jersey_tickler
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So sorry this has taken so long. Also, the rest of Haunted Mansion 2 part 5 will be added to it's thread, so keep your eyes peeled for my name in the comment section, my friends.
Sally Seaweed regarded the young businesswoman with curiousity. She had no idea where Marcy had come from with her strange clothes and cheap shoes. That and Marcy looked like an uptight woman on the brink of thirty who was way too discontent. In Sally’s mind, it was her obligation to make Marcy a member of her pirate gang while she was still among them.
Secretly, the man behind the curtain, Dr. Spiro, also felt the same way. He had no plans of letting Marcy clap her way off the ship until she loosened up and was freed from the confines of her business attire.
Sally: Alright, Ozzy darlin, raise her back on deck, so the girls can join in.
The obedient octopus followed orders and lifted the short businesswoman all the way back on deck. Only he didn’t set her down on deck, he held her above the crew, with a tentacle around her waist, which Marcy proceeded to hit repeatedly.
Marcy: Let me go, you, you creature from the black lagoon!
She kept pounding on the Ozzy the Octopus’s tentacle that was around her waist, demanding to be let go. Ozzy was either too loyal to Sally or he didn’t understand what she was saying through her clenched teeth.
Lily: Look’s who back on deck, guess she met the captain.
Reba: She’s got quite a sense of humor.
Lita: Well, whatta ya know, so do we?
Cookie: I tell ya what, she’s such a little cutie pie!
Reba: Speaking of pie, I call dibs on her jinky.
Lita: Shut up, Reba, it’s Captain Sally’s call.
Sally Seaweed came up on deck and watched her female crew crowd around Marcy. Looking up, she placed her hands on her hips and began to speak to Marcy.
Sally: Now, my dear little girl, are you ready to join our merry band of misfits.
Marcy: Never, and don’t call me a little girl, you sea hag!
Sally: Ooooh, feisty little one, aren’t you? I like that, very much so
Joan: Oh Captain, her shoes aren’t off yet.
Sally: I know, darlin, will you and Lita kindly remove them?
Joan and Lita slowly approached Marcy’s legs, still held captive by Otis. The two female pirates wasted no time in unlacing her brown leather Oxfords. Marcy bit her lip as she felt her shoes loosen.
Joan and Lita (singing): The laces come undone, the laces come undone, hi ho, hi ho, stripping feet is fun!
Marcy groaned as she heard the pirates laugh at her expense. Then she gave a tiny yelp as her shoes came off with a popping noise. She felt the cool breeze wash over her size six feet, incased in her navy dress socks. Joan and Lita each tossed a shoe to Captain Sally, who studied them in her hands.
Sally: Interesting how your shoes are in such good condition. Oh, and leather too, we can trade these for a couple bottles of rum at our next port.
Cookie: Ha, now let’s take those socks off.
Marcy: No, don’t take off my socks!
Sally: She’s right, don’t take her socks off. Otis, my darling, why don’t you turn Marcy upsie daisy.
The octopus’s tentacles wrapped back around Marcy’s legs, and then dropped her so that her head was pointing down at the deck.
Marcy: No, let me up, I’m gonna be sick.
Her suit coat came halfway off, with the flaps hanging down towards her head. Cookie came over and pulled the coat off completely. Marcy whined a bit, her socked soles facing the women while all the blood rushed to head.
Sally stepped forward and regarded Marcy’s socked feet. Ever so gently she dragged her fingernails slowly up and down the captive girl’s soles.
Marcy: Noooheeeheeeheeheeee don’t tickle eeheheeee!
Sally: Ha, look at poor little Marcy. Hanging like a fish on a hook, which makes you the greatest catch we’ve had in a while.
Marcy: Please, let me down, my head is killing me!
Sally: Otis, be a dear and lay the girl down on her back. But keep holding her legs, we don’t want her escaping.
Otis did as she commanded, and laid her down back first. Marcy felt a little bit better, but it was only temporary when she felt Sally playfully pluck at her socks.
Sally: Lovely socks you have, the color of the sea.
Her nails poked and prodded at Marcy’s socked feet once again, driving the young woman bonkers.
Marcy: Eheeheehee will you eheeheeheheee cut that out!
Sally: Cut it out? Ha, I’ve only begun, you lightweight!
