Tickle Torture Stories Novels & Stories

“Fuck, the way you’re rubbing on me… it’s torture. Your heat’s right there, teasing my dick. Keep it up and I won’t be able to stop.” I pressed down firm, circling my clit over his tip through the thin barrier of my panties, the pressure building to a fever pitch that had my thighs quivering and breaths coming in pants. Torture? Try being me, soaked and empty, dying to sink down and let him split me open—his resistance is crumbling, I can feel his fingers twitching like he wants to rip my shorts off himself. “Then don’t stop. Let it happen. Your cock’s ready—feel how it’s twitching for my pussy?”

He rubbed my clit lightly. “I distracted your body. Your brain had assumed my finger against your opening was a threat because you expected pain, so I went and posed another threat your synapses had to focus on. Usually it works best with actual pain, but tickling is effective too because the body reacts in a similar way.” I shook my head. “You are good at this.” His lips twitched, and his gray eyes questioned me. “I’ve studied the workings of the body for a long time, especially its reactions to pleasure and pain.”

My wife has suffered from hereditary migraines for years. After three years of marriage, I finally developed a specialized medication just for her. Carrying a lunchbox, I headed to her company, intending to deliver the medicine to her in person. But her secretary mistook me for a kept man. He dumped the contents of the lunchbox over my head, stripped off my clothes in front of everyone, and even made me swallow the only dose of that specialized medicine. "A mere food delivery guy, and you dare dress so indecently? Today, I'll show you exactly what happens to a homewrecker." Then, with a smug grin, he turned to claim credit with my wife. "Ms. Milstein, I took care of that food delivery

The pleasure that she knows only Rome could give. She's been with many men before, but they never gave her the sky-high pleasure she wanted to experience. Her back arched when Rome suddenly sucked one of her nipples. She tugged at his hair as he licked, flicked, and bit her nipple. He made turns sucking her breasts. Then she felt his fingers on her pussy again, tracing her slit. His every caress on her pussy was rough. And every time he would touch her clit, the way he caressed her womanhood would intensify, making her feel weak. Until Rome completely ripped off her panty, and without warning, he inserted his middle finger into her soaking-wet femininity.

His focus was so profound that he failed to notice my approach. A devious smile played across my lips as I stealthily crept up behind him. The room was filled with the soft glow of the setting sun, casting warm hues across our cozy sanctuary. I drew in a silent breath, my fingers tingling with anticipation. I pounced. With lightning speed, my hands found their mark, mercilessly tickling Kai's exposed sides. His initial shock was followed by unrestrained laughter that filled the air, dancing like music notes around the room. His book fell to the floor, forgotten amidst the chaos of our impromptu tickle war.

BEFORE YOU READ You have ten seconds to run. Tropes: Forced proximity, size difference, breeding kink, and primal chase play. This story features a fugitive criminal fueled by adrenaline and testosterone invading your safe space. Expect dirty talk, roughness, and intense possessiveness. (***) Belle I never should have opened the door to fear. Or maybe, deep down, I was always waiting for it.

Ten of 'em. " You know, Umberto," I said quietly. " In the future, there'd be a show called Game of thrones." Umberto's voice was weak and shaky. " Huh?" I continued. " While Game of Thrones is nothing but a fictional show, one scene I can perfectly remember is straight out of a historical medieval dungeon. Several forms of rat torture have existed throughout history, but they all involve two things: the human body and a rat’s astonishing ability to chew through almost anything. A popular method of rat torture entailed placing a rat-filled bucket or container over a victim’s stomach, chest, or genitals. As the container was heated up, the rat would chew through its only available escape rout

She still said nothing, so I stopped the kisses, turning her and laying her on my bed, I tickled her non-stop, to Angela, tickling was no different from murder. “Robin! stop—- stop!, I'll fucking kill you” she threathened amidst laughter, but I didn’t stop, I commended her skills to let this last for about 2 minutes with little breaks before she said “Okay, I’ll talk jeez” “You're immune to torture babe” I commented “Is that why you’re trying to kill me?” “I will if you don’t start talking” I threatened

I was forced to feel pain and watch the cause of the pain without being able to do anything about it. The thing continued till it was half way deep in left foot and then it looked up at my face. "Youu telll yourrr dadd thattt Lucifff didd nothiiinngg." It said slowly, dragging each word. What? Did lucky send this thing to torture me? That boy... Who... What is he? The thing sunk its claw deeper into my left foot. I shouted without my words making it out of my mouth. I didn't even know which was worse.

“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.”