Catching An Amazon: A Tale of Gang-Tickling Revenge! (Novella Excerpt) (Patreon)

Mina watched Margot’s door for over an hour in anticipation. She breathed deeply when she finally saw her arrive, and smiled evilly at the sight of Margot returning from the Sigma gym. She sent a message to the group: “Stand by.” Soon, Margot emerged carrying her bathrobe and toiletries to shower off her workout.

Though every Sigma was a sister to each other through and through, all would agree that Margot was the terror of the Sigma sorority house. The amazon who topped six feet in height, with her impressive muscles, long raven black hair, and humungous breasts had a taste for ticklish girls, and this month, had indulged herself. Five poor girls had paid the price when the giantess had yanked them from their rooms one by one and tickled them nearly to the brink to deal with her own frustrations. Margot loved to dish out tickles, but couldn’t stand it herself, and on Halloween a stranger had been allowed to tickle her for an hour on her most sensitive spots, driving her to her limits and then even beyond, completely helpless. Tickling some helpless underclassmen made her feel better about it. But Sigma girls were not meek, and with Diane’s blessing, tonight they would have their revenge, even upon the powerful senior.

As soon as Margot went to the bathroom to shower, Mina sent a text to Rose, Faith, Tina, and Systa, consisting only of a feather. They knew what it meant. The girls quickly assembled inside Margot’s room, closed the door, and stripped the bed. They hauled the mattress onto the floor, piled up the pillows on the floor at the end, then got into position.

Margot walked in wearing her bathrobe and holding her kit, completely unprepared when the girls sprung. Tina dropped in front of Margot’s feet and the rest of the girls shoved her, causing the giant to shriek and trip over the prone girl and land face down on the mattress. Rose tossed the blanket over her, and she along with Mina, Faith, and Systa dogpiled the struggling amazon. Tina, lying right by the foot of the mattress, slipped one side of a zip tie around Margot’s ankle, and then with Faith’s help, pulled the other leg into position to do the other one. It was good they were acting fast, because face down gave Margot leverage, and even with three girls on her back she was starting to get up. Tina rushed to one side while Faith went to the other, and each slapped a handcuff around one of her wrists. “Latched!” each girl called in turn.

“You girls are so dead!” Margot cried from under the blanket, starting to get up onto her knees. But Systa went to Faith and Rose went to Tina, and as Margot got onto a kneeling position, the girls pulled her arms outward. Margot tried tugging them back, but with two girls on each arm it wasn’t going to be easy. That’s when Mina reached under and began tickling Margot’s armpits. “No! Hahahahaha don’t you dare!” She struggled but couldn’t budge, and Mina grinned as she used her nails to scratch all over her pits. “Hahahahaha stooooop! No-hohohohahahaha!”

The girls were giving ground as Margot was pulling her arms down to stop Mina, but it was all part of the plan. When they were almost straight down, the girls pulled them behind her back and locked the two sets of cuffs together. “Let me out of this!” Margot demanded, but the girls grabbed a towel, wrapped it around the cuffs, and shoved Margot onto the mattress on her back, now without any leverage at all. “You girls are in so much trouble!”

“Turnabout is fair play,” Mina said with a grin. “And now… let’s start small.” She leaned down and began lightly scratching Margot’s collarbones. “How’s that?” she asked evilly.

Margot closed her eyes, snickering and trying to pull her head down like a turtle, but the other girls held her shoulders, and soon Margot was snorting and laughing. “Okay! Hahahaha! Okay! You got me! Now stop that! Hahahahaha!”

“Systa?” Mina asked, and the Icelandic girl started running a nail up each side of Margot’s neck and up behind her ear. “Such fun,” Mina said, watching Margot squeeze her eyes shut and writhe at the tickling.

“Please! Hahahahaha! Don’t do this! Hahahahaha!!!” Margot’s face was already going flush from the laughter. The more she laughed, the weaker she became, until soon Mina gave the signal to Faith and Tina. Margot didn’t have enough strength to keep Mina from getting her collarbones, and the two girls went to the giant’s feet. “Muh-hahahaha-nononononono not there! YIH-HAHAHAHAHA!!!” The girls were scratching all over the bottoms of her feet, bending her toes back to really stretch her soles out. “PLEEZE! HAHAHAHAHA! LEMME GO! WUH-HAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Not so fun now, is it?!” Systa teased, still tickling up Margot’s neck and behind her ear.