Marcy: Just please don’t tickle my feet, they are my most ticklish spot..
Sally: Well, you get merits for your honesty, matey. Unfortunately, it’s not helping you keep your socks on.
The sea pirate rolled up Marcy’s pant legs, exposing more of her socks. When the pant legs were folded, Sally noticed the hint of pale skin in between the corduroy and the polyester.
Sally: And what have we here, looks like bare skin.
Sally’sindex nail lightly tickled the tiny spot of ankle exposed flesh, making Marcy giggle more as she felt her left sock coming off her heel. Her right sock came off her next, exposing her other heel. Sally then made circles around each heel with her fingernails working as a team.
Marcy: Eheheheheehehee not my socks, eheheeheeeheheeee don’t! You sahahaahaaaid you would leave my socks on!
Sally: No, my dear, I told the girls to leave your socks on, but I didn’t say anything about little ole me, did I?
With two tugs, the socks came off, inside out. Sally brought both to her nose and gave them a small sniff. Then she turned away and tossed the socks into a mop bucket that was still full. Sally’s gaze went to Marcy’s naked soles, with her chubby toes pointing to the sky.
Sally: Awwww, the girl scout has pretty little feet!
Lita: Can we tickle them, captain?
Sally: After me, after me, Lita dear!
Pulling the feather from her captain’s hat, Sally proceeded to run the feather all along Marcy’s sole, getting the arch and heel.
Marcy: EhEEEHEEEEHEHEEEEEGAAAAADS NOOHOHOOHOONOOOH!
Sally: Yes, yes, yes, your feet are now tickle toys for us to play with.
While Sally’s feather danced along Marcy’s left sole, causing an uproar of giggles from the dark haired woman.
Marcy: WHEEEEHEEEEHEEEHEEEEE NOT THE FEEAAAAHAAAAATER!
Sally: Yes, yes, little humming bird, the Mr. Feather loves your little dainty feet. Not as much as I do, he he he!
Captain Sally bent down and sniffed and down Marcy’s sole, which only irritated and repulsed her captive more. Who did this woman think she was, sniffing her like a dog would.
Fortunately Sally Seaweed was equally repulsed or pretending to be.
Sally: Wheeeee doggies, for such little feet, they have a big stink!
Marcy blushed with embarrassment as she knew her feet were really sweaty. She had planned on changing her footwear when unpacking her suitcase, but now she didn't even know where her suitcase was.
Continuing her assault on Marcy’s size sixes, Sally used the quill of the feather to poke all over Marcy’s right sole. Then she switched to the left, then the right again.
Sally (singing): Left, right, left, right, left. Tickle, tickle feet left and right, such a pretty sight.
Marcy gave a yelp each time the quill poked her foot. What were these women supposed to be, the musical pirates of the Caribbean, how annoying.
Sally: Alright girls, time for a little teamwork. Cookie, why don’t you and Lita each take one of this little cutie’s soles, while I have fun with her tootsies.
Joan: Hey, I want a turn!
Sally: Hush, missy, you’ll get your turn, now keep quiet and you’ll be next.
Lita and Cookie eagerly approached Marcy’s bare feet, and each took a foot in their hands.
Cookie: You have such soft feet, little cutie!
Lita: Hell yeah, but the Captain is right though, her feet are smelly!
Marcy: Shut up, you bitch!
Sally stuck up for her crew member by pinching and twisting Marcy’s tender toes, making the captive girl cry in pain.
Marcy: Owwwwwwie, please don’t!
Sally: Are you gonna be nice?
Marcy: Yes, just please don’t hurt me!
Sally: Fair enough, I won’t hurt your smelly little piggies. I will tickle them though.
Turning the feather around, she used the soft part to tickle all five of Marcy’s toes on her right foot. Lita and Cookie used their nails all over her sole. The fact that her toes and soles were being tickled at the same time, was enough to drive Marcy bananas.
Marcy: TEEEEEHEEEEHEHEEEHEHEEE NOOOHOOOH NOT MY TOES!
Cookie: What’s the matter, little girl, don’t like the tough pirates tickling your cute little feet.
Marcy: NEEEHEEEEHEHEEEE NO I HAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAHAA DON’T!
Sally pried apart the toes on Marcy’s left foot, and eyed the spaces in between.
