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Beautiful … now keep them still, standing exactly like this, arms behind your back, as I start gently tickling the bare skin of your sensitive breasts … keep them still, even as my fingertips slowly and methodically tickle every inch of your nipples, until I find the spot which just drives you crazy … yes, very good, feel your body melt, getting hornier each minute, as I just won’t stop tickling your oh so sensitive skin … making you laugh, making you squirm, making you mine
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Halloween Tickle Nights
What if at Halloween Horror Nights, they had a tickle torture themed house? We’ll call it: Halloween Tickle Nights.
The first room is the scariest! LEGAL PAPERWORK!! 😱😱😱 The staff would make you sign all sorts of papers saying they can put their hands on you and do things and you can’t sue them if you laugh so hard you hurt yourself, lol. And of course, you must be 18 or older. This is also the room you have to change in beforehand. All females must strip to bra and panties and be barefoot. After all, they want to scare you and make you feel vulnerable.
You walk through the door opposite you and begin your journey. You walk in and the door behind you closes. A lit narrow hallway lies beyond you and you must walk through it to get to the first room. You look up on the walls as you walk and see large pictures of other girls who came before you. All of them are stripped just like you and are in some form of bondage. Their faces look either scared, anxious, or worried, because they know what’s to come. You know this is going to be your fate as well.
You finally reach the end of the hallway, open the door, and walk inside. The room is small and dim with a very high ceiling and in the middle is a chain that hangs from the top almost to the floor. Before you realize what’s happening, a masked man pops out from behind you, grabs you by the arms, and pulls you to the chain, where he binds your legs together and hoists your arms above your head, locking them to the chain, stretching you out. The man introduces himself as your torturer for this particular room. You try to ask for more information but it’s too late, and he begins tickling your sides and exposed armpits. You wiggle and squirm and scream as he digs his fingers deep into your pits and counts each of your ribs. With your arms stretched above you unable to defend you stand there and laugh as he begins pouring baby oil over your sides, increasing the sensation. You knew it would be bad, but you had no idea just what you had gotten yourself into. He tickles your belly button as well using an electric toothbrush and you enter hysterics. Who knew your bellybutton was your hidden tickle spot? 45 minutes go by before he stops, and you start to catch your breath. He unties your hands, pulls your arms behind you, and begins leading you to the next room.
As you enter, you see another small room and in the center is a pool chair with multiple cuff restraints coming off at various places and a set of wooden stocks fastened at the end by the feet. The man sits you down on the chair and fastens the restraints. Your arms are pulled above your head and tied to the top, a rope is crossed over your chest and around the back of the chair tied tight, thigh cuffs are attached to you and locked, and your feet are locked in the stocks with your toes tied back. When you’re completely restrained, the man silently walks out leaving you alone. A few minutes later, two new people walk in from the far door. You look up to see 2 twins walking towards you wearing the dresses from The Shining. You ask what they want from you and they reply “come play with us”. You tell them no thanks, but they don’t seem to listen since they position themselves by your feet. “Play with us” they say again, and they begin stroking your bare feet. You laugh and try to wiggle your feet but are unable to escape their fingers. They begin going faster now, each using their nails over each of your soles. You scream and beg them to stop but they just continue and seem to enjoy your begging. One of the girls starts using her tongue and licking up and down the sole in front of her while the other one watches eagerly. You burst out laughing and echoes are filling the room. The other girl taking the hint begins using her mouth to suck your toes nice and slowly and a fresh scream leaves your mouth. You beg them not to, that it tickles too much, that you can’t take it. Your cries fall on deaf ears though, as they alternate licking and sucking as well as tickling with their nails. The second girl pulls out a hard bristle brush and starts scraping it up your soles. You open your mouth to laugh but nothing comes out. The first girl does the same and soon you’re making squealing noises only sometimes interrupted by gasping for breath. Your pink soles turning a dark red color, you think you’ll never make it out alive. Suddenly you see the first girl get up and begin tickling your sides while the second focuses on your feet. Your body thrashes as you scream and laugh with hysterics. At least an hour passes before they finally stop and you realize you made it...at least through this room. The twins untie you and lead you to another hallway with two doors at the end.
