Deathblackshade
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This is just a small glimpse of torture that hunters can apply to their prey. This is called the "Harsh Sick Game"
I am planning to revise the first two entries that I posted on here, but that will be a while.
If you do not want to read graphic and very criminal like actions (like rape), I advise readers to read at their own risk. I literally am making this a very 'sick game' with tickling of course P:
Warning, the following entry:
Forced Sex
Blood and Gore
Killing
Strong Language
Disturbing Scene (?)
Well, enjoy
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Event #231
Six arm armored units were torturing some prisoners of theirs. These units were a mix of males and females. With six hands, they had their prey in their grasps. Their ticklee prisoners were boys and girls alike. One dark male has his arms and legs locked into the ground. The devious armored units somehow trapped his arms under the ground. His legs and arms were underground, but his body upper body and his cock are completely naked. One of the female units really loved to use all eight (note: she is also using her own hands) to torment the poor twenty-seven year old male. The female leans over her prey as her eight hands travels all over his body. Four of them were tormenting his mid-section. Hands were squeezing, stroking, probing, and scratching his sides and stomach. This male has a muscular body, tears streaming down his face though along with sweat. His cheeks burn brightly with red color, although he has been tormented for a good thirty minutes. The female tickler is drooling at how she was touching his body. She has her real hands tickling his very sensitive armpits. Her armored six hands were tormenting the rest of his body. She had taken the liberty to use her sharp nails against his hairless armpits. She just claws right at the center of those pits over and over again, repeating the maddening pattern of up and down motion. The male’s cock was in a whole different world. You can see cum around his dick, but the female was tormenting his dick with no end. She has made her two armored hands down there reveal feathers at the very tip of her hands. Imagine ten small feathers moving all around one’s dick, moving unexpectedly, viciously, and hastily. What would be worse, her hand would then grip the long erect manhood and give a hand job while enforcing the tickling to his upper body and dick still.
This male was not the only victim to such mad tickles. These armored units were known for their notorious multiple hands. Two victims were stretched out by four of these armored units. The stretched victims are one female and one male. The dark female is a tad fat on her sides as the male was some slim white male. They were naked and tickled, nonetheless, but much more ruthlessly. Two armored units would hold their prey at their wrist and ankle as their other arms would torment all over their upper and lower body except the feet. That is at least 12 hands tickling all over them. The female was laughing hysterically. The armored units decided to use feathers on her body, since the female was laughing much more violently compared to their hands. One could see sixty feathered fingers dusting all over the girl’s thighs, stomach, knee, bellybutton, breasts, and armpits… Oh wait, don’t forget her pussy. These strokes were agile and swift. They did not stroke in the same area, moving up and down and tormenting every inch of skin. The units were laughing at this, loving the fact that this woman was already crazed by this, screaming at the top of her already tired lungs. Her breasts certainly showed she likes this though, her nipples erect. The guards also torment her poor womanhood, shoving a feather through her lips to toss the girl into an orgasm or some sort of release.
The slim male has it worse as well, although his tickles seem to be tormenting his dick and his nipples only. Even if the male has such open areas to torment, like his armpits or stomach, his female tormentors decide to toss their prey into a mess. They did not care about the rest of his body except his nipples and his dick, for some odd reason. The male tormentors beside them wanted to ask them ‘why those spots only’, but they knew not to. It’ll lead to a conflict that might become a mess between ‘comrades.’ The male was certainly attractive, could not blame the girls for getting his genitals. However, thirty feathers on his manhood and thirty on his breasts?! That’s a bit too much… Obviously, the poor tickle has cum so many times; they could make a bottle out of it or something. Now, their feet were not ignored. Two more ticklers were in front of their soles. The female is a size 6 as the male is a size 11. Twitching their upper bodies violently, their feet could not move an inch. Their ticklers at their feet have secured their toes by pulling them back with two of their armored hands. Another pair of hands grasps their ankle and a bit of their heel so they would not move side to side. Twenty fingers now roam their helpless soles, but they did not have feathers, something much worse. These ticklers have drills like an electric flosser but bigger. Their drills would stab into their arches and roam all around their sole. They could not get the toes, sadly, but they were happy with the fact they could drill their smooth/rough heels. They love to watch their feet squirm lightly, unable to escape their tickles.