Sally: Hmmm, I wonder what would happen if I use the feather in between each one of your toesies.
Marcy: NO, don’t!
But of course, the alpha female only chuckled to herself and used the feather like a saw to tickle each toe gap.
Marcy: WAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA NOOOO, EHEHEHEHAAHAHAHAHAHA NOT IN AHAHAHAHAHAHA BEEEHEEEEEHEETWEEEEEN MY TOHOOHOHOOES!
Sally continued tickling in between the chubby toes, and even went to the other five toes. She took her time sawing in between the toe valleys, as Marcy continued to whimper and giggle at the same time.
Sally: You are as whiny as an ambulance, little Marcy. I have just the cure for that.
The fat pirate captain, opened her big jaws and then chomped ever so gently on the five wiggling toes on Marcy’s right foot. Marcy squealed and her laughter went up two more notches on the loudness scale. Lita and Cookie took note of this and wanted to join in too.
Lita: Can we snack on her other piggy toes?
Sally: Sure, but there is an odd number of toes, one of you will have to settle for two.
Cookie: That’s fine, I just want her big piggy toe, Lita can have the rest.
Sally: Fine by me, but make sure your nails keep tickling the bottoms of her feet too. Oh and Reba, take the girl’s trousers off. But first, go get me rum, I need a drink. The rest of you go find Marcy some proper pirate attire.
The other pirates dispersed, leaving Marcy nervous about what proper pirate attire meant. Then Marcy tensed up more as she saw the two women lick their lips and reach for her toes, which she curled tightly as possible.
Cookie: Awwwww, her little piggies are all scared.
Lita: Good, they should be, because they’re about to be devoured by the big bad wolf, ha ha ha!
Marcy: Noooooooo!
Back in the Tee Hee Forest….
April was laughing her head off, as the three monkey men continued to tickle her bare belly, and her stocking feet. This was so much fun, she loved being tickled, and this was the only place where she could get tickled the best and the most. Despite being in the shade, she was starting to perspire and getting hot flashes. The three monkey men noticed this and stopped again. George brought the heaving blonde some water from a canteen which April accepted gratefully. These guys were so sweet to her, and she almost wished she could take them home with her. While enjoying a short break, she swung on the swing, back and forth like she had done when she was little. Her black nylon feet swung out forward as she swung. Each time she swung, Ted and Ray tried to catch her feet when they came rushing forward, while April played Keep Away by moving them out of the way when their hands came at her stocking soles.
April: Try to get the feet, try to get the feet.
Ray and Ted tried, but the blonde businesswoman was too quick. As a child, April had always been the swiftest, fastest swinger on the playground. She was jumping out of swings and into the sand at the age of six. Even though she enjoyed the tickling, it gave her pleasure to tease them with her feet.
April: You can’t catch my feet, you can’t catch my feet, nah, nah, nah, nah nah!
Exhausted, Ted climbed to the very top of the branch that the swing was tied to. Reaching down with his foot hands, he steadied the swing to a stop which gave Ray a chance to grab April’s stocking legs. Ray grinned with delight and wrapped his arm around her ankles and tickled her nylon soles very efficiently.
April: NAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAHAAAA YOU CHEEEHEEEHEEATER, EEEHEEEEEHEEEEE!
After enjoying their moment, the two monkey men stopped, and April stopped swinging and gave a sigh.
Ted: Have you had enough yet, April?
April: Oh no, I’m just getting warmed up.
Ray: Pun intended it seems, with that sweat beating down from your brow.
April: Touché.
Sabrina, who was still creeping in the tree above, smiled wryly at hearing that comment. Using her upper hands to hang from a tree branch, she used her lower hands to pull April’s pink camisole up from the hems and over her head. Then she tossed the garment away, leaving April in her white lacy bra.
Sabrina: I think April looks better with less clothes on. How do ya like that, blondie?
April flushed a bit in embarrassment, a natural reaction to being exposed in her bra, but she played it cool.
April: Ahhhhh, that’s much better. Thank you Sabrina.
Sabrina: You won’t be thanking me, once I take your remaining top off.
George: Alright, Sabrina, quit being a bitch and wait your turn.
Ray: Hey, let’s tickle her ribs next, Ted.
