A party tickle toy (Multiple/F)

[GiggleTales]

Samantha sat on her worn-out sofa in her tiny studio apartment, staring at the stack of bills on the coffee table. She was 21 years old, with a slender frame and soft brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves. Her green eyes carried the weight of sleepless nights and financial anxiety. Her landlord had already given her a final warning about rent, and her utility bills were overdue. She chewed her lip nervously, scrolling through job postings on her phone.

Nothing. Every ad either required years of experience she didn’t have or offered pay so low it wouldn’t even cover groceries. Samantha sighed, setting her phone down and pulling her knees to her chest.

That’s when a bold, colorful ad caught her eye:

“Looking for Party Workers! Fun environment, great pay, flexible hours. REQUIREMENTS: Wear shorts, crop top, and white socks while working. Enthusiasm a must!”

She tilted her head. It was unusual, to say the least. The ad didn’t go into detail about what the job actually entailed, which made her hesitant. Still, “great pay” was hard to pass up when she didn’t have a dollar to her name. Desperate times, she thought.

She dialed the number listed in the ad, her fingers trembling slightly.

“Hello?” A cheerful female voice answered on the other end.

“Hi, I’m calling about the party worker position,” Samantha said, her voice uncertain.

“Oh, great! We’re still looking for someone,” the voice replied enthusiastically. “Can you send us some pictures of yourself in the required outfit—shorts, a crop top, and white socks—and a short video explaining why you’d be perfect for the role?”

Samantha frowned. “What exactly would I be doing at the party?”

“It’s simple work! You’ll just need to follow instructions and keep the guests entertained. It’s super easy, and you’ll get paid at the end of the night!”

The vagueness made her stomach twist, but she didn’t have many options. “Okay, I’ll send the pictures and video soon,” she said.

“Perfect! We’ll be in touch!”

When the call ended, Samantha stared at her phone. Taking pictures of herself in that specific outfit felt strange, but she decided to push past her doubts. She rummaged through her drawers, pulling out her only pair of denim shorts and a plain white crop top. The outfit felt snug against her slim frame, accentuating her long legs and small waist. She pulled on a pair of ankle-length white socks, grabbed her phone, and set it on her dresser to record the video.

“Hi,” she began awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “My name’s Samantha, and I think I’d be great for this job because I’m reliable, hardworking, and I’m good at following directions.” She paused, struggling to think of what else to say. “I really need this job, and I promise to do my best!”

She stopped recording, cringing slightly at how nervous she sounded. But it would have to do. She sent the video and pictures to the number and hoped for the best.

Three days later, Samantha’s phone buzzed.

“Congratulations! You’re hired for the party worker position. The party is this Friday at 7:00 PM. Here’s the address.”

Samantha stared at the message, her relief mixed with apprehension. She typed a quick reply to confirm and started preparing for the job. On the night of the party, she dressed in the same outfit she’d worn for the video, her heart pounding as she stepped out of her apartment.

The address led her to a suburban neighborhood, lined with well-maintained homes and manicured lawns. The house she arrived at was large and brightly lit, with music already spilling out into the quiet street. Samantha hesitated on the doorstep, wondering again what she had gotten herself into.

Before she could knock, the door swung open, revealing a bubbly blonde woman in her late 20s. Her hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and she wore a vibrant pink sundress.

“You must be Samantha! I’m Clara,” the woman said, pulling her into a hug. “Come in, come in!”

Samantha stepped inside, her eyes scanning the spacious living room. The décor was modern and sleek, with plush gray sofas, a glass coffee table, and colorful string lights draped along the walls. A few balloons floated near the ceiling, and a snack table was set up in the corner.

Another woman appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray of drinks. She was taller than Clara, with jet-black hair that fell in loose curls around her shoulders. Her red lipstick and sharp eyeliner gave her an air of confidence. “I’m Marie,” she said, flashing Samantha a smile. “We’re so glad you could make it!”

“Thank you for hiring me,” Samantha said, trying to match their enthusiasm.