Rose looked to Mina, who nodded at the girl. Grinning, Rose slid down over Margot’s belly, took a deep breath, and then blew on it. “NOOOOOO!!!” Margot wailed. “DON’T DO-YAH! HAHAHAHAHAHA-ZTOOOOOOPPP!!!” Rose took another deep breath, and gave the mother of all raspberries, and Margot shrieked and bounced with mad laughter. “HAHAHAHA DOAHN-CHOO-HAHAHAHA-DUH-AIR MIH-HAHAHAHAHAHA DO THAH GHEN! NYOOOOOO-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” As Rose did another, and then began probing her bellybutton with her tongue. “GEHDUH WHAY! YE-HEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Okay, Systa,” Mina said, “time for the main attraction.”

“HAHAHAHA JEZ ZTOP!” Margot pleaded, but each girl went to Margot’s side, and took one of her enormous breasts in one hand. “UH NO!” Margot lamented even amidst her mad laughter. “PLEEZ NUH DAIR! HAHAHAHA NUH DAT!” She held her head back and roared as, with both hands, the girls began tickle-squeezing all over the breast they were holding. Margot shook her head, crying with laughter. “PLEEZ HAHAHAHA DUH-HOOOOHHHH-ENT! MIH-WA-HAHAHAHAHA! NUH MOE!” Her face was red now, shining with tears and sweat, her black hair wild as it spread out from her head like it was trying to abandon its ticklish host. “NEE-HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Payback is always a bitch, isn’t it?” Mina said with a grin, nibbling the nipple and causing Margot to begin thrashing her head in ticklish desperation.

“UHM ZORREE!” Margot begged. “HAHAHAHAHA UH WOHN DOOWIT HAHAHAHAH GEN! HEHEHEHEHE NEVUH! NOW ZTOOOOOOPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Not until we feel you’ve learned your lesson,” Mina said. “We are not your personal stress balls, Margot.”

“Although,” Rose said, “I am seeing how this is relaxing. I could do this all evening!”

“Me too!”

“Me three!”

“There is so much Margot to go around, after all,” Tina said evilly, scratching feverishly at the sole in front of her, the amazon too exhausted to even fight any more while she did it.

“So many spots to explore,” Mina agreed. “And by the time we’re done… we’re going to find all your ticklish spots.” Margot shook her head, laughing wildly and trying to buck her off. “And then we’ll get them all again, just to test to make sure we didn’t misidentify any.”

“NOOOO-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Margot pleaded, trying in vain to escape the vengeful girls. She didn’t know if they were only trying to scare her or actually planned to make tickling her to death their Saturday Night distraction. And in the midst of the tickling hell she found herself in, Margot had no sense of time left anyway, just laughter, and the occasional loud flatulent sound on her tummy that led to shrieking, cackling, desperation.

Faith and Tina both looked at each other and nodded. They’d both brought something special for this moment. They pulled it out and slid it between Margot’s toes. “OH NO! HAHAHAHAHA! NUH-OT THAH-HAHAHAHAHA!!!” Margot pleaded through her desperate laughter. But the girls were using the special floss the Sigmas had, the kind that felt like feathers were being dragged along wherever they went. They’d had to get special permission from Stacie for this, but revenge on a fellow Sigma was a permissible reason. So, they were gleefully flossing away between Margot’s toes, especially the littler toes, those seemed to be Margot’s weak spots. Margot also had more trouble gripping it on those toes, instead just tightening it enough around the floss even worse as they would draw it through. “YE-HEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHA-NONONONONONO-ZTOOOOOOP!!!”

“Big feet,” Tina said, “means so many tickle spots!”

“I could make these feet my hobby!” Faith said, having wrapped the floss around her fingers in such away so that she could floss with one hand while lightly scratching Margot’s sole with the other.

“I claim these feet in the name of the Class of ’24!” Tina declared. “Victory dance!” And she ran both of her hands over her soles, tickling Margot’s foot while it twitched futilely trying to escape. “We shall build a new future upon these feet, so that future Sigmas may tickle them and honor our cause!”

“HAHAHAHAHA YER AHLL NUTZ! WUH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Margot’s room was ground zero for laughter, the desperate kind from its occupant, and the wicked kind from her tormentors. The tickling they were subjecting her too went beyond even Halloween, she would probably have to go back to her own Hell Week to have a session to compare it to. And it was far from over.

HELL WEEK YEARBOOK #2 (Novella)
Story by Tarr2k
Cover Illustration by Churin

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• Over 106,000 words!
• Written by Tarr2k
• Cover Illustration by Churin!
• Armpits, bellybutton, breasts, ribs, and barefoot tickling!
• Bondage tickling!
• Gang tickling!
• Highly erotic tickling!
• F/F and M/F tickling!
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