Nearby, behind another wall, are three more armored units, but they were tickling and fucking this twenty-nine year old female. She had the attire of some sort of secretary, but the units could care less about what her profession is or was. They were having so much fun with her. The twenty-nine year old is held in a spread eagle position in mid-air. A female unit held her arms out as her six hands tickle her underarms, but groped and fondled her breast. The secretary woman was moaning violently and loudly, loving this as she could feel one of the armor soldiers thrust his dick into her pussy, his hands, however, tickling behind her knees. His other hands decide to feather her thighs to make this experience much more electrifying. The last unit was lying right below the secretary, his hands feathering her entire back, ass, and butt cheeks. She was begging for more, her laughter and moans saying, “TICKLE FUCKHOAAHAHA MEEEMEHHEHE OAHOHAHHOHHHHHHM MA AHAHAHAH!” The units were happy to continue on.
Beside that group, two females were pleasing their Asian prisoner who seems to be some sort of politician at the age of thirty-two, although they stripped him down. He was standing upright, forced to stand and endure such pleasure, laughing behind his black frame glasses. The girl behind him held his arms high above his head to dig twenty fingers into his armpits, sending him into a roll of laughter, but his laughs were mixed in with loud moans. The unit in front of him has taken off her helmet to start sucking on his cock. She would stop, feeling his cock ready to fire, to just wait for him to calm down. This male prisoner has not cum for a long while, begging the girls to make him cum. Even the tickling feeling was stopped, one index finger would stroke his armpits as he begs violently, crying for them to just let him release. His female torturers, on the other hand, denied him of it, continuing their process that only made this man go crazy. The girl in front of him knew how to tease his cock and make it go to the limit. Stroking it, giving it a hand job for a bit, licking it for a bit, sucking for a while… She just teased his cock to no end, tickling it time to time. His legs would collapse onto the floor, but the girl behind him denied him to do that though.
Behind the wall close to that group, there was no laughter. The girl who was being tormented was able to kill off her ticklers. She was not stripped of her clothing, but her clothes are ripped. She was able to pull out one of their swords and slash it through one of the armored unit’s head. She quickly used that sword and stabbed the other unit in the gut with it, but he did not fall down easily. He was able to get his six armored hands to grab and toss the girl across the air. He had pulled the sword out to kill the dark twenty year old female that resisted the torment, but he was silenced by one of the escaped prisoners. While those two males were taking their time, this nineteen year old male was able to slip through his bindings and pull the pistol from the distracted soldier. This male aimed and shot the soldier in the head. These two are lucky. They can hear the noises from the other side of the wall, shaking in utmost fear. They whisper to one another, escaping together into the labyrinth. They did not shake from the fear of getting caught; they were scared at the dead bodies that were in their sight. Three naked bodies lie on the ground. They were killed by these hunters’ strict foreplay. A female soldier entered the area. She quickly pushed a button on her helmet, alerting her allies about the escaped prisoners. She utters their names, walking towards her dead allies. She stripped them of their armor and throws their bodies with their dead captives.
This game does not end. There is no safety. There is no rest. There is only torment and hell in this game.
I am planning to revise the first two entries that I posted on here, but that will be a while.
If you do not want to read graphic and very criminal like actions (like rape), I advise readers to read at their own risk. I literally am making this a very 'sick game' with tickling of course P:
Warning, the following entry:
Forced Sex
Blood and Gore
Killing
Strong Language
Disturbing Scene (?)