Clara and Marie exchanged a look, their smiles widening.

“Come with us,” Clara said, leading Samantha down a hallway.

They entered a cozy guest room with a queen-sized bed in the center, neatly made with a white comforter. Fairy lights twinkled along the headboard, and a fluffy rug covered the hardwood floor.

“You can lay down here,” Clara said, gesturing to the bed.

Samantha blinked. “Lay down? Why?”

Marie set the tray of drinks on a nearby nightstand, her smile never wavering. “It’s part of the job,” she said. “Don’t worry—it’s nothing weird. Just trust us.”

Samantha hesitated, but the warmth in their voices and her desperation for money nudged her forward. She climbed onto the bed, lying flat on her stomach as they instructed.

“Perfect!” Clara chirped.

Before Samantha could react, she felt Clara’s hands on her ankles. In one smooth motion, she slipped off Samantha’s sneakers, leaving her feet clad only in the soft white socks.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Samantha asked, sitting up slightly.

“Relax,” Marie said, gently pushing her back down. “We just need you to get comfortable.”

Samantha’s heart raced as Clara pulled out a bundle of soft ropes. “What’s that for?”

“Just a little precaution,” Clara said casually, looping the rope around Samantha’s wrists and ankles.

“Wait, I didn’t agree to—”

“You’ll be fine,” Marie interrupted, her tone soothing but firm. “It’s all part of the fun. And you’re getting paid, remember?”

Before Samantha could protest further, the ropes were secured, leaving her in a snug hogtie position. Her hands were bound behind her back, her ankles tied together and connected to her wrists. She wriggled against the restraints, but they held firm.

“This isn’t what I signed up for,” she said, her voice trembling.

Clara and Marie exchanged a sly grin.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Clara said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re going to be the star of the party.”

“What do you mean?” Samantha demanded, her face flushing with embarrassment.

Marie leaned in close, her smile widening. “You’re our ‘Party Tickle Toy.’”

Samantha’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?! No way—let me go!”

Clara laughed, shaking her head. “Sorry, sweetie. It’s too late for that now.”

“You’ll get paid,” Marie reminded her, sitting down beside Clara. “And who knows? You might even have fun.”

Samantha squirmed against the ropes, her heart pounding as panic set in. “You can’t be serious!”

But the two women only laughed, their expressions full of amusement as they prepared to kick off the evening’s “entertainment.”

Samantha tugged at the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, her heart pounding as the realization of her predicament sank in. She twisted and squirmed, testing the knots, but Clara had tied them expertly. The bindings were snug yet soft, holding her firmly in place without causing discomfort.

“Okay, this isn’t funny anymore,” Samantha said, her voice edged with frustration. “You need to untie me.”

Clara and Marie exchanged amused glances, their expressions calm and composed.

“Relax, Samantha,” Clara said, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. “This is all part of the fun. You’ll see—it’s harmless.”

Samantha shook her head, her brown hair falling into her eyes. “You can’t just tie someone up and call it a job. This wasn’t in the description!”

Marie leaned against the bedpost, arms crossed. “Technically, we told you it’d be entertaining for the guests. You’re the main event. Don’t worry—you’re going to get paid very well for this.”

“I didn’t agree to this specifically!” Samantha shot back, pulling again at the ropes.

“Well, you’re here now,” Clara said with a sly grin. “And trust me, the guests are going to love you.”

Before Samantha could respond, the sound of an approaching vehicle outside drew their attention. Bright lights spilled through the curtains as the music from a party bus blared into the night.

“They’re here!” Clara clapped her hands, her excitement contagious.

Marie straightened, smoothing her dress. “Time to get this party started.”

Samantha’s stomach churned. “Wait, wait!” she protested. “Can’t we talk about this? You can’t just spring this on me in front of a whole group of people!”

Clara knelt down beside Samantha, her voice soft but firm. “You’re fine, sweetheart. Just take a deep breath and go with it. This is going to be way easier if you stop fighting it.”