Ted nodded and got on the left side of April, while Ray got on the right side. Together, the two monkey men plunged their digits into April’s ribs, making the blonde titter to herself in joyous agony. Sabrina was hesitant, not sure where she wanted to tickle the blonde now. She thought about tickling April’s thighs, but she would have to remove the blonde’s skirt first, because it slightly in the way. April kept laughing her head off, loving every second of it. Very slowly, Sabrina unfastened and unzipped April’s black skirt, and gracefully pulled it off her legs. Now all April had left on were her black thigh highs, and her pink bra and panties. The guys stopped tickling her for a moment as they were entranced by the fact that April was in her undergarments.
Sabrina: Damn, blondie, you really are pretty in pink, aren’t you.
April: So, I’ve been told before. If I didn’t know any better, Sabrina, I’d say you’ve formed an attraction to my body.
April didn’t mind it though, and even though she didn’t care much for Sabrina, she could tolerate the monkey girl seeing her half dressed as long as she kept tickling her.
Sabrina: Bitch please, I just want to torture you!
April: So, go ahead, I can take it.
Sabrina: Not here though. Get ready to catch her, boys.
She pushed April off the swing, and into the awaiting arms of George, Ray and Ted who broke her fall with ease.
April: Awwww, my heroes!
Since she couldn't reach their cheeks with her hands, she extended her stocking foot and nuzzled each of their cheeks with her nylon covered toes. Ted couldn't help but hold on to her ankle and inhale the leather aroma deeply.
April: Hehe, easy there, Teddy Bear.
Ray: C'mon brothers, let's help April get more relaxed.
George: How about the hammock?
Ray: Yeah, good thinking George.
April: Take me away, boys!
Sabrina: I'm coming too.
On his monitor, Dr. Spiro watched the show with glee. He switched back and forth to April and Marcy. He was looking forward to Marcy getting her pants off soon, because he was curious about what color underwear she had on. But then his phone rang, and he sighed realizing that he now had business to handle.
Spiro: Yes?
Secretary: Dr. Spiro, so sorry to trouble you, but Katlin Moore is here to see you.
Spiro: Business or personal, Arlene?
Secretary: Business, I’m afraid.
Spiro: Very well, allow her to come up.
This was even better, another woman to go through into his Imaginarium. Now this weekend had become a Triple Feature.
Sally Seaweed regarded the young businesswoman with curiousity. She had no idea where Marcy had come from with her strange clothes and cheap shoes. That and Marcy looked like an uptight woman on the brink of thirty who was way too discontent. In Sally’s mind, it was her obligation to make Marcy a member of her pirate gang while she was still among them.
Secretly, the man behind the curtain, Dr. Spiro, also felt the same way. He had no plans of letting Marcy clap her way off the ship until she loosened up and was freed from the confines of her business attire.
Sally: Alright, Ozzy darlin, raise her back on deck, so the girls can join in.
The obedient octopus followed orders and lifted the short businesswoman all the way back on deck. Only he didn’t set her down on deck, he held her above the crew, with a tentacle around her waist, which Marcy proceeded to hit repeatedly.
Marcy: Let me go, you, you creature from the black lagoon!
She kept pounding on the Ozzy the Octopus’s tentacle that was around her waist, demanding to be let go. Ozzy was either too loyal to Sally or he didn’t understand what she was saying through her clenched teeth.
Lily: Look’s who back on deck, guess she met the captain.
Reba: She’s got quite a sense of humor.
Lita: Well, whatta ya know, so do we?
Cookie: I tell ya what, she’s such a little cutie pie!
Reba: Speaking of pie, I call dibs on her jinky.
Lita: Shut up, Reba, it’s Captain Sally’s call.
Sally Seaweed came up on deck and watched her female crew crowd around Marcy. Looking up, she placed her hands on her hips and began to speak to Marcy.
Sally: Now, my dear little girl, are you ready to join our merry band of misfits.
Marcy: Never, and don’t call me a little girl, you sea hag!
Sally: Ooooh, feisty little one, aren’t you? I like that, very much so
Joan: Oh Captain, her shoes aren’t off yet.
Sally: I know, darlin, will you and Lita kindly remove them?
Joan and Lita slowly approached Marcy’s legs, still held captive by Otis. The two female pirates wasted no time in unlacing her brown leather Oxfords. Marcy bit her lip as she felt her shoes loosen.
