Tickling Sorority Initiation
By Max Speer
(circ approx. 1989 - 1993)
Diane had no idea what the sorority initiation was. The only thing she knew was that she was supposed to show up at the sorority clubhouse at night. She was to be alone, and she had to wear a sleeveless mini-dress.
Naturally, since Diane wanted to get into this sorority, no questions were asked. This night was the final test following a embarrassing week of hazing.
One day of that week, when she came to school, a strange thing occurred. The other sorority sisters started poking and prodding her like she was some kind of meat. They just circled around her, feeling her arms and legs and ribs, saying such things as, "I think she'll be perfect," and, "Yes I know what you mean". She was wearing a tank dress and a lot of skin was exposed so it tickled her and she squirmed. She thought it was just a passing joke so she ignored it.
That night, she prepared for the final ceremony, not knowing what it was.
"I wish I knew what they were going to do with me," said Diane as she stepped out of the shower and dried herself. "They want me to wear a sleeveless mini-dress. That's strange." She looked at herself in the mirrior and raised her arms. I better shave my underarms really clean so they'll have nothing to tease me about.
Diane took the foam and spread it on her underarm and shaved away every trace of hair. Then, she repeated the process with the other arm. When she was finished, she took baby powder and spread it on her now, very smooth underarms.
"Good," she said, admiring the job with arms raised, "Smooth as a baby".
She went through her closet and checked all the sleeveless dresses until she found the right one: a sexy, stretchy, orange dress that was very mini.
Removing it from the hanger, Diane slipped it slowly over her head and down unto her incredibly smooth and sexy body. She eyed herself in the wall mirror as she turned and posed. She was one very sexy girl. She posed with her arms behind her head and her hips thrust sideways. She slid her foot up her smooth sexy leg. Then she put her hands on her hips and kissed at herself in the mirror. Taking a silk jacket, she dashed out of the house.
Now, on the steps of the dark clubhouse, she was feeling frightened.
"Why are all the lights out?" she thought. Determined to get through this, Diane proceeded into the house never knowing what she was about to undertake.
Inside, there were candles everywhere and many hooded figures. She stood still, awaiting her orders. One of the hooded figures approached Diane slowly and looked her up and down. The figure walked slowly around her as Diane stood, knees knocking.
Suddenly, without a warning, the figure grabbed the shoulders of Diane's jacket and tore it down and off her body, exposing her naked arms. There was a murmur among the crowd of hooded figures; droning, girlish voices. Diane hunched her shoulders and grabbed her bare arms. The figure gently took Diane's hand and led her to a room. Diane shuddered when she saw the large brass bed with the straps dangling at the head and foot.
"Oh no, you're not going to tie me up are you?" Diane said, voice quivering.
"Yes" was the planned response from all the figures.
"Please don't hurt me," Diane pleaded as the main figure led her to the bed and laid her down.
"I assure you," the figure said as she lifted Diane's left arm and methodically strapped the wrist way over her head, "We are not going to HURT you."
The other arm was secured by another and two others secured her ankles.
"Here," said one by her feet, "Let me take off your shoes so you're comfortable." The figure slowly removed her black, patent leather pumps and felt the heat from her feet burst into her hands.
"Oh, you poor thing," said the figure at her feet, "You're poor feet must be so achy from the walk." Then, she slowly ran her forefinger up the soft sole.
Instantly, Diane went into a panic. She knew how ticklish she was, but she was in mortal fear of being tickled while tied up.
"Oohhhh No no no NOOOO," Diane screamed as she tugged at her straps, "Don't tickle me please don't tickle me !"
"Oh, poor baby," the figure by her feet teased, "Is the little baby ticklish?"
The figure tickled the other foot and Diane screamed. The other figures giggled as they closed in on her. "Tickle tickle..." they all repeated.
"Aaaaaahhhh HA HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ! STOP IT !!! I'M TOO TICKLISH. DON'T DON'T !"
