*This story does require reading Part 1 if you want to get the full context. Or don't. It's fun either way*
They spun me around onto my front. I felt someone sit on me so I couldn't move. I thrashed and squealed as they tickled my cheeks, my butt jiggling from the treatment. The boys quickly moved up to my sides, exploiting the better angle on my ribs and returning to my super sensitive area right underneath my armpit. They weren't even trying to use the guise of "tickling" anymore--they were just touching every part of me they could. I groaned and heaved, unable to breathe.
My hands broke free from their makeshift T-shirt bounds, and they flailed backwards, trying to free myself, but the awkward angle made it impossible.
I hit something, though not hard. I heard Rashelle squeak, a little surprised. She grabbed my hands, pulling them back gently so I couldn't move. "Well, this won't do. Boys? Can you grab something to tie her up with? I think we need to restrain her so she doesn't stop her tickling punishment."
I groaned. My face fell into the carpet as I dissolved into whimpers. Everything below my waist ached, and the pressure put on my still-sensitive pussy and weak legs felt oddly stimulating.
Rashelle sat on me, holding my arms down with one hand and stroking the skin of my butt with the other while the boys disappeared in search of something to tie me up with. "I'm glad you admitted you're enjoying this, Izzie. It opens up so many possibilities."
Not able to do anything else, I groaned again. Crap, this was turning me on so much. Exhausted from my orgasm, torn down by my friends' relentless assault, and ashamed by the thrill growing inside me, there was nothing I could do to resist. And Rashelle knew that.
The boys returned, holding some rope. They picked me up and carried me underneath a light fixture. Paul set a chair beside me so he could stand on it to tie me up properly. His crotch was right by my face, and I could see the huge boner in his pants.
Once I was secure, they stepped back and looked at me. I felt myself blush red. Despite the past half hour of being touched and prodded and tickled by them all over my naked body, the fact that I was now standing in the middle of the room, arms outstretched, nearly on my tiptoes, armpits and legs completely vulnerable, and free access to everything else, I felt a new sense of vulnerability embarrassment. When they were tickling me, they could only reach either my front or my back depending on my position, but now they could reach everywhere at any time. I bit my lip. What were they going to do next? The thought in my mind was a strange mixture of excitement and terror.
"I've got an idea," Rashelle said. She whispered something to the boys. They giggled to themselves.
"W-what?" I asked.
Rashelle grinned. "You'll see."
The three of them disappeared behind me. I squirmed, anxiety rising in my chest. I started to breathe hard, my mind going wild with ideas of what they were going to do to me.
They weren't gone for long. They each put something on the table, but then stood between me and the table so I couldn't see anything. Again, with them looking at me in my current state, I felt myself squirm.
"Here's how this is going to work," Rashelle said. "We've each chosen an item. We're going to tickle you with each item for one minute."
I groaned. I wasn't sure how much more I could take.
Rashelle grinned at my reaction. "You can tell us to stop tickling you with that item at any time at the price of ten spankings from that person. Understand?"