The door burst open, and the room filled with laughter and chatter as the guests filed in. There were 20 of them in total, 12 women and 8 men, all dressed in vibrant party outfits. They carried drinks and snacks, their excitement palpable as they greeted Clara and Marie.

“What’s this?” one of the women asked, pointing at Samantha.

Marie stepped forward with a confident smile. “Everyone, meet Samantha. She’s our special guest for the evening. She’s here to make sure we all have a great time.”

The group murmured curiously, their eyes shifting between Samantha and the ropes holding her in place.

“Wait…what exactly is going on?” another guest asked, a young man with a puzzled expression.

Marie held up a hand to quiet them. “Let me explain,” she began, her tone casual and commanding. “Samantha has kindly agreed to be the entertainment for tonight. She’s here to participate in a fun little game—nothing harmful, of course. Just some lighthearted tickling.”

Samantha’s cheeks flushed red. “That’s not what I agreed to!” she interjected.

Marie turned to her with an exaggerated expression of mock surprise. “Oh, but you did agree to follow the terms of the job, didn’t you? And we did say it would involve entertaining the guests.”

“That’s not fair!” Samantha protested, her voice rising. “I didn’t know this is what you meant!”

Clara chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Sweetheart, you’re tied up. You don’t have much of a choice right now. But trust me—you’ll survive. Just relax and let us take care of everything.”

The guests began to smile, their initial confusion turning into evil amusement. One of the women, a petite brunette in a sparkly dress, clapped her hands. “Oh, this is going to be fun!”

“Wait, hold on,” Samantha said, her voice trembling. “Can we at least talk about this? Maybe…take it slow?”

Marie raised an eyebrow. “Take it slow? Samantha, this is a party! The whole point is to have fun. And besides…” She gestured to the ropes. “It’s not like you’re in a position to negotiate, is it?”

Samantha’s heart sank as she looked around the room, seeing the eager smiles of the guests. She tugged at the ropes again, her movements frantic but ineffective. “You can’t just—this isn’t fair!”

Clara leaned closer, her voice low and reassuring. “Relax, Samantha. We’re not here to hurt you. This is all in good fun. The more you resist, the harder it’s going to be. Just let go and enjoy yourself. You might even surprise yourself.”

The guests gathered closer, their excitement building as Marie began to explain the “rules” of the game.

“Here’s how it works,” she said, addressing the crowd. “You can take turns tickling Samantha, but be gentle—this is meant to be fun, not torture. And remember, she’s the star of the show tonight, so let’s make sure she’s smiling by the end of it.”

Samantha’s mind raced as she processed their words. She felt a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and a growing sense of helplessness. Yet, beneath it all, a tiny part of her wondered if they were right. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as she feared.

“You ready, Samantha?” Clara asked, her voice playful.

Samantha opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak, the first guest stepped forward with an eager grin.

The first guest, a tall man named Alex with an easygoing grin, stepped forward. He crouched down beside Samantha and wiggled his fingers playfully in the air.

“Alright, Samantha,” he said with a laugh, “let’s see if you’re as ticklish as they say.”

Samantha’s eyes widened, and she squirmed against the ropes again. “Wait, wait! Can we talk about this? Maybe start with—”

But before she could finish her sentence, Alex’s fingers darted to her sides, gently poking and wiggling against her ribs.

“H-Hey! No—hahaha—stop that!” Samantha burst out, her laughter spilling out uncontrollably as she twisted in place.

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Alex teased, his fingers finding the spaces between her ribs and working them lightly. Samantha arched her back as much as the ropes allowed, her cheeks turning red from both the tickling and the embarrassment of being the center of attention.

“I can’t—hahaha—I can’t take it!” she gasped, her voice muffled by her own laughter.

Around her, the room filled with the sound of cheers and laughter from the guests, who were clearly enjoying the show.

“Looks like she’s a little ticklish after all!” Clara called out from the sidelines, clapping her hands.