The main figure looked at Diane's sweet face and said, "We've been waiting for this a long time. We're a tickling sorority and we are going to test how ticklish you are. Kathy's favorite is foot-tickling, my personal preference, however, is the armpits."
"No no no. please don't. Is that why you made me wear a sleeveless dress?"
"Yes, honey, if you are choosen, you will HAVE to wear a sleeveless dress ALL the time. It's our dress code. You're underarms always have to be exposed for me. SEE?" She pointed to the closest hooded figure to her and the figure pulled down her hood and unbuttoned the robe. She was beautiful, like a model, and she pulled a naked arm out of the robe and held it up high. Her underarm was smooth; beautiful. The main figure reached over and held the naked arm with one hand and, placing her face practically on the underarm, tickled it with the other hand. Instantly, the girl giggled and giggled and giggled as the figure relentlessly tickled the girl into hysterics. Finally, the girl collapsed out of range and sat on the floor, laughing.
"We're all tickling fanatics and I'm the master. Before this evening's out you will belong to me. I will tickle this body of yours until you think your tickling threshold is over and then I will cross new boundaries of ticklishness in you."
She reached a single finger and placed it on a spot of Diane's underarm that seemed to be the most ticklish feeling she ever felt in her life.
"AAAHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE HEE HA HA HA !" Diane screamed, exploding in a hysterical scene. The one finger placed but for an instant was devastatingly ticklish and her bare arms twisted to be released.
"Please, Jennifer, I know who you are. I know ALL of you. Please don't tickle me. I will do ANYTHING! You don't realize how ticklish I am. I'll DIE !!!"
"You won't die Diane, you'll just belong to US !!!" With that all the hooded figures started to move to Diane. Through the hoods, she remembered them. She could make out their faces. There was Molly and Jenny and Christine. Her mind thought back to seeing them in school. She wondered why they always wore sleeveless shirts and dresses to class, even in wintertime. They had secret dates and secret meetings that Diane couldn't go to. They poked and tickled each other more than what was 'acceptable'.
Now, she realized what was going on. As the figures moved to Diane, their hoods and robes slipped down and exposed their naked arms. They all wore the same kind of sleeveless dress. It was a similar style with the armholes cut deep to expose the maximum amount of skin. The girls giggled as they raised their wriggling fingers to taunt the poor Diane.
"No NO !" Diane screamed as she twisted her beautiful, curvacous frame and tugged, hopelessly, against the straps that held her arms so tightly over her head.
The first of the fingers hit her sensitive ribs and Diane screamed. Her scream melted into hysterics as the fingers found their stride and wriggled in the most sensitive ticklish spots of her ribs.
Kathy and her girls attacked Diane's soft feet and the intense tickling made Diane scream at the top of her lungs. There were so many of them: Ten girls, twenty bare arms, one hundred fingers tickling her. They squirmed like spiders across her sensitive, extremely ticklish body.
"AAAAHHH HA HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE AAHHHHH HAHA HAHA. STOP...HA HA HA...OHHHH P-PLEASEEEE....S-STOPPPPP T-T-TICKLINGGG MEEE !! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE !!"
The eleventh, Jennifer, watched with glee; almost demonically. To the girls, it was exciting to tickle and watch other girls being tickled. It was a kick; a novelty. To Jennifer, however, it was a passion. Jennifer got very very hot! She was almost to orgasm just watching all her bare-armed flock tickling the new girl. This Diane, she thought, is something special. I've never seen any girl as ticklish as she; especially on my favorite spots: the armpits!
Jennifer gave strict orders not to touch Diane's armpits until she, herself, had a chance at them. She looked at the wriggling and screaming girl. Diane was laughing in pure hysterics. Her face was in a wide grin with mouth open wide. Her body in her tight, orange sleeveless dress (good choice) was wriggling and twisting and writhing. All one hundred skilled fingers were tickling the most sensitive spots: Fingers on the soles of the feet, the tops of the feet, the calves, behind the knee (very good spot), the waist, the belly, the lower and upper ribs, the neck. They longed to touch Diane's soft, smooth arms and her devastatingly ticklish underarms.
