.
“Don’t listen to them” said Gail, Graham’s girlfriend. “If it was anything sordid, would I be going?”
“You’re going?” asked Stephanie, to which Gail casually flicked her hair over one shoulder and smiled with indifference. “It’s a comedy night. Loads of laughter. You can come if you want, but we’d have to squeeze you in the car somewhere because five of us are already signed up to share the petrol”. Stephanie didn’t have that many friends at university yet, preferring to study rather than socialise. The others had been taking bets on how human she really was when this opportunity came up.
“She could go in the boot!” suggested Todd, another one of the lads.
“Don’t be silly” said Gail, “if she’s going to come at all, she can lie across the back seat”.
“We’ll crush her” grinned Andrew, “and that wouldn’t be nice”
“…true” agreed Gail, turning to Stephanie with a downcast expression. “Sorry, Steph- we can’t let you come this time”.
“Oh, please!” begged Stephanie, “I’ll be on my own here otherwise! How about if…how about if I lie across whoever’s on the back seat?”
“Well” Gail looked at the others, who shrugged. “One more won’t make a difference…if you’re sure”
“Great! I’ll get my coat!” said Stephanie, starting to rush off.
“You won’t need it” said Todd, “it gets warm in the club. It’s summer, and none of us are taking coats”.
Soon after, the six friends found themselves outside at the rather cramped car. Graham and Todd climbed in the front, with Andrew, Luke and finally Gail in the back. Stephanie stood outside by Gail wondering what she should do, until Gail patted her lap.
“Climb across me so your head is by Andrew” she said, holding out her hand. Nervously, deciding to go with the evening and show them she could have fun after all, Stephanie climbed across Gail’s lap and kept crawling.
“Don’t mind me” she grinned as she clambered across Luke, and finally rested her head on Andrew’s lap.
“Don’t apologise!” grinned Andrew, “it’s not everyday I get a beautiful girl throwing herself across me!” Luke rested his arms across her middle, Gail bent Stephanie’s feet in to close the back door, and soon after they were off. No sooner had the journey began than Graham took the first corner too fast. Stephanie nearly pitched from the laps of the three holding her until Luke grabbed her waist, accidentally digging his fingers into her ribs.
“Stop that!!” laughed Stephanie, curling up.
“Hey, I think our Steph’s ticklish!” said Luke, digging in again. Stephanie convulsed, trying to cover her ribs with her arms whilst Andrew held onto her shoulders and Gail her ankles. Luke continued a gentle assault, fighting to get his fingers past her guard.
“Does it tickle here?” he asked, diving past her arms and attacking her stomach, “or here?” he asked before getting her ribs again. Stephanie squirmed before him, turning her back on him so she could effectively guard her stomach. “That’s not fair!” exclaimed Luke, trying to reach her ticklish bits but failing.
“That stopped you!” retorted Stephanie, grinning but feeling a little vulnerable at the assault.
“You got ticklish armpits too?” asked Andrew, probing her armpits and sending her into squeals and squirming again. Gail held onto her ankles and with one hand, started to pick at a lace of her trainers.
“Maybe you should tie her up to stop her thrashing so much” commented Graham from the front.
“Haven’t got any rope!” responded Luke.
“Use this” said Gail, unlacing one of her trainers and stripping the lace from the holes whilst Andrew continued his probing assault and Luke tried to reach her ribs.
“Stop…it…please!” Stephanie begged as the boys continued their attack. Gail soon had the lace stripped from the shoe and passed it over. Helping to hold Stephanie’s arms down to her sides, Gail leaned with her other arm on Stephanie’s ankles whilst Luke pulled the lace around one wrist and tied it off, then dragged the hand to the small of her back whilst he tried to make it reach the other wrist.
“No good- going to need the other one” he said, ignoring Stephanie’s protestations.
“Hang on a second…” said Gail, unlacing Stephanie’s other trainer. “Damn- this first shoe is just getting in the way” she muttered, pulling the first trainer off and throwing it behind her into the open boot of the car.
