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Criminy - I'm loving the slow buildup, and I can almost feel her excitement as she eases into exhibitionism...

Posted after reading the second part. Going back for more!

Thank you all for your kind words and Private mesasges. This is the end of this little story but I've some other ideas in mind with similar themes.

I have retconned the last few lines of the previous chapter. Nothing major just how the sheet falls off her. You don't have to go back and read however as this chapter starts with the updated paragraph.

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Derek entered the room smiling with George following behind grinning like a maniac. “Now” he shouted, catching me off guard. I was pushed back into the chair that I hadn't even noticed had been pushed behind me. The younger boys before I could even react had grabbed my wrists and tied them to the chair arms.

“Wait sto…” I managed to get out before Geroge put the tape over my mouth. Oh no! This couldn't be happening. I squirmed but was stuck fast. I blushed deeply as the younger boys crouched down and forced my legs from the curled up position and fastened them to the side spokes of the chair. My legs were forced open slightly from their action revealing my panty covered crotch as the loose sheet opened letting the boys get a close eyefull.

“Wheel her over there” George grinned as he pointed towards the other side of the room where the front window and my craft supplies were. The laughing younger boys started to wheel me backwards away across the room. I watched in horror as Derek’s eyes flitted to my trailing covering as an idea popped into his head and he purposefully stood on it letting the momentum do the rest. I screamed into the tape and fought against my bonds as the blanket slowly slipped away from me exposing every inch of my pale naked body covered only by my cute matching bra and knickers. The feeling was unreal, light lightening flushing through my body as totally against my will I was stripped.

The older boys had frozen staring at my exposed bra, my cheeks were as red as the little decorative bow that adorned it. I couldn't believe how exposed I was as the boys started down at my exposed cleavage, something I hadn’t let them see before. I didn't know if the boys could see the tissue stuff down but it was already mortifying enough to be exposed like this. How had I let this silly little game go so far.

My hormonal little brain buzzed with confusion as I also flushed with excitement. My parted legs exposed my crotch and the white knickers practically glowed in the bright lights but still gave a slight outline of my most private petals. I was so sexually charged I longed to be in my private room to experiment some more, but instead I was stuck and displayed.

I was totally exposed and at the mercy of my cousins. I had goosebumps despite the heat of the room, I was hypersensitive to every touch, I could feel every bead of sweat running down my naked form, the slightly breese tickled my exposed flesh.

The game had gone too far but there was no way for me to stop it or protest as the boys surrounded me with giggles, laughter and lust filling the atmosphere. I could only shake my head in protest as they found the feathers and started to slowly tickle my exposed flesh. They started tame by pulling off my little white frilly socks to tickle my feet, but soon they got more daring running the feathers all over my body. The touch of it was unbearable making me scream into the gag and thrash around like mad.

Under my exposed arms and my bare feet was bad enough letting the boys oggle me up close as I squirmed around. My eyes darted to the boys, remembering my original plan but it seemed only Ryan remained exposed as Derek and George had put their baggy shorts back on in the madness. Ryan was fully lost in the crazy game, not even hiding his stiffy tending his boxers. Derek and George now more dressed still showed signs of excitement but it was hardly fair on me with what I was going through.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, I was dripping in sweat and totally lost in shame as the feathers continued to tickle me. No words were spoken now apart from a few giggles and laughter as the boys got more and more brave with their tickling. I closed my eyes biting my lip as the conflicting emotions crashed through me.

Feathers then darted randomly all over me, sometimes even up the inside of my legs, tickling near my most private area. Others skittered across my chest sometimes even lightly brushing my cleavage. My squirming and thrashing actually allowed their actions to seem like accidents. For my own part I was lost to the world, my body’s movements almost purposefully letting the feather touch where it shouldn't. My knickers, once sweet and innocent, now clung to my sex which was now mortifyingly wet and swollen from sexual excitement. A couple of times the feathers rubbered over my petals causing small mones to slip out but were luckily absorbed by the gags.

I was so wound up, but there was no sense of relief possible, honestly I was so charged right in that moment, if my hand had been free I would have probably finished myself off within seconds right in front of the boys. This teasing and torture continued and my eyes barely opened for a few seconds at a time before shame flooded back in me as I saw the boys equally red and flushed faces.

Then it happened, two strokes of a feather barely brushed my panties and my body acted on impulse. Moving my hips I thrust forward, this could easily have been seen as another action of squirming to the boys. To my mortification however I made solid contact. The wet crotch of my panties and my blooming flower within touched a fist holding a feather. My eyes shot wide open from shock, but my body had already reacted, giving two more swift gyrations before I could stop myself. Derek stopped dead pulling his hand away, we looked at each other for a moment. I could see from his eyes and the way he rubbed his hand he could feel my wetness. I hoped he was still uneducated in the way of girls and thought it was just sweat.

Our game came to an end shortly afterwards with Derek wrapping up the game. I think we both knew it had gone too far but no dare speak. Looking over the boys Ryan had a clear wet spot in the front of his underwear and the older boys seemed to shift unfortably.

I was shaking as the boys started to release me. I ran upstairs after being cut free, tears streaming down my eyes. The boys were silent in my passing. Both terrified they had upset me and that they might get in trouble.

Flushed with mixed emotions I fell on my bed curled up and clutching myself. I sobbed and shook and soon found myself exploding after a few exploratory rubs. I stripped, redressed and went back down to join the boys. My legs still shaking, I felt more drained than after a day of cross country track.

The boys quickly apologised, the younger two almost crying but I brushed it off like it was nothing. I pretended that we hadn’t crossed a line, that it was a silly children's game and I was just the unfortunate victim.

My next few weeks of private time was filled with new fantasies and my craft box playing a key role in acting them out. However nothing ever came close to the real thing or the feeling of total helplessness and humiliation.