Stacey struggled at her bonds while gritting her teeth. Her pink sheath dress started to rise up her thigh and she feared that her panties would soon show so she stopped abruptly. Then she closed her eyes and sighed.
"Could someone at least please pull down my dress." She said with a sense of surrender.
Luke chucked, long hay blade sticking from his teeth.
Out in the distance, Stacey heard the long, desperate-sounding moo of a cow.
Shannon just shook slightly. She knew what kind of tickling these crazy relatives of hers were capable of. She started to cry and looked to her pretty friend, tied with her arms tightly over her head in a very sexy sleeveless pink dress. She saw how smooth Stacey's underarms were and knew that Luke would tickle her there until they were a bright pink. She then looked down at Stacey's bare feet, burgundy-painted, perfect toe nails wriggling from the confines of rope. She thought about the cow and realized that the two of them were tied up cattle; nothing more. Only this style of branding was tickling!
"I'm so so sorry, Stacey. I never meant to get in involved in this but Aunt Helen found my warning letter and changed it," Shannon weeped.
"Changed it?" she said. "You mean she actually re-wrote your letter to me? What a bitch!"
Aunt Helen dropped her tray of lemonade onto the dirty barn floor and grabbed her heart with one hand and covered her mouth with her other fist.
"Oh my stars!" she said.
Uncle Hank got up and walked to Stacey and looked down on the girl.
"Did I hear you right, Little lady?" Uncle Hank said sternly. "Did you use foul language about the woman I love?"
Stacey looked up at the man who now towered over her and shook her head, speechless.
Uncle Hank continued. "The woman that cooks for me…". As he said the word 'cooks', he accentuated it with a claw-like grab to Stacey's left ribcage. The young girl shrieked and squeezed her eyes shut.
"The woman who cleans more me…". The word 'cleans' was accented with a grab to her right ribcage. This time Stacey released a staccato wave of musical giggles and twisted her body the best way she could to move out of the way. This was difficult because the teenager was secured very tightly in this vulnerable position.
Shannon yelled a "Noooo" at her Uncle upon seeing her best friend tortured that way. Uncle Hank indicated to Luke with a nod of his head. Luke jumped up immediately and walked towards Shannon. A mess of hay strands were still clinging to his backside. He was a big, stupid oaf.
Meanwhile, Helen was still holding her heart, recovering from the insult. She watched her 'boys' deliver their 'justice' and gave them words of encouragement.
"You do the right thing, Boys. Tickle those little Sinners. Teenage girls should not be talking to their elders the way that little girl talked to me!"
Luke walked up to Shannon and knelt down saying, "You know, Shannon, I'm only doing this because I always wanted you to marry me."
Shannon stared at the stupid Luke as if he just told her the most ridiculous thing anyone had ever said in the history of ridiculous things.
"Luke I would marry you if it would help World Peace."
With that, Luke reached up and started to tickle her delicate wrists. The tickling was excruciating but nothing compared to what he was leading to.
Uncle Hank took Stacey's head and turned it to face Shannon.
"Now you look at what this fine boy is about to do to your friend and see what's coming next for you."
Luke continued his tickling down the inside of Shannon's forearms and her it caused her hands to open and her fingers wriggled wildly. She tried to twist out of the way of Luke's trail of torture but she was tied way too tightly for that. Still, she was able to hold in her laughter, yet she needed to bite her lip to do it. The tickling moved like a gallop down into the insides of her exposed elbows and Shannon started wriggling more wildly. She twisted this way and that and her toes also wriggled involuntarily.
"You wait," Luke said, turning to Uncle Hank. "Here comes the best part, comin' up."
His tickling trail moved down to the extremely soft insides of her bare arms, inside the bicep area and circling around the triceps. Shannon stopped squirming for a moment and let loose a wave of giggling in reaction to her ticklish arms. Uncle Henry and Luke chuckled with accomplishment.
"Please don't tickle me anymore," Shannon tried out as a last attempt to avoid the torture that she was about to endure.
"Don't what?" Uncle Hank said.
"….tickle me…" Shannon said through her giggles as Luke continued tickling the bare arms of this teenager.
Big Mistake. Shannon fell for the oldest trick in the Book.
"Okay," Luke said with a chuckling snort (so proud of himself), "I'll tickle ya!" With that, he lowered his galloping ticklers to her underarms. Her silky, smooth armpits were extremely ticklish normally, but more so because of all the build-up. The young girl laughed loudly and uncontrollably. The force of her laughter frightened Stacey who watched with disbelief.
"Oh nooooo!" Shannon was able to cough out through the laughter, "Puh-lease! Stop tickling meeee hee hee hee hee hee!!!"
"Stop what?" Luke said with a guffaw as if he could trick Shannon again. He tickled with fervor around and around the hollow of Shannon's armpit, then up and down through the middle. Her most ticklish spot was dead center where there is a slight raise in skin within the ticklish hollow. Shannon's skin there was so soft that Luke was excited simply by the touch, but it was the force of Shannon's laughter because of her extreme sensitivity that made Luke proud.
"Tickle tickle tickle," he repeated as his fingers simply stayed on Shannon's ticklish underarms.
"Please!" Shannon choked out through her giggling and laughing. "Not under my arms-s-s-s! Anywhere but there!"