“Give…that…back” laughed Stephanie, trying to stave off the attack.
“She’s struggling too much” commented Gail, unlacing the second training shoe and pulling from Stephanie’s other foot. She passed it to Luke. “You do it!”.
“Sure…hang on” said Luke, unlacing her other trainer whilst Andrew kept up his assault in Stephanie’s ticklish neck and armpits, and Gail held onto her ankles at the other end.
“I wonder if she’s got ticklish feet?” mused Gail.
“No!” screamed Stephanie as she began to struggle and they all held her tightly down between them. Luke took the second lace and looped it around Stephanie’s other wrist, gathering the ends together and pulling them into a tight knot that gathered her hands in the small of her back.
“Got it- her hands are secure!”.
“You might as well take her socks off” said Todd from the front, “it’s tickle night at the club, and the group gets in free if we bring someone in bare feet”.
“What?” Stephanie shouted in between bouts of laughter, the prospect striking an icy cold stream down her back. Gail began to tug at her socks. “No!”.
“Don’t be so selfish!” chided Gail, tugging at the sock and slipping it past her heel despite the struggling of her legs, “let’s get these off and see how ticklish these feet are”. Gail held her ankle back and slipped the sock from her small foot, revealing soft, pink flesh and unpainted nails. “Just the way I like them. Time for the other one…” she said, hooking a thumb into the other sock and pulling it down. Stephanie tried as best she could, but the constant tickling made her legs instinctively draw into her stomach, and that prevented her from defending her feet. Gail tugged her other sock off by grabbing the material at the toe and pulling, stretching the sock taut until it popped off her toes after some resistance.
“Got it- she’s barefoot and ready to be tickled” said Gail with some satisfaction.
“What do you think we’ve been doing?” asked Andrew, sounding hurt from the other end. The assault continued with Andrew tickling Stephanie’s neck and armpits, Luke assaulting her ribs and stomach, and Gail tickling the soft soles of her bare feet until eventually they approached the club.
“This….isn’t…fair!” shouted Stephanie through her laughter.
“Oh come on!” chided Gail, “would you deny your friends some fun? It’s not like you have a choice!”. The car came to a halt and the tickling stopped. Todd and Graham climbed out, allowing Gail to pull herself free and stand up outside. Luke and Andrew helped lever Stephanie out onto Gail’s side and she helped Stephanie to stand, dishevelled and barefoot, on the pavement outside the club. The other lads followed and they joined the crowd. Some were here in pairs, some in groups, and some had members of their group in bare feet- some voluntarily, others pleading for shoes and socks to be returned. A number stared with open fascination and hunger at Stephanie, who began to feel uncomfortable at the glances.
“Come on, guys! Can I have my shoes and socks back?” she asked, supported under each arm by Gail and Graham.
“And ruin our fun? You are such a spoilsport!” said Todd.
“But this isn’t fun!” she protested, as a female bouncer stood before them.
“What’s going on here?” asked the bouncer, “you got a ticket?”.
“She’s right here” said Gail, showing Stephanie off like a Magician’s assistant. Stephanie seized her chance- a person in authority could set things right.
“Please! They took my shoes and socks off! I don’t want to be tickled! This is all a big mistake!” she pleaded. The bouncer looked appraisingly from Stephanie’s tousled hair to her bare feet under blue jeans, and nodded.
“You don’t want to be tickled, miss?” she asked, suspiciously.
“Not at all! Thank you for being so understanding…” began Stephanie with relief, a huge weight coming off her shoulders. Her ordeal was about to be over.
“…Restrained and unwilling- we like them like that in here. Bring her straight through” said the bouncer. Stephanie’s face froze in terror as Gail and Graham marched her to the end of the queue and into the nightclub, followed by the other boys.