The door on the left has a sign that says “Too scared?” And you can see it leads back to the original check-in room. The right door has a larger sign and it says “Warning: Extreme torture ahead, no limits.” You think to yourself it must be the last room and say, “Fuck it, I ain’t a bitch”, and enter the room. It’s a large bright room with a king size bed in the center, a large wooden box on wheels in the corner, a table, and a door on the other side of the room. You walk towards the bed and the door opens too. A large, muscular man with scissors in his hand demands you lay on the bed and scared out of your mind, you obey. He puts the scissors on the table and then begins using cuff restraints to tie your spread-eagle to the bed. Once each limb is pulled towards the corners, he picks up the scissors, and you feel your stomach drop as he brings them close to you. He brings it right up to your chest and right when you expect pain, you hear snip, and your bra is cut in the middle, falling in 2 pieces, exposing your bare chest. You instantly blush and begin yelling at him asking who he thinks he is before realizing he’s moving the scissors down your body. Snip. Your panties slide off and your entire face now goes dark red; you realize you’re now completely naked, spread eagle, 100% vulnerable, and clueless to what will happen next. “We’re ready!” the man shouts, and the door opens again. To your horror, the masked man from the first room and the twin girls from the second enter. They approach the bed with the masked man by your bed, the twins by your feet, and the third man is by your hips.
Now comes the final part of your torture. “Are you ready?” he asks. Before you can say no, the masked man begins tickling your underarms and the girls begin on your soles. You buck against the restraints and start laughing harder then you have all night. 10 fingers under your arms and moving down your ribs and 20 on your soles and holding back your toes, all of them torturing you. The third man was watching and wheeling over the wooden box to the bedside. You barely realize what he’s doing because you are busy thrashing around the bed yelling at the top of your lungs. He tells everyone to stop after about fifteen minutes and to your relief, they back down. The man then walks up to your hips and is holding a long stiff feather, and you breathlessly look at him, confused. He then proceeds to position himself between your legs and his fellow ticklers stand on both sides of the bed holding your legs wide apart even more to make sure they have no chance to close. Your eyes widen as the man moves the feather between your legs and begins slowly stroking your pussy. You gasp and begin to moan slightly. He strokes faster and as much as you’re embarrassed and it tickles, you can’t seem but to kind of enjoy it. He strokes faster from the top of your now exposed and slightly swollen clit down. You moan and laugh, telling him to stop, but he continues faster. The strokes increase and soon the moans are escaping your mouth quicker then the laughs. Your pussy is turning a slight shade of pink and you shudder each flick over your clit. You feel yourself building up, you feel an orgasm approaching, and you know you can’t stop it. You’re just about to cum when he stops, pulls the feather away, and everyone tickles you until you no longer have the urge. After 5 minutes or so, the man resumes teasing your clit, and the process begins again. This vicious cycle lasts for the next 30 minutes and by the end you are BEGGING to cum, you’re so desperate.
Finally the man allows you to cum. The feather strokes you one last time and you have a huge squirting orgasm. You think you’re done after, but you’re wrong. The man says he will continue to make you cum now. To make matters worse, the man started to use a vibrator as well to fuck you while your clit was tickled. You scream and laugh and moan as you cum over and over again without a break. Only once your pussy has turned a dark red shade and a pool of cum has dripped out of you does he stop, and everyone tickles you one final time. The clock strikes 1 AM before everyone finally stops tickling you.
By now you are a sweating panting mess, flushed in the face, and just laying on the bed limp. You did it, you survived. The large man unties you and offers you a robe and slippers while the others leave the room. You are led back to the original check in room where you go to the bathroom to take a look at yourself. Proud that you survived, you give yourself a small smile. Right before you leave, something catches your eye. On your black robe, in the top right corner are 3 letters: H.T.N. A smirk crosses your face and you walk out the door, head held high, ready to come back next year.
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