"Can't we tickle her cute underarms now?" One girl asked shyly.
"It's time for me," Said Jennifer ceremoniously. Instantly the girls stopped while Diane remained laughing for a full minute afterwards. When she stopped laughing, she caught her breath. She wasn't scared anymore. On the contrary...
"I knew it," said Diane, raising her mini dress and exposing Diane's panties, "She's wet."
Diane was panting. She had received the tickling of her life. Several times she felt that she might pass out, but a strange feeling and a tingling kept her going. At last, when she thought she could take it no longer, she came; actually had an orgasm. When the orgasm was complete, she was more ticklish than ever. This was about the same time that Jennifer called off the attack. Now, she lay, still tied up and even more ticklish than before, with this woman about to tickle the most ticklish spots on her body; her armpits.
New fear began to overtake poor Diane as Jennifer removed her robe and let it drop. Jennifer was, herself, a gorgeous woman, with long blonde hair, crystal clear, blue eyes and large sensuous lips. She wore the same sleeveless 'uniform'. As she approached Diane, some girls moved close to Jennifer and stroked her bare arms softly. Jennifer hunched her shoulders in retaliation and giggled a little. Obviously, Jennifer was also very ticklish. The girls giggled in response.
Jennifer moved to Diane in a state of ecstacy and knelt down so her face was very close to Diane's.
"I just want to see your face as I tickle your beautiful underarm."
"Please, Jennifer, I can't take it anymore. Your tickling will KILL me. My underarms are too ticklish!!!"
"That's it," Jennifer encouraged, "Keep pleading. I like it when you tell me how ticklish you are. Go on, Diane, plead for me."
With that, Jennifer reached a single finger and lightly touched Diane's smooth,dry, hairless underarm. She tickled ever so lightly there.
"Tickle tickle tickle," my little tickle slave.
"Ooohhh !!! Jennifer DON'T !! HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE," DIane giggled as she threw her head back and forth in tickled hysterics, "That TICKLES !!"
Jennifer grinned and giggled as she stroked the pretty girl's skin. With every stroke, Diane squealed and giggled and Jennifer's vagina throbbed. She wasn't a lesbian until it came to tickling. Then she was a slave to the feeling and had to have the woman she tickled.
"Please, Jennifer, PLEASE !!!!! Hee hee hee hee hee HA HA HA HA !!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Tickle, my little beauty?" Jennifer used her other hand and tickled the other armpit as well.
"AAAHHHH! HA HA HA HA HA HA HEEEEEEE ! YES !"
Jennifer's tickling developed a rhythm as she used all ten fingers to torture the ticklish Diane. The fingers wriggled unmoving on both of Diane's sensitive armpits. Diane squirmed madly and twisted. She tried to pull the straps free and close her arms against the tickling, but to no avail.
"P - PPPLEEEEEEEASE ! HEE HEE HEE HEE", Diane pleaded as she wriggled and squirmed, "HA HA HA HA S-S-STOPPPP T-T-TICKLING ME!!"
Finally, the other girls could stand it no longer and they attacked Jennifer who was in a state of bliss and unaware of the attack. The ten sleeveless girls pounced on Jennifer and took her to the ground holding her waist and wrists. She screamed from the surprise attack and tried to fight back, but there was too many of them. When Jennifer was on the ground, they raised her arms over her head and pinned them tightly as several girls tickled her underarms savagely.
"AAAGGHH !! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA !!!!!!" She screamed. "Hee hee hee heee heeeee STOP ITTTTTT!!"
"Untie me UNTIE ME!!!!" Diane yelled as they untied her. When she was untied they helped her sit up and catch her breath. Several girls stroked her long hair. She put her hands on her underarms that were hot yet still dry despite the intense tickling.
"You're going to get the tickling of your life, Jennifer" said Diane menacingly.
"Please, Diane, No," Pleaded Jennifer, "I'm much more ticklish than you !!!"
"Well, " Diane said as she knelt down to the helpless girl, "Let's see."
