Tickle Torture Novels & Stories

But the tingling pleasure was soon to follow. "T-two!" My breathing came out heavy. Another blow made me arch my back, wanting more of his punishment. "Three!" Letting out a curse under his breath, he rubbed my burning skin for a moment before continuing with his torture. Throwing my head back, I moaned. I didn't know I would be ever in kinks. But it seemed like from now on, we would be diving deeper into it. And his husky groans of pleasure just from punishing me proved my assumption.

Inside was a collection of terrifying and beautiful equipment — ropes, cuffs, nipple clamps, a spreader bar, floggers, canes, vibrators, and a few things I didn’t even recognize. “I used to be a sex tutor,” he said coldly. “I trained women to take extreme pleasure and pain. You’ve just volunteered to be my next student.” He cuffed my wrists behind my back and bent me over the edge of the bed. He spread my legs wide with the spreader bar and locked it in place. Then the real torture began. He started with a thick flogger, striking my ass and thighs until my skin burned red. I screamed with every hit. “Ahhhh! Uncle Lin— it hurts!”

The simple touch from him caused me to feel miserable and restless I wanted him to do more than just taste me "Vic...Victor this is torture" I gasped with shortened breaths reminding him that he was teasing me and killing me slowly. His mouth was warm as he sucked on my inner thighs while he massaged my mold. I wanted him to do more than just touch me and lick me and suck on but like the last time. He said I wasn't ready for anything other than foreplay

“This is torture—sweet, evil, perfect torture.” He laughed, dark and primal, then moved lower. His tongue attacked me like a starving predator, licking every trace of ice cream from my folds, swirling it with my own dripping arousal. His mouth was relentless—sucking my clit around the wand, lapping at the base of the dildo, devouring me with hungry, obscene sounds. He pulled out the dildo an inch, then shoved it back in again. Repeating the process over and over and over again. My legs strained impossibly against the ankle cuffs, muscles burning as I tried to close them. I tasted copper from biting down on my lips.

I was going insane because there was so much energy streaming. Every time I shut my eyes, I feel the tickling intensify even more. "Don't shed any tears, Trina. I'm sure you're having a good time." When I shifted my foot, the metal stand rang, but I was distracted by the fact that they were handcuffed. "It's time to lower it... Ahhh..." Because the vibration is in full effect, I am experiencing a great deal of pleasure. “I, on the other hand, like it when your pussy is suffocating." He touched my buttocks and then simply kept going.

“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.

She spoke in a trembling voice in her stubborn tone, then she felt him take a deep breath in anger but she ignored. “Very soon you will be punished for this deed of yours .... I am sure your mouth will never open in front of me after this.... it will be locked forever... Just wait and watch ....” After a while he chewed one word at a time and her heartbeat got sick for a few moments. It was heard that Bernardo has torture devices which he uses to punish his hunter ... because he enjoys killing people slowly ... he used them to get people's tongues out. Is, scratches the eyes, pulls their nails from the skin of the hands etc.

The torture video played on the small screen like a scene from the deepest pits of hell, Marcus’s face twisted with cruel focus as he extracted information from Vee in a dimly lit room. Elara’s breath seized in her throat, the brutal images searing into her mind with merciless clarity. The tech heir’s methods were savage, his questions sharp as blades while Vee’s pleas echoed through the speakers. Horror flooded the hideout, wrapping around everyone present like invisible chains that tightened with each passing second.

“I guess some things are worth waiting for. Not that I’ve ever had to wait for anything I wanted.” “It will do you some good then. You’re already too much of a spoiled brat.” “No one impugns my honor like that.” Before she could tease him about using the word impugn, he had grabbed her and was tickling mercilessly. She howled with laughter as she tried to escape, wincing when it sounded like she was a braying donkey before she managed to get free of his tickle torture. She hopped off the bed and out of range, putting up a hand. “No more of that. You can throw me in the dungeon or torture me with hot wax, but no tickling.”

The torture officially began. A machine was brought inside the room. Soon, the man's howl could be heard all across the dungeon. Muntaha alternated between electrocuting and drowning him. The painful screams only motivated to hurt the man more. It was music to his ears until the man cried no more.