Joan and Lita (singing): The laces come undone, the laces come undone, hi ho, hi ho, stripping feet is fun!
Marcy groaned as she heard the pirates laugh at her expense. Then she gave a tiny yelp as her shoes came off with a popping noise. She felt the cool breeze wash over her size six feet, incased in her navy dress socks. Joan and Lita each tossed a shoe to Captain Sally, who studied them in her hands.
Sally: Interesting how your shoes are in such good condition. Oh, and leather too, we can trade these for a couple bottles of rum at our next port.
Cookie: Ha, now let’s take those socks off.
Marcy: No, don’t take off my socks!
Sally: She’s right, don’t take her socks off. Otis, my darling, why don’t you turn Marcy upsie daisy.
The octopus’s tentacles wrapped back around Marcy’s legs, and then dropped her so that her head was pointing down at the deck.
Marcy: No, let me up, I’m gonna be sick.
Her suit coat came halfway off, with the flaps hanging down towards her head. Cookie came over and pulled the coat off completely. Marcy whined a bit, her socked soles facing the women while all the blood rushed to head.
Sally stepped forward and regarded Marcy’s socked feet. Ever so gently she dragged her fingernails slowly up and down the captive girl’s soles.
Marcy: Noooheeeheeeheeheeee don’t tickle eeheheeee!
Sally: Ha, look at poor little Marcy. Hanging like a fish on a hook, which makes you the greatest catch we’ve had in a while.
Marcy: Please, let me down, my head is killing me!
Sally: Otis, be a dear and lay the girl down on her back. But keep holding her legs, we don’t want her escaping.
Otis did as she commanded, and laid her down back first. Marcy felt a little bit better, but it was only temporary when she felt Sally playfully pluck at her socks.
Sally: Lovely socks you have, the color of the sea.
Her nails poked and prodded at Marcy’s socked feet once again, driving the young woman bonkers.
Marcy: Eheeheehee will you eheeheeheheee cut that out!
Sally: Cut it out? Ha, I’ve only begun, you lightweight!
Marcy: Just please don’t tickle my feet, they are my most ticklish spot..
Sally: Well, you get merits for your honesty, matey. Unfortunately, it’s not helping you keep your socks on.
The sea pirate rolled up Marcy’s pant legs, exposing more of her socks. When the pant legs were folded, Sally noticed the hint of pale skin in between the corduroy and the polyester.
Sally: And what have we here, looks like bare skin.
Sally’sindex nail lightly tickled the tiny spot of ankle exposed flesh, making Marcy giggle more as she felt her left sock coming off her heel. Her right sock came off her next, exposing her other heel. Sally then made circles around each heel with her fingernails working as a team.
Marcy: Eheheheheehehee not my socks, eheheeheeeheheeee don’t! You sahahaahaaaid you would leave my socks on!
Sally: No, my dear, I told the girls to leave your socks on, but I didn’t say anything about little ole me, did I?
With two tugs, the socks came off, inside out. Sally brought both to her nose and gave them a small sniff. Then she turned away and tossed the socks into a mop bucket that was still full. Sally’s gaze went to Marcy’s naked soles, with her chubby toes pointing to the sky.
Sally: Awwww, the girl scout has pretty little feet!
Lita: Can we tickle them, captain?
Sally: After me, after me, Lita dear!
Pulling the feather from her captain’s hat, Sally proceeded to run the feather all along Marcy’s sole, getting the arch and heel.
Marcy: EhEEEHEEEEHEHEEEEEGAAAAADS NOOHOHOOHOONOOOH!
Sally: Yes, yes, yes, your feet are now tickle toys for us to play with.
While Sally’s feather danced along Marcy’s left sole, causing an uproar of giggles from the dark haired woman.
Marcy: WHEEEEHEEEEHEEEHEEEEE NOT THE FEEAAAAHAAAAATER!
Sally: Yes, yes, little humming bird, the Mr. Feather loves your little dainty feet. Not as much as I do, he he he!
Captain Sally bent down and sniffed and down Marcy’s sole, which only irritated and repulsed her captive more. Who did this woman think she was, sniffing her like a dog would.
Fortunately Sally Seaweed was equally repulsed or pretending to be.
Sally: Wheeeee doggies, for such little feet, they have a big stink!
