She ---- parts II and III (mmmmm/f ...explicit sex)

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Part III is below.

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She ---- part II


She could feel the skin of her body shiver and tighten. Silver darts of
pleasure ran up and down her skin as the feathers drifted back and forth.
The feathers were everywhere and delicately applied. Now that she was tied
down, sprawled over the pillows, each man had both hands free to touch
her. The dark one and the fair one were lounging by her head. Each had
fingers that tickled and stroked her wrists and occasionally one of them
would press her fingers down with the heel of his hand and using his fingers
to tickle the soft contours of her palm. They had feathers dancing along her
stretched underarms. Her legs were very exposed and the two down there
were lazily dragging the feathers in and out of her thighs. Kelsey had begun
by applying feathers to the flesh exposed by her open dress. Each one of
them seemed to know exactly the path to trace. She would feel a feather
run up the outside of her thigh as high as it could as another slide up her
inner left thigh...then the would graze over the tops and drag back down on
the other side. Over and over they would slide in the same pattern, each
time exciting the same path of nerves.

She bucked rather wildly against the restraints, until she heard her dress
tear. The more she struggled, the more the dress fell away. Kelsey’s face,
just above hers, smiled placidly and ran the feathers over every new inch of
her she exposed. But the men, it seemed, had great patience. It was a long
time between the changes of pattern. The sensations built and built until she
folded and the electricity within her burst forth in a mad thrashing struggle.
And her dress would pull away more.

“It would seem,” said Kelsey, “that she has no more need of her dress. She’s
so careless with it.”

With his words, the feathers withdrew and she knew a moment of repose,
during which she tried to collect her senses and breath. But the feathers had
caused she a turmoil of sensation, that she could hardly focus. Her lips
quivered, however, when she felt the hands pulling away her clothing. She
was certain that she would feel violated...once again terrified of being raped.
But her defences were down and her insides twisted with a strange
revulsion when she realized that her body, covered only by her thin bra and
panties, felt more free. A mild panic fluttered at her mind and tummy at the
thought of not fighting. It was as if she was pressed up against a bubble of
fear, not knowing how to react or how to turn. She could feel that bubble
swelling all around her without knowing what exactly was inside of it of which
she was so afraid.

She was not given time to think on it further before the feathers returned.
They slid down her bare arms and over her chest and bra, down her ribs,
fluttered her tummy and then flowed back up again. More feathers ran up her
legs and thighs, right up her hips to the edges of her panties and back down
again. Kelsey had moved to her feet and was somehow manipulating several
feathers at once so they enclosed her feet, wiggling and jerking about.
Delicate silvery tickling danced across her skin endlessly. Once again the men
kept their pace and their patience...the sensations would build until she
suffer a bodily shudder, but even while she was shaking, she could still feel
her body beginning to rebuild the charge.

Suddenly, the two men by her head each spread themselves lower to the
ground, long drooping feathers still caressing her torso, but so their mouths
were much closer to her ears. She rolled her head wildly, eyes trying to
focus and see what they were doing.

“We’re very intimate now,” the dark one said.

“Can you feel us?” the other said. It was like listening to the same voice
come out of different mouths. The thought lasted only that long and then
was drowned out when each mouth drew closer to her ears. She looked
straight ahead and up at the ceiling, as far away from each mouth as she
could be. Their breath tickled her ears. Her breath came even faster. She
thought she might get drunk off their scents.

“We thought we’d introduce ourselves,” said the fair one.

“My name is Jensen,” said the dark one.

“I’m Carter.”

“You might be here a while.”

“Sometimes it takes a while for someone like you to get comfortable.”
As they spoke, they simultaneously tickled her underarms and brought their
lips to her ears, breathing, articulating with their lips gently touching her
lobes. Shocks of ticklish pleasure ran from her ears, down her neck and
shivered their way down her legs again and again, every time the speaker
changed.

“But that’s alright,” Jensen whispered. Lightning bolt down her left side.

“We don’t mind.” Electricity down her right.

“You’ve probably noticed...” Left.

“We have...” Right

“Very much...” Left. She took in as much air as she could, sensing the
inevitable.

They both leaned in and gently brushed her ears with their teeth and they
said together, “Patience.”

And as they ended the word on a long hiss, she finally opened her mouth to
speak, to tell them to stop, to let her up, but the electricity exploded from
her and a loud, tortured, exquisite moan is all that came out as she arched
her back and shuddered.

She went to breath in again, but she lifted from the pillows when she cried
out and Jensen and Carter at once opened their jaws and latched onto either
side of her neck. Two miniature explosions followed the first. She tried to
cry out again, but couldn’t for the paralysis the two men were causing.