“Little? She’s squirming like a fish!” another guest joked, sending the group into another wave of laughter.

As Alex stepped back, giving Samantha a moment to catch her breath, a bubbly woman named Jess eagerly jumped in. She had a mischievous glint in her eye as she knelt down at the foot of the bed.

“Let’s see how ticklish these feet are,” Jess said, gently grabbing one of Samantha’s ankles.

Samantha’s eyes widened in alarm. “No, no, no! Please, not my feet! Anywhere but there!”

Jess smirked. “Oh, so your feet are extra ticklish, huh? Good to know!”

She started tracing her fingers along the bottom of Samantha’s socked foot, eliciting a sharp squeal from Samantha.

“Hahahaha! Stop! Not there! Hahaha!” Samantha begged, her voice breaking into high-pitched laughter as Jess’s nails skittered across her arch and the ball of her foot.

“Wow, these socks make it so much easier,” Jess commented, laughing along with the rest of the group. “They’re like tickle amplifiers!”

Samantha thrashed on the bed, tugging at the ropes with all her strength, but they held her firmly in place. “I can’t—hahahaha—please! Mercy!”

“Mercy? Oh, we’re just warming up!” Jess teased, focusing her attention on Samantha’s toes, lightly pinching and tickling around them.

Samantha was a laughing, squirming mess, tears of laughter forming at the corners of her eyes as Jess finally stepped back.

The third guest, a tall woman named Brooke with sleek black hair and a confident stride, approached the bed. She leaned over Samantha with a smirk.

“I think it’s time to lose these socks,” Brooke said, tugging gently at the edge of Samantha’s white ankle socks.

“No! Please, not my bare feet!” Samantha pleaded, shaking her head furiously.

But Brooke only chuckled, slowly peeling off the first sock and then the second, revealing Samantha’s soft, pink soles. “There we go. Much better.”

Samantha curled her toes instinctively, trying to protect her feet from Brooke’s incoming attack, but it was no use. Brooke’s nails danced along the bare skin of Samantha’s soles, moving in quick, unpredictable motions.

“Hahahaha! No! Not my feet! Hahahaha!” Samantha cried, her laughter bouncing off the walls.

Brooke used a combination of techniques—light scratching along the arches, teasing flicks under her toes, and even soft, swirling motions around her heels. The sensation was overwhelming, and Samantha could do nothing but laugh and squirm.

“This is priceless,” Clara said, her laughter mingling with the guests’. “She’s even more ticklish than I expected!”

Samantha was beside herself, her face flushed, her sides aching from laughing so hard. She tried to beg, but the words came out in between gasps for air.

As Samantha caught her breath, the third guest, Brooke, stepped back with a satisfied grin. The crowd continued to laugh and chat, clearly enjoying the sadistic atmosphere.

Before Samantha could fully compose herself, another guest, a cheerful woman named Zoe, stepped up. Zoe was tall and athletic, with curly hair that bounced as she walked.

“Alright, Samantha, you ready for round two?” Zoe asked with a wink.

Samantha groaned, already anticipating what was coming. “No! Please, no more!” she protested weakly. “I’m already out of breath from laughing so much!”

Zoe smiled, kneeling beside the bed. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you.” She gently placed a finger on the side of Samantha’s ribcage, right where her arm met her torso.

Samantha jumped, and her body tensed up involuntarily. “Ahh! Hahaha! No, please!”

Zoe’s finger slid slowly along the tender spot, making Samantha’s laughter burst out in loud, uncontrollable waves. “Hahaha! No! Stop! Hahahaha!”

Zoe laughed along with her, enjoying Samantha’s reactions. “I’m just getting started,” she teased.

After a few moments, Zoe gave Samantha a break, standing up and looking over at the group of guests. “Alright, it’s your turn, everyone,” she called out, grinning.

The group of guests split into smaller groups, four per section. The energy in the room shifted, with each group eager to take their turn. They were all laughing and joking, clearly finding amusement in the situation.