With that she shot her two hands directly to Jenifer's armpits and started tickling furiously.
"AAAAAAAGHHHH HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE HEE NO NO NO NO NO AHHHAAA HA HA HA HA HA STOP !! STOP !! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!! HA HA HA HA !!!!"
Jennifer's long blonde hair whipped around as her head swung back in forth. Some hair stuck to her mouth. Her blue eyes were wide, then closed tightly as her mouth, wide open, laughed hysterically. Her ripe breasts started to come out of her low-cut sleeveless dress.
"Get her girls," Diane ordered as her skinny fingers continued to tickle and tickle the tender underarms. With that order, the girls pounced on the helpless Jennifer. They tickled her sensitve ribs and sides. They ripped at her dress to get at the tender skin of her belly and lower ribs. They ripped off her shoes and tore off her stockings as they tickled her tender ticklish soles. Raising her legs, they tickled her thighs and behind her knees. Some tickled her neck, ears, face and sensitive breasts. Others tickled just the soft, tender upper arms. But Diane kept her ten fingers planted on Jennifer's highly ticklish underarms and tickled and tickled.
Jennifer's laughter was pure hysterics; unending. Her tickle-ratio was incredible. Not that she could take it, she couldn't. It was just that she was still very very very ticklish despite the time and intensity of the tickling.
All the girl's were wet and masturbated themselves as they tickled, laughing with her. Sometimes they would reach over and tickle each other. This all broke into a massive tickling orgy as fingers left some and wandered to others. The sound of 12 girls laughing in tickling hysterics was like music. Fingers went under sensisitve armpits, roamed over ribs, crawled down legs to ticklish feet. Still others felt and massaged bare breasts. Moans mixed with giggles. The laughter rose and fell.
In the middle of it all, Diane's eyes found Jennifer's. There was an understanding. Tickle Master/Slave. It didn't matter as long as they both had a chance on each other. And, as they gazed into each others glassy eyes, they knew there would be more like them. They knew there would be more victims; more gorgeous beauties to tickle.
By Max Speer
(circ approx. 1989 - 1993)
Diane had no idea what the sorority initiation was. The only thing she knew was that she was supposed to show up at the sorority clubhouse at night. She was to be alone, and she had to wear a sleeveless mini-dress.
Naturally, since Diane wanted to get into this sorority, no questions were asked. This night was the final test following a embarrassing week of hazing.
One day of that week, when she came to school, a strange thing occurred. The other sorority sisters started poking and prodding her like she was some kind of meat. They just circled around her, feeling her arms and legs and ribs, saying such things as, "I think she'll be perfect," and, "Yes I know what you mean". She was wearing a tank dress and a lot of skin was exposed so it tickled her and she squirmed. She thought it was just a passing joke so she ignored it.
That night, she prepared for the final ceremony, not knowing what it was.
"I wish I knew what they were going to do with me," said Diane as she stepped out of the shower and dried herself. "They want me to wear a sleeveless mini-dress. That's strange." She looked at herself in the mirrior and raised her arms. I better shave my underarms really clean so they'll have nothing to tease me about.
Diane took the foam and spread it on her underarm and shaved away every trace of hair. Then, she repeated the process with the other arm. When she was finished, she took baby powder and spread it on her now, very smooth underarms.
"Good," she said, admiring the job with arms raised, "Smooth as a baby".
She went through her closet and checked all the sleeveless dresses until she found the right one: a sexy, stretchy, orange dress that was very mini.
Removing it from the hanger, Diane slipped it slowly over her head and down unto her incredibly smooth and sexy body. She eyed herself in the wall mirror as she turned and posed. She was one very sexy girl. She posed with her arms behind her head and her hips thrust sideways. She slid her foot up her smooth sexy leg. Then she put her hands on her hips and kissed at herself in the mirror. Taking a silk jacket, she dashed out of the house.
Now, on the steps of the dark clubhouse, she was feeling frightened.
"Why are all the lights out?" she thought. Determined to get through this, Diane proceeded into the house never knowing what she was about to undertake.