And then they were gone again, the feathers returned. She rolled her eyes
wildly, saw each man smiling pleasantly down at her. She was once again
pushed up to the bubble of rage and violation vs. tickling and pleasure. She
waited for their next move, but they simply returned to their feathery
stroking. She looked down at Kelsey who tilted his head at her and gazed
into her eyes. Her began jiggling the feather more fiercely and she was
overtaken by their tickling again.

“You know Devon,” Kelsey said, indicating the curly blond.

The chisel-jawed one lifted himself up and set himself down between her
legs. He looked European, south, well-groomed and sexy as all Hell.

“That just leaves me,” he said with a lilt. He stripped off his shirt. “I’m
Andres.”

Their timing well telepathic. She had only enough time to begin taking in his
body before feathers ran up her thighs and down her arms again. It had been
over an hour since they had begun teasing her and something in her broke.
She shuddered uncontrollably and then, quite against her will, as the feather
drew away from her thighs, she felt herself move her hips upwards and
forwards.

They all paused. They all grinned.

“Oh, fuck,” she said.

Andres grinned knowingly again. “I believe that did it.”

Devon said, “Show off.”

Kelsey spoke slowly, using his powerful voice, enunciating each word with
careful precision, giving each sound time to reverberate into her body. “Time
to give up, Love. Tickle. Tickle. Tickle.”

She rolled her eyes with fresh horror as each of them discarded their
feathers, lowered themselves to her body and began tickling in earnest. They
rolled their fingers into her underarms, they squeezed her knees and thighs
and her hips, they counted her ribs, they scrabbled their fingers against her
feet. Kelsey took Andres’ place between her spread legs and reached under
her ass, pressing his fingertips into the bum, tickling with pinches.

She finally found her voice. “GodpleasepleaseGodno no no no noplease”

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They kept switching. They would tickle her with squeezes and rib-counts and
rolls for long minutes and then they would change to gentle light strokes.
Her thoughts had derailed many times over. She would remember snatches of
tantalizing things she had read about Tantric Sex where the woman was
teased over and over again, climax ever nearing, and then the man would
suddenly stop. During a moment of clarity, she understood that that was
what was happening to her. The sensations built higher and higher, her
nerves churning, her body throbbing as the hands and mouths roamed her
whole body, then they would fall away and the light gliding touches would
resume, but the charge left in her body did not drain away completely...it
stayed and echoed in her, always wanting to burst forth, but their light
tickles would never do it. She had no idea what she was building towards.

The concept of Tantric Sex seemed even understandable by the fact that
each man had slowly stripped. During another moment of clarity she
wondered if it was possible that they were gay. She had little time to think
about it, and mostly during the torturous light tickles, but while they did not
seem at all effeminate or even remotely interested in each other at all, they
all seemed so comfortable with each other. They were laying about, almost
totally nude, limbs comfortable intertwined wherever it was necessary to
tickle her.

And the way they moved together...Devon and Andres repeatedly placed
fingers in precise spots on her feet, pressed down, sending jolts up her legs,
and then while maintaining that pressure, moved with perfect unison over her
feet, up her ankles and into the flesh of her legs where the jolts connected
into long lines of ticklishness. Each with one hand shaped into a claw on
either side of the leg each had, they pressed in and moved together up her
calves and thighs. The sensations of fingers prodding into the flesh and
gliding back and forth was unreal, but both legs trapped between strong
fingers, moving with such perfect synchronicity like that was unbearable. If
they were not lovers for each other, they were at the very least somehow
telepathic, as Kelsey seemed to be.

Kelsey.

He was constantly finding her most ticklish places. He would pause and
examine her before touching her, relentlessly seeking out her most sensitive
areas. Jensen and Carter were taking a long moment to tease the hollows of
her underarms, but Kelsey poised his fingers just under her arms. He looked
her in the eyes and flexed his fingers. She reacted as if he was already inside
her, but then his fingers pushed into the space above her ribs and she
screamed as he woke a ferocious bundle of nerves. She cried out again and
again as he tickled the top of her ribcage. She moaned and squealed for long
minutes until she realized she was straining upward against her bonds, trying
to move into his arms. The fingers gliding up and down her legs reached her
pantyline again and she spasmed uncontrollably. She wanted his touch on
her breasts. Revolted once again at her own desire she tried to block it out,
but it was too late. Kelsey was already smiling wickedly.

She begged again for them to stop, but they surrounded her and slid their
ten hands under her body. They tensed their fingers into claws, each finger
carefully placed on an electric nerve cluster and lifted her off the ground.
Their fingers drove into her nerves and she cried out again. Kelsey smoothly
undid her bra and let it hang. She gasped for air, praying she could stay still
so that it wouldn’t slide out of place, but being held up by all the fingers was
driving her crazy.