Marcy blushed with embarrassment as she knew her feet were really sweaty. She had planned on changing her footwear when unpacking her suitcase, but now she didn't even know where her suitcase was.
Continuing her assault on Marcy’s size sixes, Sally used the quill of the feather to poke all over Marcy’s right sole. Then she switched to the left, then the right again.
Sally (singing): Left, right, left, right, left. Tickle, tickle feet left and right, such a pretty sight.
Marcy gave a yelp each time the quill poked her foot. What were these women supposed to be, the musical pirates of the Caribbean, how annoying.
Sally: Alright girls, time for a little teamwork. Cookie, why don’t you and Lita each take one of this little cutie’s soles, while I have fun with her tootsies.
Joan: Hey, I want a turn!
Sally: Hush, missy, you’ll get your turn, now keep quiet and you’ll be next.
Lita and Cookie eagerly approached Marcy’s bare feet, and each took a foot in their hands.
Cookie: You have such soft feet, little cutie!
Lita: Hell yeah, but the Captain is right though, her feet are smelly!
Marcy: Shut up, you bitch!
Sally stuck up for her crew member by pinching and twisting Marcy’s tender toes, making the captive girl cry in pain.
Marcy: Owwwwwwie, please don’t!
Sally: Are you gonna be nice?
Marcy: Yes, just please don’t hurt me!
Sally: Fair enough, I won’t hurt your smelly little piggies. I will tickle them though.
Turning the feather around, she used the soft part to tickle all five of Marcy’s toes on her right foot. Lita and Cookie used their nails all over her sole. The fact that her toes and soles were being tickled at the same time, was enough to drive Marcy bananas.
Marcy: TEEEEEHEEEEHEHEEEHEHEEE NOOOHOOOH NOT MY TOES!
Cookie: What’s the matter, little girl, don’t like the tough pirates tickling your cute little feet.
Marcy: NEEEHEEEEHEHEEEE NO I HAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAHAA DON’T!
Sally pried apart the toes on Marcy’s left foot, and eyed the spaces in between.
Sally: Hmmm, I wonder what would happen if I use the feather in between each one of your toesies.
Marcy: NO, don’t!
But of course, the alpha female only chuckled to herself and used the feather like a saw to tickle each toe gap.
Marcy: WAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA NOOOO, EHEHEHEHAAHAHAHAHAHA NOT IN AHAHAHAHAHAHA BEEEHEEEEEHEETWEEEEEN MY TOHOOHOHOOES!
Sally continued tickling in between the chubby toes, and even went to the other five toes. She took her time sawing in between the toe valleys, as Marcy continued to whimper and giggle at the same time.
Sally: You are as whiny as an ambulance, little Marcy. I have just the cure for that.
The fat pirate captain, opened her big jaws and then chomped ever so gently on the five wiggling toes on Marcy’s right foot. Marcy squealed and her laughter went up two more notches on the loudness scale. Lita and Cookie took note of this and wanted to join in too.
Lita: Can we snack on her other piggy toes?
Sally: Sure, but there is an odd number of toes, one of you will have to settle for two.
Cookie: That’s fine, I just want her big piggy toe, Lita can have the rest.
Sally: Fine by me, but make sure your nails keep tickling the bottoms of her feet too. Oh and Reba, take the girl’s trousers off. But first, go get me rum, I need a drink. The rest of you go find Marcy some proper pirate attire.
The other pirates dispersed, leaving Marcy nervous about what proper pirate attire meant. Then Marcy tensed up more as she saw the two women lick their lips and reach for her toes, which she curled tightly as possible.
Cookie: Awwwww, her little piggies are all scared.
Lita: Good, they should be, because they’re about to be devoured by the big bad wolf, ha ha ha!
Marcy: Noooooooo!
Back in the Tee Hee Forest….
April was laughing her head off, as the three monkey men continued to tickle her bare belly, and her stocking feet. This was so much fun, she loved being tickled, and this was the only place where she could get tickled the best and the most. Despite being in the shade, she was starting to perspire and getting hot flashes. The three monkey men noticed this and stopped again. George brought the heaving blonde some water from a canteen which April accepted gratefully. These guys were so sweet to her, and she almost wished she could take them home with her. While enjoying a short break, she swung on the swing, back and forth like she had done when she was little. Her black nylon feet swung out forward as she swung. Each time she swung, Ted and Ray tried to catch her feet when they came rushing forward, while April played Keep Away by moving them out of the way when their hands came at her stocking soles.
