It continues

“I'll get it!” Caroline said, climbing to her feet. Tara and Katie looked at each other and laughed; they had gotten exactly what they wanted. To top it off, another round of rumbling caused Billie's pussy to spew forth pussy juices into her thongs once again, moaning with unwilling pleasure with a couple smelly toes between her lips.

“Fuck.” Billie cursed her luck as her mom opened the front door, allowing not only for her sister and nieces to come inside the house, but also for her daughter’s lesson of humility to continue. "Oh, my what is this?" asked Mary. The twins smirked.

“Well Billie has been a neglectful, spiteful girl; so She is being punished. Observe.” Katie soon had poor Billie in hysteria as her nails began their movements. “Holy crap, listen to her!” stated Mandy. “She is more sensitive than us!” agreed Sandy. Katie suddenly stopped. “Billie….” She paused “I have come to a decision.” Billie raised her weary head, still puffing. “I still love you, but I need you to keep being punished and eventually to give up the game. So if your cousins and mother agree, I think we should go to the park and let you get gang tickled by us and other girls. That way, your humbling can return you to me and all of us!”

Billie’s response was uncharacteristic. She burst into hysterical tears, saying she couldn’t stand it and she felt so unloved. Katie responded by pressing her lips against her and pulling down Billie's panties. To Billie’s shock and delight, Katie brought her to orgasm, not once, twice or thrice….but four times. “Billie, I love you. Truly love. I literally want you to carry my child one day. I want to say I do to you. But this game has taken over you. It has warped you into something I don’t recognise. Tickling brings you back to me. Keep you humble. That’s why you must be tickled and regularly. So that the real you can shine. And you will. I love you, my darling. But you must laugh.”

Haze. That’s the best way to describe it. Sandy and Mandy had returned to Billie’s soles, while Katie ran her nails across trembling butt cheeks. Katie buried her face between Billie’s thighs as her tongues pleased her mound before she started to suck again on Billie’s clit. The sensation of white, grey and yellow light after feeling the liquid poured out of Billie’s entrance had taken her over. The orgasms had left her tender and her feet and buns were simply too sensitive. But finally the fog lifted and her eyes opened. She was outdoors, a slight breeze. She was bound in her blue and green bikini, barefoot. Katie was above her grinning. “Hi Billie baby. So we are at the Smith Street Park and as you can see you are tied to a roundabout. There is a bit of a crowd. Mandy and Sandy are arranging for women and girls to give you a mass tickling, while we record it on our phones. No men or boys of course.”

Billie shook her head vigorously, before a grinning Katie ran a nail from the top pf her toes down to her heel. She howled like a banshee. “Naughty ticklish girl! You will be tickled, so behave.” A woman, appearing to be her in her early twenties approached Katie with a smile. “Can I feather her?” “Just keep it PG, she is taken.” The woman nodded, grinning, taking a white feather from her bag.