Stephanie couldn’t believe this was real. Marched through onto soft carpet and into the main body of the club, she saw restraint devices littered amidst the tables and around the dance floor, already packed with over a hundred people. To one side, a boxing type ring stood with three women dancing within its ropes, all heavily muscled and barefoot. Near and semi naked men and women were locked into most of the restraint devices, some being tickled, others having a well earned rest as she was led to a table on which was a set of stocks and a restraint bar hanging from a Y frame on the ceiling. Stephanie was made to kneel away from the stocks, her feet guided into the holes and locked in place, displaying her soles to the rear whilst her hands were strapped to either end of the restraint bar.
“Crinkle those soles, girl!” shouted Gail behind her, attacking her feet once more. Stephanie screamed into a laugh, rocking back and forth, attracting a fair amount of attention. A woman she had never seen before approached from the front and danced her fingers inside the sleeves of Stephanie’s t shirt, gracing her armpits with painted nails whilst another lifted her t shirt out of her jeans and blew raspberries on her stomach. A third climbed up onto the table and tickled the back of her neck, lifting her long hair away to gain access, whilst all the while, Gail sat at the stocks and absent-mindedly played with her bare feet.
Soon, her laughter came to the attention of a number of people and a chant struck up. Stephanie had trouble discerning what “the ring” meant, but felt relief when she was unlocked from the stocks and released from the bar. What happened next, she did not expect. Hoisted onto the arms of the crowd, she was passed from person to person, many tickling her as she went, across the dance floor and lifted into the arms of the amazons in the boxing ring.
“Tickle time, girlie!” shouted one, attacking her ribs with fervour. The other two held her arms up and she lay on the canvass, writhing under the attack of the first who pushed her t shirt up her stomach, over her ribs, and up to her armpits, tickling as she went.
“What do you say?” yelled one of the amazons to the crowd around, “shall we take her t shirt?”. The crowd bayed for more, as Stephanie tried to find the words to protest, to beg, to plead, to do anything that would save her from her fate. Her t shirt was passed over her head and stripped off her arms as the girls continued their assault. In all her laughter, her bladder released and a wet patch stained her jeans, noticed by the first amazon.
“She’s wet herself!” cried the Amazon at her feet, “we can’t let this poor girl stay in wet jeans, can we?” she cried, to the amusement of the crowd. Despite her struggling, Stephanie writhed helpless under the control of two of the amazons as the third popped the button on her jeans, lifted her hips clear of the canvass, and slid the jeans over her hips. Once freed, they came down her legs easily, past her knees, and bunched at her ankles. The amazon lifted one of her bare feet and pulled the fabric over the ankle and off the foot. The other leg followed, and the wet jeans were tossed aside.
“And her pants are wet too!” yelled the amazon, hooking her fingers into the fabric of Stephanie’s pants.
“No!!!” yelled Stephanie, struggling as the amazon adopted a hurt expression.
“Awww- what’s the matter? Don’t want to give up your clothes? It’s time to get naked, girlie!” said the amazon, pulling the pants away from Stephanie’s crotch and off her struggling legs as her two compatriots held Stephanie’s arms high, unhooked her bra, and stripped the last garment off her naked body. Once stripped, an amazon held her hands straight whilst the other held her legs apart. The third amazon spread her hands gently on Stephanie’s bare torso, and began to tickle with repeated motions- fast, slow, gentle, rough, kneading the flesh, pinching the ribs, caressing the soft flesh inside the hip joints, and ultimately denying Stephanie the choice in what happened to her as the tickling brought her closer and closer to a state of arousal.
The amazon at her legs gathered her feet into her lap and began to stroke the soft flesh of her soles, tweaking her toes and caressing her slender ankles as the amazon at her head knelt on her hands and reached forward to gently tickle Stephanie’s neck and armpits. The amazon over her chest moved down, stroking her pubic hair, letting her tongue play in Stephanie’s belly button, then gliding down over short hair to her innermost places, tickling the clitoris and teasing her towards ecstasy.
