Linda slowly began to get some much needed air in her lungs when she became aware that the bra was refastened through her top and under her chin which kept her arms pinned over head and her view totally obstructed to what was going on. Linda was just beginning to be able to see again after the beer in her eyes washed out only to find out she was like the man in the iron mask, unable to see through her top and bra which had been fastened in a way to inhibit her sight and movement. With all that going on, Linda was totally unaware that her 44DD breasts were on display for the whole bar to see. Linda felt a tug on her bra restraints and was suspended over the jaw of the bear head mounted in the bar. Linda was totally helpless and was just beginning to realize how exposed she was.
Linda felt someone moving behind her. With her arms restrained over her head, she was forced to move her feet forward and was arched chest forward giving all the patrons maximum view of her massive chest. If her head had not been covered, the whole room could have seen how red her face was. She tried to yell but the cloth in her face and the bra around her chin prevented her from saying anything intelligible. Then it started, tickling under both armpits. Incessant tickling began up and down both sides of her body. Linda began to convulse in hysterical laughter. She had always been very ticklish. Her body was contorting as much as she could given the restraints to her arms. Her legs were moving a mile a minute and this was causing her massive breasts to bounce like a pair of rubber balls. Then a second pair of hands started tickling the back of her knees. Linda could not stand it, she was laughing so hard she began to hyperventilate.
Linda was laughing so hard she did not even notice her pants had been unfastened and were slowly drifting down her legs, not that she could have done anything about it. Linda's jeans came to rest down around her ankles. Basically, she was wearing only her panties at this time. The two pairs of hands continued to tickle Linda without pause, who through the laughter, began to feel another sensation. The three Bloody Marys had made their way through her system and now she had to pee really badly. Linda couldn't be heard through her laughter anyway and whoever was doing this probably didn't care. Moments later the muscles released a huge flow of urine. The hands stopped tickling Linda. Slowly Linda got air back into her lungs as the tickling ceased. Linda was finally aware of how totally exposed she was. She was standing in a bar wearing only her panties which she had just thoroughly soaked with her own piss. She heard a hiss, "that'll teach you to steal my boyfriend!" It was definitely Michelle. Then there was silence. Moments later several pairs of male hands proceeded to free Linda from her confines. Amazingly, several hands found it necessary to grope her breasts. Apparently the key to freeing her arms tied over her head rested in her breasts. Even more ironically, her bra came up missing and her top was pretty much useless after supporting her weight while she convulsed under to the torrid tickling torture. Bill was no where to be seen which may have been a good thing. Linda decided that fourth Bloody Mary was that important as she quickly headed home. Payback was definitely in order.
