Chinese Tickle Torture Novels & Stories

She used the tips of her fingernails to tickle my sack, lightly touching my skin as she rose up and down on my cock. Immediately my balls grew tight, and I felt that delicious swell of pleasure that let me know I was getting close to the red zone. I could have fought it if I wanted, but – “You want me to come?” I gasped. “Yes, please – oh God – are you coming?” she wailed as she continued to tickle my balls. “Fuck – FUCK – ” I groaned as I felt the first contraction deep in the base of my shaft. Lily whipped her hair back and thrashed her whole body on top of me in a frenzy. “Oh God – OH GOD – OH GOD – ”

“I'm serious guys. I'm gonna pee myself. Please!!??” “Shall we stop Chase?” “I guess so, unless you wanna change the sheets?” “Ew, I'll pass.” With that the torturous tickles ceased and I could finally breath again instead of gasping in air like a damn fish. “Now, guess again!” They were right back at it and I wasn't sure I liked the game anymore. If that was one of the easier punishments, I dread to think what else they had planned. They knew how tickly my feet were. I felt someone spread my downstairs lips and flick my bud. Not hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to make me jump.

Zhu Wushang nodded, agreeing with what his wife said. “Kyaaaaa! Ha hahaha, Xian’er! haha ha ha you cheat! you tickle ha ha ha ha me! how do you know Kyaaa Ha ha ha ha… My Weakness! haha ha!” Tian Xiulan laughs as she falls to the ground with the tickle from Zhu Xian’er that is scrubbing around her waist and neck. “I ask big brother of course!” Zhu Xian’er answered with a smile. Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhu Wushang suddenly felt that his head might have a symptom called the Migraine.

While the other went head with the worst form of torture. I was soon crying and laughing, while begging him to release me. I’m extremely ticklish. And I know someone must have told me and it definitely wasn’t me. Who did he bribe or threaten to get that information from? “Why do you assume I would have to do either of these things to find out something about you?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. It made his hair fall over his eyes, looking sexy as fuck like that. “How else would you know?” He smiles, then he tickles under my arm. I squeal and try to cover up which I couldn’t do because he was holding my hand.

He was part of the universe favorite. “Wait, were you trying to tickle me so I can let you off?" His eyes twinkled in mischief. Oh-Oh, it seemed that I have woken up the tickle master. And heaven knows that my laughter when I am being tickled doesn't sound cute, instead, I sounded like a braying donkey. “Please, don't.” I begged with my palms together and mustered my most solemn look. “Don't what?” He asked even though he knew exactly what I was begging him not to do. He was the worst. It was obvious that he enjoyed tickling me as punishment.

Tiger Lily showed some faux-outrage. "Shit!" I cried out as Delilah, Tiger Lily and the rest of the SD swarmed me. Pamela and Miyako were of no help whatsoever. I could not express my joy more at the resulting physical abuse and humiliation aimed my way. I was tickled. Yes, my Kick-Ass, full-blood, natural born killers pinned me down and tickled me until I nearly peed on myself.

He whispered into my ear before slowly sucking on my earlobe. “So, I am going to be the one to pump your cherry little Faith. And when you are all stretched and nice, he will have you so rough that you won’t be able to wear those little thongs you wear every day. After that, we will fuck your little pussy together, our two big cocks rubbing against each other inside you. And you feel us for weeks because you would be so stretched that you will have problems sitting, walking, peeing….” “God just get on with it already. I can’t take this torture anymore.” My very unruly mouth decided to run on its own even before I had a time to stop it. My two guys laughed softly:

I promptly covered my private parts, but Dicken pressed a finger on my sole in the next instant and pinched it. “Stop, damn it! That tickles!” I snapped in annoyance, but Dicken laughed happily instead, and he kept holding onto my leg and pinching it. As he looked up, his dark eyes pulled me within his bottomless gaze like a magnet, before he poked out his tongue and licked my toes. The ensuing numbing tickle seemed to shoot up my scalp from my leg, and I barely managed to clap a hand over my mouth in time or I would have been screaming shrilly.

My eyes grow wide when I realize that it's exactly what they're trying to do. "Lingchi..." I find myself saying, in a state of shock. My body no longer knowing how to react. Should I cry? Scream? Beg for mercy? I have no idea. I'm completely lost. I've heard of the practice of Lingchi, but have never seen it. Not that I would want to. Lingchi, also known as the death of a thousand cuts was a gruesome way to torture a person. A death of a thousand cuts, is exactly what it sounds like. The Chinese used it as a method to torture a person in the most cruel of ways. They found a person would die slowly and painfully by cutting them all across their body. After a certain amount of cuts to the body

When it came to tickle torture, he knew all the spots. And when it came to pinning the loser to give her the ultimate tickle, in the form of Ricky's cock pumping between her thighs, his earlier wish came true. Purring blowjobs did feel even better than they looked.