The agony of tickling for Stephanie crashed through her, rolling in wave upon wave of helpless sentiment that lit a fire, growing stronger, louder, harder and faster in her loins, mouth desperate as the breath was torn from her lungs, reduced to a state of exhaustion, all embarrassment at being stripped naked, held down and tickled for the enjoyment of a crowd here at this bizarre club. The fire became a conflagration, the passion rising in spirals of ecstasy as the orgasm burst from her loins, gathering her up in its wake and riding her senses into oblivion. Stephanie’s fingers clenched, her toes splayed, her back arched and she quivered with pleasure, the amazons holding back as the pleasure coursed through her body and, when it was over, she collapsed, panting and exhausted to the mass applause of the crowd.
To one side, Andy, Graham, Luke, Todd, and Gail watched, huge grins on their faces as the crowd yelled, applauded, and another screaming, protesting, barefoot girl was hoisted into the crowd and passed over their heads to be deposited in the ring. The amazons left Stephanie and lept upon their new prey as the cry went up from the crowd, “Strip her, strip her, strip her…”.
For Stephanie, her ordeal was over as she curled into a naked ball and looked up at the faces of the crowd, laughing at the new girl in the ring who recovered enough to sprint around the ring in a bizarre game of tag, hoping to avoid the inevitable as the three amazons toyed with her, making her think she could delay her fate by making her run.
From one side, a member of staff gave them a bathrobe and indicated they should remove Stephanie from the ring as the three amazons now set about the business of making the new blond crawl on all fours away from them, to be hoisted back by a bare foot and tickled on her soles whilst the crowd bayed for the girl’s clothes to be forfeit. Andrew led the others into the ring to recover Stephanie, and they lifted her out and placed her in an alcove.
“What do you think, guys?” asked Andrew as Stephanie lay on the couch, eyes closed in exhaustion.
“I think” said Gail, slowly, “that we could have a lot more fun with this one….”
The end
Stephanie knew she shouldn’t have accepted a lift from the boys. It was her first summer at university and she wasn’t going home. The lads (as they chose to be known) were going to a club in the city centre and showed no sign of inviting her.
“What kind of club is it? One of those dirty lap dancing one’s?” she asked. Graham, the leader of ‘the lads’, adopted a straight face and said, “Nah….though I bet you’d like to know”. Stephanie rolled her eyes and knew instinctively that it must be something illicit.
“Don’t listen to them” said Gail, Graham’s girlfriend. “If it was anything sordid, would I be going?”
“You’re going?” asked Stephanie, to which Gail casually flicked her hair over one shoulder and smiled with indifference. “It’s a comedy night. Loads of laughter. You can come if you want, but we’d have to squeeze you in the car somewhere because five of us are already signed up to share the petrol”. Stephanie didn’t have that many friends at university yet, preferring to study rather than socialise. The others had been taking bets on how human she really was when this opportunity came up.
“She could go in the boot!” suggested Todd, another one of the lads.
“Don’t be silly” said Gail, “if she’s going to come at all, she can lie across the back seat”.
“We’ll crush her” grinned Andrew, “and that wouldn’t be nice”
“…true” agreed Gail, turning to Stephanie with a downcast expression. “Sorry, Steph- we can’t let you come this time”.
“Oh, please!” begged Stephanie, “I’ll be on my own here otherwise! How about if…how about if I lie across whoever’s on the back seat?”
“Well” Gail looked at the others, who shrugged. “One more won’t make a difference…if you’re sure”
“Great! I’ll get my coat!” said Stephanie, starting to rush off.
“You won’t need it” said Todd, “it gets warm in the club. It’s summer, and none of us are taking coats”.
Soon after, the six friends found themselves outside at the rather cramped car. Graham and Todd climbed in the front, with Andrew, Luke and finally Gail in the back. Stephanie stood outside by Gail wondering what she should do, until Gail patted her lap.
“Climb across me so your head is by Andrew” she said, holding out her hand. Nervously, deciding to go with the evening and show them she could have fun after all, Stephanie climbed across Gail’s lap and kept crawling.
“Don’t mind me” she grinned as she clambered across Luke, and finally rested her head on Andrew’s lap.