Inside, there were candles everywhere and many hooded figures. She stood still, awaiting her orders. One of the hooded figures approached Diane slowly and looked her up and down. The figure walked slowly around her as Diane stood, knees knocking.
Suddenly, without a warning, the figure grabbed the shoulders of Diane's jacket and tore it down and off her body, exposing her naked arms. There was a murmur among the crowd of hooded figures; droning, girlish voices. Diane hunched her shoulders and grabbed her bare arms. The figure gently took Diane's hand and led her to a room. Diane shuddered when she saw the large brass bed with the straps dangling at the head and foot.
"Oh no, you're not going to tie me up are you?" Diane said, voice quivering.
"Yes" was the planned response from all the figures.
"Please don't hurt me," Diane pleaded as the main figure led her to the bed and laid her down.
"I assure you," the figure said as she lifted Diane's left arm and methodically strapped the wrist way over her head, "We are not going to HURT you."
The other arm was secured by another and two others secured her ankles.
"Here," said one by her feet, "Let me take off your shoes so you're comfortable." The figure slowly removed her black, patent leather pumps and felt the heat from her feet burst into her hands.
"Oh, you poor thing," said the figure at her feet, "You're poor feet must be so achy from the walk." Then, she slowly ran her forefinger up the soft sole.
Instantly, Diane went into a panic. She knew how ticklish she was, but she was in mortal fear of being tickled while tied up.
"Oohhhh No no no NOOOO," Diane screamed as she tugged at her straps, "Don't tickle me please don't tickle me !"
"Oh, poor baby," the figure by her feet teased, "Is the little baby ticklish?"
The figure tickled the other foot and Diane screamed. The other figures giggled as they closed in on her. "Tickle tickle..." they all repeated.
"Aaaaaahhhh HA HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ! STOP IT !!! I'M TOO TICKLISH. DON'T DON'T !"
The main figure looked at Diane's sweet face and said, "We've been waiting for this a long time. We're a tickling sorority and we are going to test how ticklish you are. Kathy's favorite is foot-tickling, my personal preference, however, is the armpits."
"No no no. please don't. Is that why you made me wear a sleeveless dress?"
"Yes, honey, if you are choosen, you will HAVE to wear a sleeveless dress ALL the time. It's our dress code. You're underarms always have to be exposed for me. SEE?" She pointed to the closest hooded figure to her and the figure pulled down her hood and unbuttoned the robe. She was beautiful, like a model, and she pulled a naked arm out of the robe and held it up high. Her underarm was smooth; beautiful. The main figure reached over and held the naked arm with one hand and, placing her face practically on the underarm, tickled it with the other hand. Instantly, the girl giggled and giggled and giggled as the figure relentlessly tickled the girl into hysterics. Finally, the girl collapsed out of range and sat on the floor, laughing.
"We're all tickling fanatics and I'm the master. Before this evening's out you will belong to me. I will tickle this body of yours until you think your tickling threshold is over and then I will cross new boundaries of ticklishness in you."
She reached a single finger and placed it on a spot of Diane's underarm that seemed to be the most ticklish feeling she ever felt in her life.
"AAAHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE HEE HA HA HA !" Diane screamed, exploding in a hysterical scene. The one finger placed but for an instant was devastatingly ticklish and her bare arms twisted to be released.
"Please, Jennifer, I know who you are. I know ALL of you. Please don't tickle me. I will do ANYTHING! You don't realize how ticklish I am. I'll DIE !!!"
"You won't die Diane, you'll just belong to US !!!" With that all the hooded figures started to move to Diane. Through the hoods, she remembered them. She could make out their faces. There was Molly and Jenny and Christine. Her mind thought back to seeing them in school. She wondered why they always wore sleeveless shirts and dresses to class, even in wintertime. They had secret dates and secret meetings that Diane couldn't go to. They poked and tickled each other more than what was 'acceptable'.