The first group consisted of Emily, Mia, Nathan, and Oliver. They circled around the bed, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Ready to have some fun?” Mia asked with a playful glint in her eyes.

Samantha groaned, shaking her head. “I don’t think I can take any more, guys!”

“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll take it easy,” Emily said, though her grin suggested otherwise.

They began with gentle pokes and prodding along her sides and underarms. Samantha couldn’t help but let out a burst of laughter at the light touch, trying to squirm away as much as the ropes would allow.

“Hahaha, oh no! Not again! Hahaha!” Samantha cried out, her body convulsing with laughter.

Nathan laughed too. “She’s so ticklish! This is the best game ever!”

They took turns teasing her, lightly tickling her ribs, sides, and armpits, all while laughing together. Samantha’s face was flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but join in the fun. The energy in the room was infectious, and she couldn’t escape the tickling.

“Okay, okay, I give up!” Samantha gasped between fits of laughter.

“That’s the spirit!” Mia cheered, stepping back with a grin.

Next came the second group—Jade, Kevin, Sarah, and Marcus. They all seemed a bit more reserved at first, unsure of what to do next. But as soon as they saw the energy of the first group, they dove right in.

Jade and Kevin immediately focused on Samantha’s feet, gently stroking the soles of her feet with their fingers, making her burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Not the feet! Hahahaha, please no! Stop!” Samantha begged between her peals of laughter.

Sarah, not one to be left out, tickled her sides, while Marcus poked at her ribs. The combination of sensations was overwhelming. Samantha couldn’t focus on just one spot—the tickling seemed to come from all directions.

“Hahahaha! Noooo! I can’t—I can’t—hahaha!” Samantha begged, twisting and shaking in a futile attempt to escape.

Kevin laughed along with her. “You’re seriously so ticklish everywhere! This is the best party ever!”

Everyone laughed together, and despite Samantha’s pleas, she couldn’t help but feel exausted.

The next group, consisting of Ava, Leo, Sofia, and Ben, approached with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

“I think we should focus on her legs,” Leo suggested, looking at Ava.

Ava nodded, and with a mischievous smile, she gently ran her fingers along Samantha’s thighs.

Samantha gasped, jerking her legs as much as the ropes would allow. “Hahahaha! Please! Not there! Hahahaha!”

Sofia joined in, lightly scratching her nails along the sides of Samantha’s knees, sending more laughter pouring out of her.

“Haha! You guys are—hahaha—too much!” Samantha gasped, laughing harder than ever as her legs twitched and jerked from the tickling.

“It’s all in good fun, Samantha!” Ava called out, clearly enjoying the reactions.

The group continued for a few minutes, with gentle but persistent tickles aimed at her legs, knees, and upper thighs. Despite her helplessness, Samantha couldn’t help but laugh along, the atmosphere becoming lighter and more fun with every passing second.

Finally, the last group—Rachel, Brian, Lily, and Jack—took their turn. They had an evil, almost sadistic energy as they circled around the bed.

Rachel and Jack focused on Samantha’s stomach and ribs, lightly tracing their fingers along her midsection.

Samantha gasped, her breath hitching as she burst into giggles. “Hahahaha! No! Not my ribs! Hahaha!”

Brian and Lily tickled her sides, finding all the sensitive spots that made her body twitch and laugh uncontrollably.

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish!” Lily said, laughing as she kept tickling Samantha.

“I can’t stop laughing! Hahahaha!” Samantha replied, the tickling leaving her weak with laughter.

The guests laughed and joked as they took turns, the room filled teasing words.

As the last group finished their turn, Clara stepped forward again, looking satisfied with the evening’s entertainment.

“Well, that was certainly a success!” she said, grinning as she looked at Samantha. “How do you feel now, Samantha?”

Samantha took a deep breath, still smiling despite herself. “Exhausted, but... I guess I survived.”

Okay, we will go and have some drinks now, then we will come back to have some more fun!

Samanthas expression changed, she just asked "WHAT??"

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