“Don’t apologise!” grinned Andrew, “it’s not everyday I get a beautiful girl throwing herself across me!” Luke rested his arms across her middle, Gail bent Stephanie’s feet in to close the back door, and soon after they were off. No sooner had the journey began than Graham took the first corner too fast. Stephanie nearly pitched from the laps of the three holding her until Luke grabbed her waist, accidentally digging his fingers into her ribs.
“Stop that!!” laughed Stephanie, curling up.
“Hey, I think our Steph’s ticklish!” said Luke, digging in again. Stephanie convulsed, trying to cover her ribs with her arms whilst Andrew held onto her shoulders and Gail her ankles. Luke continued a gentle assault, fighting to get his fingers past her guard.
“Does it tickle here?” he asked, diving past her arms and attacking her stomach, “or here?” he asked before getting her ribs again. Stephanie squirmed before him, turning her back on him so she could effectively guard her stomach. “That’s not fair!” exclaimed Luke, trying to reach her ticklish bits but failing.
“That stopped you!” retorted Stephanie, grinning but feeling a little vulnerable at the assault.
“You got ticklish armpits too?” asked Andrew, probing her armpits and sending her into squeals and squirming again. Gail held onto her ankles and with one hand, started to pick at a lace of her trainers.
“Maybe you should tie her up to stop her thrashing so much” commented Graham from the front.
“Haven’t got any rope!” responded Luke.
“Use this” said Gail, unlacing one of her trainers and stripping the lace from the holes whilst Andrew continued his probing assault and Luke tried to reach her ribs.
“Stop…it…please!” Stephanie begged as the boys continued their attack. Gail soon had the lace stripped from the shoe and passed it over. Helping to hold Stephanie’s arms down to her sides, Gail leaned with her other arm on Stephanie’s ankles whilst Luke pulled the lace around one wrist and tied it off, then dragged the hand to the small of her back whilst he tried to make it reach the other wrist.
“No good- going to need the other one” he said, ignoring Stephanie’s protestations.
“Hang on a second…” said Gail, unlacing Stephanie’s other trainer. “Damn- this first shoe is just getting in the way” she muttered, pulling the first trainer off and throwing it behind her into the open boot of the car.
“Give…that…back” laughed Stephanie, trying to stave off the attack.
“She’s struggling too much” commented Gail, unlacing the second training shoe and pulling from Stephanie’s other foot. She passed it to Luke. “You do it!”.
“Sure…hang on” said Luke, unlacing her other trainer whilst Andrew kept up his assault in Stephanie’s ticklish neck and armpits, and Gail held onto her ankles at the other end.
“I wonder if she’s got ticklish feet?” mused Gail.
“No!” screamed Stephanie as she began to struggle and they all held her tightly down between them. Luke took the second lace and looped it around Stephanie’s other wrist, gathering the ends together and pulling them into a tight knot that gathered her hands in the small of her back.
“Got it- her hands are secure!”.
“You might as well take her socks off” said Todd from the front, “it’s tickle night at the club, and the group gets in free if we bring someone in bare feet”.
“What?” Stephanie shouted in between bouts of laughter, the prospect striking an icy cold stream down her back. Gail began to tug at her socks. “No!”.
“Don’t be so selfish!” chided Gail, tugging at the sock and slipping it past her heel despite the struggling of her legs, “let’s get these off and see how ticklish these feet are”. Gail held her ankle back and slipped the sock from her small foot, revealing soft, pink flesh and unpainted nails. “Just the way I like them. Time for the other one…” she said, hooking a thumb into the other sock and pulling it down. Stephanie tried as best she could, but the constant tickling made her legs instinctively draw into her stomach, and that prevented her from defending her feet. Gail tugged her other sock off by grabbing the material at the toe and pulling, stretching the sock taut until it popped off her toes after some resistance.
“Got it- she’s barefoot and ready to be tickled” said Gail with some satisfaction.