Now, she realized what was going on. As the figures moved to Diane, their hoods and robes slipped down and exposed their naked arms. They all wore the same kind of sleeveless dress. It was a similar style with the armholes cut deep to expose the maximum amount of skin. The girls giggled as they raised their wriggling fingers to taunt the poor Diane.
"No NO !" Diane screamed as she twisted her beautiful, curvacous frame and tugged, hopelessly, against the straps that held her arms so tightly over her head.
The first of the fingers hit her sensitive ribs and Diane screamed. Her scream melted into hysterics as the fingers found their stride and wriggled in the most sensitive ticklish spots of her ribs.
Kathy and her girls attacked Diane's soft feet and the intense tickling made Diane scream at the top of her lungs. There were so many of them: Ten girls, twenty bare arms, one hundred fingers tickling her. They squirmed like spiders across her sensitive, extremely ticklish body.
"AAAAHHH HA HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE AAHHHHH HAHA HAHA. STOP...HA HA HA...OHHHH P-PLEASEEEE....S-STOPPPPP T-T-TICKLINGGG MEEE !! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE !!"
The eleventh, Jennifer, watched with glee; almost demonically. To the girls, it was exciting to tickle and watch other girls being tickled. It was a kick; a novelty. To Jennifer, however, it was a passion. Jennifer got very very hot! She was almost to orgasm just watching all her bare-armed flock tickling the new girl. This Diane, she thought, is something special. I've never seen any girl as ticklish as she; especially on my favorite spots: the armpits!
Jennifer gave strict orders not to touch Diane's armpits until she, herself, had a chance at them. She looked at the wriggling and screaming girl. Diane was laughing in pure hysterics. Her face was in a wide grin with mouth open wide. Her body in her tight, orange sleeveless dress (good choice) was wriggling and twisting and writhing. All one hundred skilled fingers were tickling the most sensitive spots: Fingers on the soles of the feet, the tops of the feet, the calves, behind the knee (very good spot), the waist, the belly, the lower and upper ribs, the neck. They longed to touch Diane's soft, smooth arms and her devastatingly ticklish underarms.
"Can't we tickle her cute underarms now?" One girl asked shyly.
"It's time for me," Said Jennifer ceremoniously. Instantly the girls stopped while Diane remained laughing for a full minute afterwards. When she stopped laughing, she caught her breath. She wasn't scared anymore. On the contrary...
"I knew it," said Diane, raising her mini dress and exposing Diane's panties, "She's wet."
Diane was panting. She had received the tickling of her life. Several times she felt that she might pass out, but a strange feeling and a tingling kept her going. At last, when she thought she could take it no longer, she came; actually had an orgasm. When the orgasm was complete, she was more ticklish than ever. This was about the same time that Jennifer called off the attack. Now, she lay, still tied up and even more ticklish than before, with this woman about to tickle the most ticklish spots on her body; her armpits.
New fear began to overtake poor Diane as Jennifer removed her robe and let it drop. Jennifer was, herself, a gorgeous woman, with long blonde hair, crystal clear, blue eyes and large sensuous lips. She wore the same sleeveless 'uniform'. As she approached Diane, some girls moved close to Jennifer and stroked her bare arms softly. Jennifer hunched her shoulders in retaliation and giggled a little. Obviously, Jennifer was also very ticklish. The girls giggled in response.
Jennifer moved to Diane in a state of ecstacy and knelt down so her face was very close to Diane's.
"I just want to see your face as I tickle your beautiful underarm."
"Please, Jennifer, I can't take it anymore. Your tickling will KILL me. My underarms are too ticklish!!!"
"That's it," Jennifer encouraged, "Keep pleading. I like it when you tell me how ticklish you are. Go on, Diane, plead for me."
With that, Jennifer reached a single finger and lightly touched Diane's smooth,dry, hairless underarm. She tickled ever so lightly there.
"Tickle tickle tickle," my little tickle slave.
"Ooohhh !!! Jennifer DON'T !! HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE," DIane giggled as she threw her head back and forth in tickled hysterics, "That TICKLES !!"
