Devin's Tickle

Cheerleader Armpits

Devin's Aunt walks around her and disappears behind her head, out of sight. The room is quiet, and Devin waits nervously for what might come next. She looks at her mom who is still by her feet, and she gets a small grin on her face because she knows what's about to happen and Devin doesn't.

Suddenly, Devin feels a fingernail slowly drag down her left armpit. Now she feels one in her right armpit. She feels them going simultaneously, one after the other, over and over again, but slowly getting faster. It's really starting to tickle her now so she tries to move but can't even manage to squirm a little.

The tickling stops for a few seconds, then all of a sudden, her aunt puts all of her fingers into her armpits and tickles right on the stubble. Devin loses it!

"Mpppmh mmmmmpph" she gives her mom the "help me" glance. Her mom looks her in the eyes, smiles and just shakes her head. "Mmmmppp"

"Oooh I think someone has ticklish armpits! Tickle tickle tickle" her aunt says tormenting her. She continues the tickling for a few minutes, then stops to allow Devin to breathe. "Did you like that Devin?" She asks. "Mph" she muffles and shakes her head.
"Oh you did?" Her aunt says in a fake surprised tone.
"Well, back to it then!" She says as she begins to tickle Devin's armpits again. But this time it's different. Devin's aunt is using feathers!

"Mmmmmmmppp" Devin tries to yell out to no avail. Tears have begun to streak down her face.

"Alright, now sis." Her aunt says. Devin looks at her mom and watches her start to tickle her feet again.

Devin tries to scream but she can't. She begins balling. She can't handle both her armpits and feet getting tickled at the same time. She is just too ticklish. Sad part is, she can't do a thing to stop it.

It's complete torture. The feathers tickling her armpits and the fingernails tickling her feet. The feathers flicking up and down, the nails scratching all over her soles, arches and toes.

She feels her mom stop so she looks down to her and sees her pick up two feathers. She thinks to herself "oh god please no." She feels the tips of the feathers touch her soles. Her mom starts gliding them up and down her poor, defenseless feet. She glides them up to her toes and begins to stick them between her toes and go under her toes, then shoot back to the center soles.

Now she noticed the feathers in her armpits have stopped. Then immediately her aunts fingernails invade them once again. Tickling up and down her armpits, from the freshly shaved stubble spot to the hollows of her pits and back up again. Devin almost can't breathe because it all tickles so much. This all goes on for about 30 minutes. Nonstop foot and armpit tickling.

"I've always wanted to tickle a cheerleader!" Her aunt says. "With their cute little skirts and tight sleeveless shirts that expose their pretty little armpits when they cheer!" Her fingers mercilessly tickling all over Devin's stubble.

Her mom finally decides to take off her gag to let her breath and speak.

"Ugh, finally! Now are you two done having fun torturing me?!"

They ignore her, but her mom brings up a good question. "With Devin's Birthday tomorrow, should we keep her like tied up like this for the next four hours and just before midnight comeback and start a birthday tickle?"

"No! Number one, I'm not waiting four hours stuck in this chair. Number two, no birthday tickle!" Devin commands.

"Aw, if only you were in a place to actually make commands, you wouldn't be in this situation." Her aunt says. She looks at her sister and agrees. "Yea let's stop now and come back in a few hours."