brian42
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Street gang tickle
Even though Holly’s friends had warned her about walking alone on the streets of New York City at night, she ignored them, thinking nothing would happen to her, but she was wrong.
It was about 11:00 and she was heading back to her apartment when it happened. While walking on the sidewalk she happened to pass a dark alley and suddenly it happened. She felt herself be grabbed by the arm and dragged into the dark alleyway, and before she could scream her mouth was covered by someone’s hand.
She was pinned up to the brick wall by two women, and there were three others with her. It was a female street gang from the looks of it.
“Well, well, well girls, what do we have here?” said the girl with long black hair wearing a sleeveless black shirt. “Looks like a preppy little spoiled girl. Well, let’s teach her not to patrol the sidewalks in our turf,” she said, and Holly wondered what was going to happen to her. She could be mugged, or stabbed or just beaten, but it wasn’t any of those that happened to her.
“What are you going to do to me?” Holly muttered.
“Oh don’t worry. You’re not going to be hurt. We have our own way of dealing with people.” Still held to the wall by her arms, Holly thrashed and tried to get away, but couldn’t.
“Hold her still!” the leader said and moved forward. She lifted her hands and placed them on Holly’s side, and Holly was confused.
“Hopefully for you, you’re ticklish, otherwise we might have to actually hurt you,” the gang leader said, and Holly’s eyes lit up with fear. She was most likely one of the most ticklish people on the planet, and she absolutely hated it. The leader began digging her fingers into her side and Holly burst out laughing.
“No! Please stop!” she tried to yell between laughs, but the tickling didn’t stop.
“Hold her shirt up,” the leader said and one other gang member came up and lifted her shirt up to her breasts. The leader began tickling her once again, focusing especially on her cute little innie belly button, and this was pure torture for Holly. The leader made sure to hit all spots on her belly, including her ribs, which caused Holly to become short of breath. But after a while it stopped.
“Put her on her back,” the leader said and the two holding her arms to the wall pulled her to the ground and pinned her on her back, and the other two held down her ankles. The leader ripped off her high heels and admired her petite small feet with her toes painted bright red.
“Please not my feet!” she yelled, but it was no good. The leader had already started tickling both her feet at the same time with all her fingers.
“HAHA PL- NO STOP!” was all she could manage to say, and she started to black out from laughing so hard.
Holly awoke a few minutes later to find the members had left, and she was left alone in the alleyway. She got up and sprinted away as fast as she could, making sure she never walked through the streets of New York City alone again.
Even though Holly’s friends had warned her about walking alone on the streets of New York City at night, she ignored them, thinking nothing would happen to her, but she was wrong.
It was about 11:00 and she was heading back to her apartment when it happened. While walking on the sidewalk she happened to pass a dark alley and suddenly it happened. She felt herself be grabbed by the arm and dragged into the dark alleyway, and before she could scream her mouth was covered by someone’s hand.
She was pinned up to the brick wall by two women, and there were three others with her. It was a female street gang from the looks of it.
“Well, well, well girls, what do we have here?” said the girl with long black hair wearing a sleeveless black shirt. “Looks like a preppy little spoiled girl. Well, let’s teach her not to patrol the sidewalks in our turf,” she said, and Holly wondered what was going to happen to her. She could be mugged, or stabbed or just beaten, but it wasn’t any of those that happened to her.
“What are you going to do to me?” Holly muttered.
“Oh don’t worry. You’re not going to be hurt. We have our own way of dealing with people.” Still held to the wall by her arms, Holly thrashed and tried to get away, but couldn’t.
“Hold her still!” the leader said and moved forward. She lifted her hands and placed them on Holly’s side, and Holly was confused.
“Hopefully for you, you’re ticklish, otherwise we might have to actually hurt you,” the gang leader said, and Holly’s eyes lit up with fear. She was most likely one of the most ticklish people on the planet, and she absolutely hated it. The leader began digging her fingers into her side and Holly burst out laughing.
“No! Please stop!” she tried to yell between laughs, but the tickling didn’t stop.
“Hold her shirt up,” the leader said and one other gang member came up and lifted her shirt up to her breasts. The leader began tickling her once again, focusing especially on her cute little innie belly button, and this was pure torture for Holly. The leader made sure to hit all spots on her belly, including her ribs, which caused Holly to become short of breath. But after a while it stopped.
“Put her on her back,” the leader said and the two holding her arms to the wall pulled her to the ground and pinned her on her back, and the other two held down her ankles. The leader ripped off her high heels and admired her petite small feet with her toes painted bright red.
“Please not my feet!” she yelled, but it was no good. The leader had already started tickling both her feet at the same time with all her fingers.
“HAHA PL- NO STOP!” was all she could manage to say, and she started to black out from laughing so hard.
Holly awoke a few minutes later to find the members had left, and she was left alone in the alleyway. She got up and sprinted away as fast as she could, making sure she never walked through the streets of New York City alone again.