Kelsey looked into her eyes again. “Ready?” he asked quietly. Her eyes
widened. And with perfect synchronicity, all the fingers began to wiggle
underneath her. She screamed and twisted and cried out again and again.
The fingers drove into the soft flesh of her ass, her thighs, and spots on her
back that nearly burned with ticklishness. She didn’t even notice that one of
her arms was freed briefly and her bra loosed. But she watched as Kelsey
slid it down her arm and away under one of the pillows. The cool air was a
brief release, and then they lowered her to the ground; some hands tickling
her back and ass, other tickling her tummy and around her breasts. She was
filled once again with the desire to have them touched, tickled, kissed by the
mouths that had already explored so much of her body. Her resistance
weakened, she actually thrust them forward into the air as an invitation.
Kelsey lowered his face until she could feel him breathing. The others
switched back to light tickling, tracing circles around her panties and breasts.

Kelsey blew air over her skin and she shivered deliciously. “Is this what you
want?” and he opened his mouth above her right nipple, tongue extended
wetly.

“No.”

“No?” he mused, once again breathing lightly across her skin.

“Please stop,” she begged, “I can’t take anymore. Please stop.”

“What if I took this,” cool breath again, “...into my mouth. Would you want
me to stop then?”

“God don’t...please I’m sorry, please don’t.”

“What? What did you say?”

She panicked. He had suddenly changed the game and she didn’t understand.

“What? I...I...” Just then, all the rest of them stepped up to ferocious
tickling. She began screaming again. They tickled her hard for a minute and
then stopped, together, all at once.

“What did you say? Did you say ‘Sorry?’”

She shook her head...she didn’t understand, but she was terrified.

“I...I didn’t mean...”

“What are you sorry for, my darling? Are you...a bad person? A bad girl?”

He pounced between her legs again and stroked her hips. She moaned and
tried to pull away, but Jensen and Carter slid their hands under her and
lifted her towards Kelsey.

“Noooo...” she moaned, but it was too late. She felt herself pushing her body
to him, inviting him to touch her. She spread her legs as much as she could.
He tickled her hips lightly and she giggled and strained even more.

“Her feet,” Kelsey said.

Her eyes bulged. Immediately, as if they heard him before he spoke, Andres
and Devon attacked her feet, scrabbling and stroking, pressing and gliding.
She laughed and laughed, twisting and thrashing. It went on like that for
longer than she could understand. Carter and Jensen were tickling her ass
and back and thighs from underneath, always pushing hr towards Kelsey.
Kelsey stroked her hips. And the boys at her feet relentlessly tickled them.

“What do you want?” Kelsey said, after an eternity.

“Let....me.....go.....”she said through her endless chorus of giggles.
“Please....please....let ...me go....can’t...any....more...”

“Whereas, what I think you want is this...” and he slid his fingers beneath
the pantylines of her thighs. The skin, and yet untouched, beneath her
panties tightened and sizzled with electricity.

“No!” she screamed, “Don’t don’t don’t!”

“Not even just a little...” and he dragged her panties down half an inch.
Jensen and Carter lowered her and began teasing the thin line of newly
exposed flesh with one hand while circling her breasts with the other. Kelsey
lazed his fingers underneath the fabric of her panties, exciting the delicate
nerves of between her hips and her sex. He waited until she had thrust
invitingly several times over before dragging her panties another half inch.

In doing so he had exposed a deep set of ticklish skin and she thrashed with
new energy. Her head tossed from side to side and she cried out, “Please,”
over and over again until Kelsey slid her panties down another half inch. The
top of her sex was exposed, soft hair showing over her pantyline.

“Do you want them off?”

“NO!”

Andres and Devon had not relented at all since they began. They paused for
a moment...only long enough for her to realize that she had nearly grown
accustomed to the tickling, and then began again.

The other three each placed two fingers each around her nearly exposed
pussy. They slowly increased the pressure of each finger. Her nipples, she
realized, were painfully hard and she was once again paralyzed with
sensation. Silvery sparks of ticklish pleasure began at the center of each
finger and shot out across her body. On and on they went. The tickling on
her feet winding her up beyond her capacity to feel it.

“Do you want them off?”

“NOOO!!”

They began tickling her pelvis vigourously.

She honestly thought she was going to come, the sensations were so
intense.

“Please...” she said.

Kelsey slipped up to whisper in her ear, “Please, what?”

“God...no....”

“Please what, my Sweet.”

Andres and Devon finally stopped torturing her feet and began tracing slowly
up her calves and thighs. Carter and Jensen teased circles around her pussy
and breasts.

“Please no...don’t make me...”

The slow tickling circles were making it impossible to think, impossible to
resist.

“Please what?” he whispered.

“Take them off....oh, God, please take them off...”

“Of course.”

Oh fuck oh God thank you oh