Tickle Torture Novels & Stories

I smiled bitterly, not offering any explanation. After all, stuff like this had happened far too often. Nadine's first lover had once accused me of splashing boiling water on him. The truth was, the water was cold. Nadine didn't care about anything else and immediately started beating me up, forcing me to apologize to him. Nadine's second lover claimed I had deliberately stepped on his shoes, so she made me lick them as punishment. She even forced me to eat an entire packet of salt because her third lover accused me of putting too much salt in his food, which landed me in the hospital.

There was a high-tech device my other brothers had managed to procure to torment people. The moment someone lied, the shock would hit them hard enough to make them lose control of their bowels. "Throwing someone to the sharks is nothing but physical labor. Since you want some fun, why don't we play with something that can even reach into one's soul?" I said. "Let's use that." Tiger burst out laughing and clapped his hands. "Interesting! You're so brutal! I like it! Strap her into the machine! Now, who's going to ask the question?"

she grins at me. The teasing takes me off-guard. Riley's never teased with me before. Not that I didn't think she was capable, but it's not the type of personality she normally has – at least not a trait I've seen yet. "I'm okay?" I put my hand up to my heart and make a noise like she's stabbed me, before I struggle over to the couch and fall on the side she's not taking up. "You wound me, little girl." "You'll be fine," she giggles as I tickle her legs.

Zia bursted out laughing. "Hey….n….no…. that's not…fair," she managed to speak in between her laughter, but he continued to tickle her. Hearing and watching her laughing, automatically he started smiling and laughing too. The loud noises of their laughter resonated. She begged him to stop and then he finally stopped. Zia was heaving heavily after his ruthless torture on her tummy. She narrowed her eyes at him who was smirking at her. "You creepy demon, how dare you tickle me?" She spat at him. He grinned wickedly before showing her his fingers.

I squeal more as he roughly messes my hair again, to remind me that he will, because he’s evil and has no scruples. “Okaayy … Okaayy!” I wail, knowing this is futile. Arrick has many forms of torture when he is being playful, and he isn’t against pinning me on the floor with my arms under his legs, to tickle me to squealing hysteria again. “Number one?” Arrick repeats loudly. I have nothing else to do but answer him when he’s like this, knowing he will just keep tormenting me till I yield. I’m more afraid of the tickling than this, and I do not have the energy for that kind of hell.

A curse tore from me, muffled against her skin. “Babe,” I promised darkly, my teeth grazing her lightly. “I’ll torture you for this.” I tugged at her nipple before immediately soothing the sting with my tongue. My other hand drifted lower, finding her clit and teasing her with lazy, agonizing circles. “I love your tortures,” she whispered, her wrist moving faster now. Her thumb brushed the head until I bucked helplessly into her hand. “Oh, I’m not stopping,” I rasped, licking across her chest, dragging my tongue until she shivered violently. “Not until you scream for me. Not until you’re shaking apart.”

Sensory deprivation has been used as a torture technique for thousands of years. Most people require not only human interactions but the stimulation of their senses in order to function. Prolonged sensory deprivation has been known to lead to hallucinations, psychosis and in extreme cases, death. Temporary exposure can just cause disorientation, which is the whole point of us being put in these cells.

He tore her cloth and flipped her onto her stomach. Something possessed him. His eyes became dark, and his hand trembled. With one firm hand, he pressed and held down Scarlet. Raising his hand into midair, he began to let go. Lashes after lash, falling on her back, buttocks, and thighs. Scarlet yelled and twitched, fighting to get free from the burning torture. Her pleas filled the room. Her pain sank deep into Annik like cocaine. Just what he needed. “Don't ever push me, Scarlet!” A series of new sets of his belt came all over her.

She was up to something. "Ready for a tickle attack?" I gasped, my eyes squinted at her. "Don't. You. Dare." She shrugged. "Too late!" Before I could try to escape her torture, she grabbed my arm, tickled me so bad. "Oh my gosh! I'm gonna pee on my body! Stop, Vicki!" I cried. She laughed hard, completely ignoring my cry. Well, this was so much fun. I liked it. At least, it was going to make my night.

My heart trembled in fear when I heard that. He showed me needles, huge needles, almost the size of the veins. “These needles will be stabbed into your arms and legs. And since you're a beautiful woman, I'll pierce your nipples with these as well. I'll push a rod up your ass and another up to your pussy. Then I'll turn on the electricity. You'll be electrocuted until you pass out. The process will repeat ten times. But I won't let you die.” The way he was telling me about that horrific torture so excitedly, made me reconsider my decision.