Uncle Hank felt it was time for him to chime in. "If Luke stops tickling you on those pits…." He stopped himself when Luke shot him a fierce gaze. "…uh … flowers of yours, can we tickle Stacey?"
Hank knew that he was going to tickle her friend anyway but he wanted to see if Shannon was desperate enough to give up her friend to save herself.
"Yes!!!! Yes!!!" came the immediate and desperate cry from Shannon who had endured her relatives tickling too long to want to take another second of it.
"Shan-non!" Stacey said accenting the girl's name.
Uncle Hank walked down towards Stacey's bare feet but as he did, he let a single finger slide down the girl's bare armpit. Stacey shrieked. This caused Luke to look up immediately to the girl. He stared under her arms and then up to her face and licked his lips. Stacey stared at him in horror. He still had a tiny piece of hay clinging to his bottom lip.
"Looks like we might have found a girl even more ticklish than out niece," Uncle Hank said pulling over a short stool towards Stacey exposed feet as if he were about to milk a cow. Shannon was still trying to catch her breath as she gazed over at Stacey and then down to her feet. Stacey looked at her friend and Shannon could only mouth the words, "I'm sorry".
The moment was interrupted, however, as soon as Stacey felt a feeling of metal electricity. Uncle hank had raked his nails down the surface of Stacey's bare, ticklish soles.
Instantly the girl threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a shriek and a string of giggling.
Aunt Helen smiled as she exchanged a glance with Uncle Hank who nodded in approval. Then he got up and dusted off the stool with the handkerchief in his back pocket.
"Go ahead, Helen," Hank said as he gestured for his wife to take his place. "I know the fondness you have for a young girls ticklish bare feet."
Helen walked over and gave her husband a short kiss on his forehead and said, "I knew I hit gold when I found you, Hank." Then she sat on the stool and, with an evil grin, started wiggling her thin fingers across the balls of Stacey's bare feet.
Stacey screamed and tried to wiggle her feet out of the way but it was of no use. She burst into an explosion of laughter as her extremely ticklish bare feet were attacked by an expert foot-tickler. Helen seemed to know every spot that tickled a girl's bare foot. She scratched lightly on the undersides of the toes and Stacey laughter hysterically and tried to claw her toes downward and protect herself from the tickle assault. Uncle Hank walked over and grabbed her toes with both of his hands and pulled them back to expose even more ticklish surface. Stacey gasped then exploded anew into ticklish laughter as Helen drew her fingernails up and down the 'stems' of her toes. Shannon watched and sobbed as her friend went through all the motions of a tortured girl; twisting and writhing and pulling at her wrists for release. She knew that if the hands were free then she would lurch forward and cover the tickled soles with her hands. But her teenaged girlfriend could not release her hands. So, instead, she screamed out laughter. Beads of perspiration began to appear on the girl's forehead and her brown hair stuck in certain spots.
Meanwhile, Aunt Helen was blissfully tickling the bare feet of this girl with intense feelings of satisfaction; as if she had just baked the perfect apple pie for the church picnic. The soft skin of Stacey's feet was beyond measure. She was a very pampered girl. Helen found a particularly ticklish spot under the balls of her feet and tickled and tickled and tickled ceaselessly.
Stacey wiggled her feet as best she could under the conditions but Hank held them firmly as he let his wife tickle the poor girl.
Just then, Luke, who could take no more, walked over and touched a finger on Stacey's bare armpit. Through her insane laughter, she was still able to detect a new tickling stimulus on a new region of her body and reacted by jerking wildly.
Helen stopped for a second and scolded Luke. "Now Luke," she said. "If you're gonna be doin' that, we'll never know what it is that she'sa laughin' at!"
"But she's so perdy," Luke said as he bent down to kiss the exposed armpit causing Stacey to giggle wildly and twist.
"Oh dear," said Hank. What does a man do in this situation? "We might as well just do a tickle rodeo."
"Tickle Rodeo!" came a shout from Luke and Aunt Helen.
The girls didn't have a moment to guess. It was like all hell broke loose. Helen had one hand tickling Stacey's bare foot and her other hand-tickled Shannon's bare foot. The barn was filled with the laughter of these teenaged girls. Then, Luke did the same as he reached over and tickled Stacey's exposed armpit with one hand and the silky underarm of Shannon with his other. The laughter rose in pitch with more of a desperation to it.
But it was nothing compared to when Hank knelt between the two bound girls and dug his fingers into their bellies, tickling their bellybuttons and around and around until his tickling circles reached their sides. He squeezed the delicate waists of these ticklish girls and let his digging work up to their extremely ticklish ribs. He tickled up and down and up and down again. The girls were screaming by this time, overloaded with sensation, yet feeling every single tickling touch from each ticklish part of their bodies.
Uncle Hank yelled out, his voice rising above the laughter (which was not easy). "Looks like we're gonna have ourselves a lot of rodeos from now on….tickle tickle tickle!!!"
The adults and the oaf tickled, blissfully as the teenagers screamed in ticklish torture.
The sun was beginning to set and a lonely cow mooed in the distance. Tomorrow was Sunday and they would all go to church.
The Preacher had the perfect sermon planned.