Tickle Torture Stories Novels & Stories

My head dropped. I tapped the button on the wall, increasing the water temperature, bracing my hand against it as the cold water trickled down my body. I wished I could dive in ice instead. Maybe then it would dissolve the heat in my body. The fact that she wanted it so desperately messed up with my senses. Hell, I wanted her desperately. But I also had a family custom to follow as the first child. Fucking family custom! I punched the wall, hard, pain searing my knuckles. I wished I could resurrect my ancestors just so I could unlived them for this painful torture. My lips were trembling as the cold began to settle on my core.

“I know exactly what’s on your mind. You want to hurry up and wash yourself down here, am I right?” He suddenly bent her forward over the tub’s edge, her hands clutching the wooden rim of the tub for support as he added, “It’s because you’re scared of getting pregnant with my kid.” he taunted, shoving three thick fingers deep into her still-sensitive cunt, stretching her open. Nelly’s face twisted in discomfort and unwanted sensation. “If you already know that, then please, just let me do it!” He withdrew his fingers abruptly, causing her to gasp sharply as he used them to pry apart her swollen pussy lips, allowing thick globs of his sticky semen to ooze out into his other hand.

Anna kept letting out soft moans trying to be as quiet as she could. He slid up his hands from her clit as they started to explode her sides. Teasing her as he made his way to her breasts. He twisted her nipples but this time it was harder. Anna moaned at the painful pleasure she started to feel. He turned her over and started to kiss her as their bodies pressed harder against each other. He grabbed her thigh and started kissing her when she noticed a light flicker on.

“Hands on the rail. Ass out.” She obeyed instantly, palms gripping the top board, back arched. Rowan kicked her feet wider, then dropped to one knee behind her. He spread her open with both hands—thumbs pulling her apart—and licked a long, slow stripe from clit to entrance. Lila moaned loud enough that it echoed off the barn wall. He did it again, tongue flat and broad, then pointed, flicking her clit in quick, cruel strokes before plunging inside her.

They were the real definition of mean. Today, they’d taken turns dunking my glitter-colored scrapbook and fluffy unicorn into a bucket full of water while I was tied up to my table-for-four party plastic chair with a cloth gag over my mouth, sniffling and whimpering in vain. Another one of their special torture techniques they’d cooked up in their young adult minds.

I shouted. " To torture, you till your death." "Torture me till my death? " I laughed "Why don't you kill me immediately than torturing me?" I asked. He smirked and replied " kill you? How can I kill my baby with my hands." He continued " But torture you slowly and make you hate yourself. " " First I will enjoy my first night" He grinned. He tore my lingerie harshly in a snap and stared at my body and whispered in my ears " you are so beautiful, baby. under me." his finger slowly reached my vagina.

They look at me for my approval and with a small nod of my head, they open the jars and pour the deadly tarantulas and scorpions in the celler. "Fuck! Are you really going to torture him with these beasts?" Roch gasps. "Didn't you like it, sister because I am the one to innovate this new idea and I'll leave no chance to propagate this extreme level of torture." Brandon grins whereas Benjamin lay there unmoved and the creatures begin to crawl all over his body. "He'll die soon?" I hear Anna murmur, her eyes glued on the slow process of an excruciatingly painful death.

I whispered when I couldn't take it anymore. The torture was too much. He pulled away, looking into my eyes, a devilish smirk appeared on his face, making my heart tickle for some reason. He brushed his knuckles against my jawline, forcing me to arch my back. He didn't waste his time. One of his hands slipped under my dress, making me tremble. “Please, what? Do you want something from your husband, Tinkerbell?” He whispered seductively in my ear and pushed his hand further up.

Torture. The chat room was going wild. "Torture him," "Make him scream," "I want to see him cry." The poll closed. Torture had won. "Well, Kitten," Daddy growled, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "It looks like your fans want to see you wrecked. Let's not disappoint them." He activated the plug. The sensation was incredible. It was a deep, powerful vibration that sent a shockwave of pleasure through my entire body. I cried out, my back arching, my hips bucking involuntarily.

If I shifted even an inch the leather crop snapped across my thighs until tears ran down my face and I learned to hold perfectly still. Nights were when he truly played. He unlocked the tall black cabinet in the playroom and introduced me to every toy inside, one by one, week by week. Glass plugs that grew thicker and heavier each time, stretching me until I whimpered around the ball gag he loved to use. Nipple clamps with delicate silver chains that he tugged sharply while he fucked me from behind over the bench, each pull sending lightning straight to my clit. A violet wand that crackled purple arcs across my skin until I screamed and begged in the same breath, body arching off the bed whi