April: Try to get the feet, try to get the feet.
Ray and Ted tried, but the blonde businesswoman was too quick. As a child, April had always been the swiftest, fastest swinger on the playground. She was jumping out of swings and into the sand at the age of six. Even though she enjoyed the tickling, it gave her pleasure to tease them with her feet.
April: You can’t catch my feet, you can’t catch my feet, nah, nah, nah, nah nah!
Exhausted, Ted climbed to the very top of the branch that the swing was tied to. Reaching down with his foot hands, he steadied the swing to a stop which gave Ray a chance to grab April’s stocking legs. Ray grinned with delight and wrapped his arm around her ankles and tickled her nylon soles very efficiently.
April: NAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAHAAAA YOU CHEEEHEEEHEEATER, EEEHEEEEEHEEEEE!
After enjoying their moment, the two monkey men stopped, and April stopped swinging and gave a sigh.
Ted: Have you had enough yet, April?
April: Oh no, I’m just getting warmed up.
Ray: Pun intended it seems, with that sweat beating down from your brow.
April: Touché.
Sabrina, who was still creeping in the tree above, smiled wryly at hearing that comment. Using her upper hands to hang from a tree branch, she used her lower hands to pull April’s pink camisole up from the hems and over her head. Then she tossed the garment away, leaving April in her white lacy bra.
Sabrina: I think April looks better with less clothes on. How do ya like that, blondie?
April flushed a bit in embarrassment, a natural reaction to being exposed in her bra, but she played it cool.
April: Ahhhhh, that’s much better. Thank you Sabrina.
Sabrina: You won’t be thanking me, once I take your remaining top off.
George: Alright, Sabrina, quit being a bitch and wait your turn.
Ray: Hey, let’s tickle her ribs next, Ted.
Ted nodded and got on the left side of April, while Ray got on the right side. Together, the two monkey men plunged their digits into April’s ribs, making the blonde titter to herself in joyous agony. Sabrina was hesitant, not sure where she wanted to tickle the blonde now. She thought about tickling April’s thighs, but she would have to remove the blonde’s skirt first, because it slightly in the way. April kept laughing her head off, loving every second of it. Very slowly, Sabrina unfastened and unzipped April’s black skirt, and gracefully pulled it off her legs. Now all April had left on were her black thigh highs, and her pink bra and panties. The guys stopped tickling her for a moment as they were entranced by the fact that April was in her undergarments.
Sabrina: Damn, blondie, you really are pretty in pink, aren’t you.
April: So, I’ve been told before. If I didn’t know any better, Sabrina, I’d say you’ve formed an attraction to my body.
April didn’t mind it though, and even though she didn’t care much for Sabrina, she could tolerate the monkey girl seeing her half dressed as long as she kept tickling her.
Sabrina: Bitch please, I just want to torture you!
April: So, go ahead, I can take it.
Sabrina: Not here though. Get ready to catch her, boys.
She pushed April off the swing, and into the awaiting arms of George, Ray and Ted who broke her fall with ease.
April: Awwww, my heroes!
Since she couldn't reach their cheeks with her hands, she extended her stocking foot and nuzzled each of their cheeks with her nylon covered toes. Ted couldn't help but hold on to her ankle and inhale the leather aroma deeply.
April: Hehe, easy there, Teddy Bear.
Ray: C'mon brothers, let's help April get more relaxed.
George: How about the hammock?
Ray: Yeah, good thinking George.
April: Take me away, boys!
Sabrina: I'm coming too.
On his monitor, Dr. Spiro watched the show with glee. He switched back and forth to April and Marcy. He was looking forward to Marcy getting her pants off soon, because he was curious about what color underwear she had on. But then his phone rang, and he sighed realizing that he now had business to handle.
Spiro: Yes?
Secretary: Dr. Spiro, so sorry to trouble you, but Katlin Moore is here to see you.
Spiro: Business or personal, Arlene?
Secretary: Business, I’m afraid.
Spiro: Very well, allow her to come up.
This was even better, another woman to go through into his Imaginarium. Now this weekend had become a Triple Feature.
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