Hillary bucked and twisted as the feathers danced between her painted toes. Her adorable digits flexed and wiggled as if beckoning more tickles.
“Ahahahaha! Pllleeee-heheheheh-se not between the too-hohohohoho-es hahahaha!” Hillary begged.
The boys showed no signs of slowing. The soft plumes teased up and down the delicate spaces, eliciting more peals of laughter. One of the teens dropped the feather opting to switch to his fingers. “Whoa, her feet are so soft.” He murmured as he lightly scratched the pampered balls of her feet.
“AHAHAHA! Nooooo it tickles too mu-hahahahaha-ch!”
Just when she thought she was really going to lose it, the tickling abruptly stopped. Their time must have been up. Hillary craned her head and saw the boys scrounging for some cash, but unable to find any, sulked off. It was ironic that the lack of physical money gave her a needed break, but also got her here in the first place.
Her ordeal, however, was just getting started. She caught sight of a family of four approaching: a father, mother and two young children. As they drew closer, the young girl tugged at her father’s sleeve. “Daddy, what are they doing?”
“It looks like they’re having a fundraiser.” he replied. Catching sight of Hillary, he grinned and said, “Well what do we have here?” The mother looked less pleased, but didn’t say anything.
Hillary tried to ignore her burning cheeks as Gabby cheerfully explained the booth.
“Can I try? Please?” begged the girl.
“I don’t know-” began the mother.
“Alright sweetie, go ahead.” The father interjected, reaching for his wallet.
The brunette scout presented the girl with her box of tickle tools, out of which, she drew a bright blue feather. As she drew closer, she paused to carefully examine the bound woman. Having an older brother, the girl was no stranger to tickle fights, though she often ended up on the receiving end, but here in front of her, was a full-grown adult, completely at her mercy with no way to fight back. Hillary watched as the girl’s lingering stare stopped on her wiggling bare toes, perfectly exposed without sock or shoe for protection. She grasped Hillary’s ankle with one small hand and slowly dragged the bristles up and down her lotioned foot as if to test its sensitivity. The bound redhead gasped sharply at the sensation before settling into cute giggles.
“Ooooh hehehhehe hohoho that tickles!”
Satisfied with the reaction, the young girl went to work. The two minutes were spent curiously testing out the various parts of the feet in front of her, dragging the plume across the toes, a few swipes down the arches. Thankfully, it never got too intense, despite the father and the two scouts egging her on.
As the two minutes came to an end, her older brother, fascinated by the tickling demonstration, spoke up, “Can I try too?”
“Alright go ahead, but don’t overdo it.” The father agreed.
The boy dove right in scrabbling his nails all over HIllary’s feet. Unlike his sister, his approach was much rougher and freeform.
“Nooooahahahahahaha! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hahahahah!” squealed the redhead. She tried to pull her feet back, but the ropes held tight. The boy continued to attack her slick soles mercilessly in a random fashion, much to the onlookers’ delight, save his mother, who quietly whispered to her husband, “I really don’t think this is appropriate,'' But he just chuckled.
Gabby, overhearing the mother’s hesitance, spoke up. “Miss, I assure you, the woman consented to all this.” She produced the signed contract from her bag. Just then, Hillary let out a shriek as the boy wormed his fingers in between her toes. The mother frowned, but could find no problems in the contract.
“Well, I suppose if she signed…” She shot a questioning glance at Hillary as if to get her confirmation. Hillary could only offer a quick nod before breaking down into hysterics again. The woman still looked skeptical, but said no more to interrupt the activities. The boy finished his time and the father was about to ask to take a turn himself when he was interrupted by a sharp nudge from his wife. Her withering look told him it was time to leave.
Hillary sighed in relief. It didn’t seem like there was anyone else around for now. She shifted uncomfortably with her back on the grass. The long blades swayed in the light breeze causing an uncomfortable itch on her sides and arms. The smiling face of Katie made its way into her vision.
“What did you think of our latest donors?”
“That wasn’t too bad.”
“Good, because we’ve got a loooooong way to go.”
The other scout chimed in, “Looks like your shirt has rode up a bit.” Indeed, the wriggling of her body during the tickling had exposed her entire pale tummy. The scout, however, did nothing to fix it.