Jennifer grinned and giggled as she stroked the pretty girl's skin. With every stroke, Diane squealed and giggled and Jennifer's vagina throbbed. She wasn't a lesbian until it came to tickling. Then she was a slave to the feeling and had to have the woman she tickled.
"Please, Jennifer, PLEASE !!!!! Hee hee hee hee hee HA HA HA HA !!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Tickle, my little beauty?" Jennifer used her other hand and tickled the other armpit as well.
"AAAHHHH! HA HA HA HA HA HA HEEEEEEE ! YES !"
Jennifer's tickling developed a rhythm as she used all ten fingers to torture the ticklish Diane. The fingers wriggled unmoving on both of Diane's sensitive armpits. Diane squirmed madly and twisted. She tried to pull the straps free and close her arms against the tickling, but to no avail.
"P - PPPLEEEEEEEASE ! HEE HEE HEE HEE", Diane pleaded as she wriggled and squirmed, "HA HA HA HA S-S-STOPPPP T-T-TICKLING ME!!"
Finally, the other girls could stand it no longer and they attacked Jennifer who was in a state of bliss and unaware of the attack. The ten sleeveless girls pounced on Jennifer and took her to the ground holding her waist and wrists. She screamed from the surprise attack and tried to fight back, but there was too many of them. When Jennifer was on the ground, they raised her arms over her head and pinned them tightly as several girls tickled her underarms savagely.
"AAAGGHH !! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA !!!!!!" She screamed. "Hee hee hee heee heeeee STOP ITTTTTT!!"
"Untie me UNTIE ME!!!!" Diane yelled as they untied her. When she was untied they helped her sit up and catch her breath. Several girls stroked her long hair. She put her hands on her underarms that were hot yet still dry despite the intense tickling.
"You're going to get the tickling of your life, Jennifer" said Diane menacingly.
"Please, Diane, No," Pleaded Jennifer, "I'm much more ticklish than you !!!"
"Well, " Diane said as she knelt down to the helpless girl, "Let's see."
With that she shot her two hands directly to Jenifer's armpits and started tickling furiously.
"AAAAAAAGHHHH HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE HEE NO NO NO NO NO AHHHAAA HA HA HA HA HA STOP !! STOP !! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!! HA HA HA HA !!!!"
Jennifer's long blonde hair whipped around as her head swung back in forth. Some hair stuck to her mouth. Her blue eyes were wide, then closed tightly as her mouth, wide open, laughed hysterically. Her ripe breasts started to come out of her low-cut sleeveless dress.
"Get her girls," Diane ordered as her skinny fingers continued to tickle and tickle the tender underarms. With that order, the girls pounced on the helpless Jennifer. They tickled her sensitve ribs and sides. They ripped at her dress to get at the tender skin of her belly and lower ribs. They ripped off her shoes and tore off her stockings as they tickled her tender ticklish soles. Raising her legs, they tickled her thighs and behind her knees. Some tickled her neck, ears, face and sensitive breasts. Others tickled just the soft, tender upper arms. But Diane kept her ten fingers planted on Jennifer's highly ticklish underarms and tickled and tickled.
Jennifer's laughter was pure hysterics; unending. Her tickle-ratio was incredible. Not that she could take it, she couldn't. It was just that she was still very very very ticklish despite the time and intensity of the tickling.
All the girl's were wet and masturbated themselves as they tickled, laughing with her. Sometimes they would reach over and tickle each other. This all broke into a massive tickling orgy as fingers left some and wandered to others. The sound of 12 girls laughing in tickling hysterics was like music. Fingers went under sensisitve armpits, roamed over ribs, crawled down legs to ticklish feet. Still others felt and massaged bare breasts. Moans mixed with giggles. The laughter rose and fell.
In the middle of it all, Diane's eyes found Jennifer's. There was an understanding. Tickle Master/Slave. It didn't matter as long as they both had a chance on each other. And, as they gazed into each others glassy eyes, they knew there would be more like them. They knew there would be more victims; more gorgeous beauties to tickle.