“What do you think we’ve been doing?” asked Andrew, sounding hurt from the other end. The assault continued with Andrew tickling Stephanie’s neck and armpits, Luke assaulting her ribs and stomach, and Gail tickling the soft soles of her bare feet until eventually they approached the club.
“This….isn’t…fair!” shouted Stephanie through her laughter.
“Oh come on!” chided Gail, “would you deny your friends some fun? It’s not like you have a choice!”. The car came to a halt and the tickling stopped. Todd and Graham climbed out, allowing Gail to pull herself free and stand up outside. Luke and Andrew helped lever Stephanie out onto Gail’s side and she helped Stephanie to stand, dishevelled and barefoot, on the pavement outside the club. The other lads followed and they joined the crowd. Some were here in pairs, some in groups, and some had members of their group in bare feet- some voluntarily, others pleading for shoes and socks to be returned. A number stared with open fascination and hunger at Stephanie, who began to feel uncomfortable at the glances.
“Come on, guys! Can I have my shoes and socks back?” she asked, supported under each arm by Gail and Graham.
“And ruin our fun? You are such a spoilsport!” said Todd.
“But this isn’t fun!” she protested, as a female bouncer stood before them.
“What’s going on here?” asked the bouncer, “you got a ticket?”.
“She’s right here” said Gail, showing Stephanie off like a Magician’s assistant. Stephanie seized her chance- a person in authority could set things right.
“Please! They took my shoes and socks off! I don’t want to be tickled! This is all a big mistake!” she pleaded. The bouncer looked appraisingly from Stephanie’s tousled hair to her bare feet under blue jeans, and nodded.
“You don’t want to be tickled, miss?” she asked, suspiciously.
“Not at all! Thank you for being so understanding…” began Stephanie with relief, a huge weight coming off her shoulders. Her ordeal was about to be over.
“…Restrained and unwilling- we like them like that in here. Bring her straight through” said the bouncer. Stephanie’s face froze in terror as Gail and Graham marched her to the end of the queue and into the nightclub, followed by the other boys.
Stephanie couldn’t believe this was real. Marched through onto soft carpet and into the main body of the club, she saw restraint devices littered amidst the tables and around the dance floor, already packed with over a hundred people. To one side, a boxing type ring stood with three women dancing within its ropes, all heavily muscled and barefoot. Near and semi naked men and women were locked into most of the restraint devices, some being tickled, others having a well earned rest as she was led to a table on which was a set of stocks and a restraint bar hanging from a Y frame on the ceiling. Stephanie was made to kneel away from the stocks, her feet guided into the holes and locked in place, displaying her soles to the rear whilst her hands were strapped to either end of the restraint bar.
“Crinkle those soles, girl!” shouted Gail behind her, attacking her feet once more. Stephanie screamed into a laugh, rocking back and forth, attracting a fair amount of attention. A woman she had never seen before approached from the front and danced her fingers inside the sleeves of Stephanie’s t shirt, gracing her armpits with painted nails whilst another lifted her t shirt out of her jeans and blew raspberries on her stomach. A third climbed up onto the table and tickled the back of her neck, lifting her long hair away to gain access, whilst all the while, Gail sat at the stocks and absent-mindedly played with her bare feet.
Soon, her laughter came to the attention of a number of people and a chant struck up. Stephanie had trouble discerning what “the ring” meant, but felt relief when she was unlocked from the stocks and released from the bar. What happened next, she did not expect. Hoisted onto the arms of the crowd, she was passed from person to person, many tickling her as she went, across the dance floor and lifted into the arms of the amazons in the boxing ring.
“Tickle time, girlie!” shouted one, attacking her ribs with fervour. The other two held her arms up and she lay on the canvass, writhing under the attack of the first who pushed her t shirt up her stomach, over her ribs, and up to her armpits, tickling as she went.