“Better reapply some sunscreen, wouldn’t want your milky skin to burn.” grinned Gabby, brandishing a lotion bottle. She applied a fresh coat to her feet with long torturous strokes, while Katie massaged it into her exposed stomach and sides, sneaking in occasional squeezes.
“Ahhh! Hehehe! Hahaha! You promised not to tickle!” Complained Hillary.
“We’re not tickling, we’re just rubbing in the lotion,” Katie replied with fake innocence. She began kneading each individual rib on the way up eliciting more squeals from the bound woman. They worked over her thighs and armpits with no small amount of “accidental” scratches and squeezes leaving Hillary a giggling mess. After the application finally finished, Hillary raised her head to look over her glistening body. That’s when she noticed something alarming.
A small crowd had gathered around the station, while she had been distracted. She recognized a few faces, her neighbors, some families with their kids, the sweet elderly couple down the block, and others she didn’t know. A lump appeared in her throat as she saw the throng of amused faces snickering and whispering to each other.
“Step right up! Who wants to go first? All proceeds go directly to supporting our Owl Troop activities!” Katie announced. A small line formed out of the crowd and Hillary recognized the first ones up as their neighbor Elise with her husband, Tom.
“Well, hey there Hillary.” The woman greeted with a cheery wave. “So nice of you to volunteer your time to help these girls.”
“Hi Elise.” Hillary responded weakly. “Tom.”
“Hillary.”
“Now where to start? So many tickle spots to choose from.” mused Elise.
“Why don’t you start up top, and I’ll take the feet.” Suggested Tom with a grin.
“You know, you could just donate some money, and not tickle me.” Hillary said hopefully.
“But what fun would that be?” smirked her brunette neighbor.
Tom had already made his way down to her helpless feet and began with light scribbles, all around the bottoms of her soles. Not to be left out, Elise zeroed in on Hillary’s glistening midriff fluttering her fingers rapidly over her pale belly button and sides. The husband wife duo made a surprisingly effective team drawing frenzied giggles from the trapped woman.
“You know, I was outside working in the garden when I heard a familiar laugh,” Elise said. Her hands goosed Hillary’s sides as she spoke.
“and I thought to myself, that must be Hillary and her girls again,” Elise continued on, digging her fingers in right above Hillary’s hips. At the same time, Hillary felt fingernails scratching a particularly sensitive spot on her arches.
“AHAHAHAHAHA Noooo-hohohohHAHAHAHA!” She screeched, thrashing around on her back.
“But when I got out here, I saw the table and the sign, and well, here we are.” Elise said brightly over the cackling redhead.
“Aaaaand that’s time!” Gabby announced. At least they were meticulous about the time limit. They did have to meet their goal by the end of the day afterall. The next hour or so went about the same. There was never a shortage of people around her, but the line never got too long. Every few customers, she was given a break, which involved refreshing lemonade, a portable fan, and sometimes reapplications of sunscreen.
Families enjoyed lengthier sessions with parents and children taking turns making her squeal. The kind elderly couple turned out to be sadistic ticklers making great use of hairbrush and toothbrush. Even the two teenage boys from earlier made a return, this time focusing on her upper body. The constant application of lotion made her normally ticklish skin hypersensitive.
With the afternoon sun still shining bright, the last of the crowd dispersed and Hillary slumped weakly on the grass. Gabby and Katie began packing up supplies, untying Hillary, and chatting happily about their earnings. The redhead sat up stiffly rubbing her sore wrists.
"Thanks for all your help, Miss Hillary. We made enough to cover the cookies and some more!" exclaimed Gabby. The two scouts seemed even more relieved than Hillary that this all worked out.
Hillary let out a cough that was meant to be a laugh. "Help is...one way to put it."
Her attempt at a joke was undermined by a fit of giggles as Gabby poked her sore side playfully. The scouts finished packing and scampered off as quickly as they had shown up. Hillary stumbled inside, locking the door behind her. Her once pink tube top was stained with grass and dirt and her shorts were in no better condition. She needed another shower. After washing away the torturous tickles for a second time that day, she settled into the fluffiest bathrobe she had. It didn’t matter that it was still only the afternoon.
Just then, the ringing of her phone startled her out of relaxed thought. Fishing it out of her discarded clothes, Hillary glimpsed a call from an unknown number. She hesitatingly pressed accept..
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