Tickling in the Underground

Before

*This story is from your point of view, the submissive one, you are a 5' 3" tall, 15 year old girl. You have a very slim build, and average size breasts with a larger butt, and size 7 1/2 feet. Your eye color, hair color and name are all up to you. Let's get into the story!!!*

*For reference, at the beginning of each chapter, I will list the clothes the main character is wearing. You are wearing a red plaid skirt, white cotton ankle socks that have little pink bows on the sides, a red ribbon tying back your hair in a low ponytail, pink and white striped panties, a  matching bra, a black tank top, brown knee-high lace-up boots, and a yellow raincoat.*

I was hiking on Mount Ebott, my booted feet crunching in the fallen September leaves, my (H/C) hair blowing in the wind, and my red plaid skirt swishing around my thighs. I hear dfootsteps behind me, and being the paranoid girl that I am, I looked back. All I saw were two other hikers, two larger men, maybe in their late teens or early twenties, just hiking behind me, nothing out of the ordinary. At least, that's was I thought. 

I approached the top of the mountain, were the huge crevice was. I breathed in the crisp fall air, and enjoyed myself for a good six seconds before I saw the men running towards me, and I didn't have any time to think about running away before they were on me. They tackled me to the rocky ground. One of them held my arms above my head, pinning my wrists to the floor, while the other sat on my thighs and looked into my eyes. "Hey sweetie, how are you this fine day?", he crooned at me. I couldn't help but feel a blush creep across my ears and cheeks as he caressed my breast, little did he know it was the outer portion of my nipple. Even though it was the through my coat, I could still feel it. The one pinning my wrists down sat on them, and tickled my chin. "UaAaa, please stop mister! That tickles! EeeEE!", but that just made him tickle faster with a light fleeting touch. "Haaa! AA! Staaahhap!", I yelled. As if magic, he finally stopped.

"We got a ticklish one, Ernie," the tickler said. He looked at my boots, and so did the presumed "Ernie." Ernie smiled, and asked the other one, "Hey, Scott, we have some rope in the pack, right?" "You wouldn't!" I cried, "Let me go already, you jerks!" I struggled through their grimy hands, and I just wouldn't accept what they were going to do, they would probably tickle me, tease me, rape me, and then kill me. It's the perfect plan for these absolute perverts! I just wish they never found out how ticklish I am. At least they haven't gotten to my ticklish spot yet...

"Now why would we do that, doll face. How old are you anyway?",  said as he tied my wrists. tight with paracord rope. "I'm only 15 you perverts!" I spat at them. "Ooh, that'll make this even more interesting...", Scott said. He unlaced my boots, and I prepared for the worst. He took them off slowly, teasing me. "Just get it over with already!" I shouted at them. "Oh, so you want us to?", Ernie teased. If only they knew that they discovered what really turned me on... I just never wanted it to happen this way. "Of course not!" , I blurted out. "You guys are just a bunch of perverts who won't let me go until you fullfill your disgusting desires with me!" I shouted at them, but then I instantly regretted what I said, because one of them picked me up, my boots slipping off as I was lifted off the ground. "You'll regret saying that about us, ya little brat.", Scott whispered in my ear. I didn't realize what was about to happen to me until I saw the hole they were about to drop me into. "Goodbye, little princess.", Ernie said to me, right before dropping me into the large, seemingly bottomless hole.