“What do you say?” yelled one of the amazons to the crowd around, “shall we take her t shirt?”. The crowd bayed for more, as Stephanie tried to find the words to protest, to beg, to plead, to do anything that would save her from her fate. Her t shirt was passed over her head and stripped off her arms as the girls continued their assault. In all her laughter, her bladder released and a wet patch stained her jeans, noticed by the first amazon.
“She’s wet herself!” cried the Amazon at her feet, “we can’t let this poor girl stay in wet jeans, can we?” she cried, to the amusement of the crowd. Despite her struggling, Stephanie writhed helpless under the control of two of the amazons as the third popped the button on her jeans, lifted her hips clear of the canvass, and slid the jeans over her hips. Once freed, they came down her legs easily, past her knees, and bunched at her ankles. The amazon lifted one of her bare feet and pulled the fabric over the ankle and off the foot. The other leg followed, and the wet jeans were tossed aside.
“And her pants are wet too!” yelled the amazon, hooking her fingers into the fabric of Stephanie’s pants.
“No!!!” yelled Stephanie, struggling as the amazon adopted a hurt expression.
“Awww- what’s the matter? Don’t want to give up your clothes? It’s time to get naked, girlie!” said the amazon, pulling the pants away from Stephanie’s crotch and off her struggling legs as her two compatriots held Stephanie’s arms high, unhooked her bra, and stripped the last garment off her naked body. Once stripped, an amazon held her hands straight whilst the other held her legs apart. The third amazon spread her hands gently on Stephanie’s bare torso, and began to tickle with repeated motions- fast, slow, gentle, rough, kneading the flesh, pinching the ribs, caressing the soft flesh inside the hip joints, and ultimately denying Stephanie the choice in what happened to her as the tickling brought her closer and closer to a state of arousal.
The amazon at her legs gathered her feet into her lap and began to stroke the soft flesh of her soles, tweaking her toes and caressing her slender ankles as the amazon at her head knelt on her hands and reached forward to gently tickle Stephanie’s neck and armpits. The amazon over her chest moved down, stroking her pubic hair, letting her tongue play in Stephanie’s belly button, then gliding down over short hair to her innermost places, tickling the clitoris and teasing her towards ecstasy.
The agony of tickling for Stephanie crashed through her, rolling in wave upon wave of helpless sentiment that lit a fire, growing stronger, louder, harder and faster in her loins, mouth desperate as the breath was torn from her lungs, reduced to a state of exhaustion, all embarrassment at being stripped naked, held down and tickled for the enjoyment of a crowd here at this bizarre club. The fire became a conflagration, the passion rising in spirals of ecstasy as the orgasm burst from her loins, gathering her up in its wake and riding her senses into oblivion. Stephanie’s fingers clenched, her toes splayed, her back arched and she quivered with pleasure, the amazons holding back as the pleasure coursed through her body and, when it was over, she collapsed, panting and exhausted to the mass applause of the crowd.
To one side, Andy, Graham, Luke, Todd, and Gail watched, huge grins on their faces as the crowd yelled, applauded, and another screaming, protesting, barefoot girl was hoisted into the crowd and passed over their heads to be deposited in the ring. The amazons left Stephanie and lept upon their new prey as the cry went up from the crowd, “Strip her, strip her, strip her…”.
For Stephanie, her ordeal was over as she curled into a naked ball and looked up at the faces of the crowd, laughing at the new girl in the ring who recovered enough to sprint around the ring in a bizarre game of tag, hoping to avoid the inevitable as the three amazons toyed with her, making her think she could delay her fate by making her run.
From one side, a member of staff gave them a bathrobe and indicated they should remove Stephanie from the ring as the three amazons now set about the business of making the new blond crawl on all fours away from them, to be hoisted back by a bare foot and tickled on her soles whilst the crowd bayed for the girl’s clothes to be forfeit. Andrew led the others into the ring to recover Stephanie, and they lifted her out and placed her in an alcove.
“What do you think, guys?” asked Andrew as Stephanie lay on the couch, eyes closed in exhaustion.
“I think” said Gail, slowly, “that we could have a lot more fun with this one….”
The end