Well, enjoy
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Event #231
Six arm armored units were torturing some prisoners of theirs. These units were a mix of males and females. With six hands, they had their prey in their grasps. Their ticklee prisoners were boys and girls alike. One dark male has his arms and legs locked into the ground. The devious armored units somehow trapped his arms under the ground. His legs and arms were underground, but his body upper body and his cock are completely naked. One of the female units really loved to use all eight (note: she is also using her own hands) to torment the poor twenty-seven year old male. The female leans over her prey as her eight hands travels all over his body. Four of them were tormenting his mid-section. Hands were squeezing, stroking, probing, and scratching his sides and stomach. This male has a muscular body, tears streaming down his face though along with sweat. His cheeks burn brightly with red color, although he has been tormented for a good thirty minutes. The female tickler is drooling at how she was touching his body. She has her real hands tickling his very sensitive armpits. Her armored six hands were tormenting the rest of his body. She had taken the liberty to use her sharp nails against his hairless armpits. She just claws right at the center of those pits over and over again, repeating the maddening pattern of up and down motion. The male’s cock was in a whole different world. You can see cum around his dick, but the female was tormenting his dick with no end. She has made her two armored hands down there reveal feathers at the very tip of her hands. Imagine ten small feathers moving all around one’s dick, moving unexpectedly, viciously, and hastily. What would be worse, her hand would then grip the long erect manhood and give a hand job while enforcing the tickling to his upper body and dick still.
This male was not the only victim to such mad tickles. These armored units were known for their notorious multiple hands. Two victims were stretched out by four of these armored units. The stretched victims are one female and one male. The dark female is a tad fat on her sides as the male was some slim white male. They were naked and tickled, nonetheless, but much more ruthlessly. Two armored units would hold their prey at their wrist and ankle as their other arms would torment all over their upper and lower body except the feet. That is at least 12 hands tickling all over them. The female was laughing hysterically. The armored units decided to use feathers on her body, since the female was laughing much more violently compared to their hands. One could see sixty feathered fingers dusting all over the girl’s thighs, stomach, knee, bellybutton, breasts, and armpits… Oh wait, don’t forget her pussy. These strokes were agile and swift. They did not stroke in the same area, moving up and down and tormenting every inch of skin. The units were laughing at this, loving the fact that this woman was already crazed by this, screaming at the top of her already tired lungs. Her breasts certainly showed she likes this though, her nipples erect. The guards also torment her poor womanhood, shoving a feather through her lips to toss the girl into an orgasm or some sort of release.
The slim male has it worse as well, although his tickles seem to be tormenting his dick and his nipples only. Even if the male has such open areas to torment, like his armpits or stomach, his female tormentors decide to toss their prey into a mess. They did not care about the rest of his body except his nipples and his dick, for some odd reason. The male tormentors beside them wanted to ask them ‘why those spots only’, but they knew not to. It’ll lead to a conflict that might become a mess between ‘comrades.’ The male was certainly attractive, could not blame the girls for getting his genitals. However, thirty feathers on his manhood and thirty on his breasts?! That’s a bit too much… Obviously, the poor tickle has cum so many times; they could make a bottle out of it or something. Now, their feet were not ignored. Two more ticklers were in front of their soles. The female is a size 6 as the male is a size 11. Twitching their upper bodies violently, their feet could not move an inch. Their ticklers at their feet have secured their toes by pulling them back with two of their armored hands. Another pair of hands grasps their ankle and a bit of their heel so they would not move side to side. Twenty fingers now roam their helpless soles, but they did not have feathers, something much worse. These ticklers have drills like an electric flosser but bigger. Their drills would stab into their arches and roam all around their sole. They could not get the toes, sadly, but they were happy with the fact they could drill their smooth/rough heels. They love to watch their feet squirm lightly, unable to escape their tickles.
Nearby, behind another wall, are three more armored units, but they were tickling and fucking this twenty-nine year old female. She had the attire of some sort of secretary, but the units could care less about what her profession is or was. They were having so much fun with her. The twenty-nine year old is held in a spread eagle position in mid-air. A female unit held her arms out as her six hands tickle her underarms, but groped and fondled her breast. The secretary woman was moaning violently and loudly, loving this as she could feel one of the armor soldiers thrust his dick into her pussy, his hands, however, tickling behind her knees. His other hands decide to feather her thighs to make this experience much more electrifying. The last unit was lying right below the secretary, his hands feathering her entire back, ass, and butt cheeks. She was begging for more, her laughter and moans saying, “TICKLE FUCKHOAAHAHA MEEEMEHHEHE OAHOHAHHOHHHHHHM MA AHAHAHAH!” The units were happy to continue on.
Beside that group, two females were pleasing their Asian prisoner who seems to be some sort of politician at the age of thirty-two, although they stripped him down. He was standing upright, forced to stand and endure such pleasure, laughing behind his black frame glasses. The girl behind him held his arms high above his head to dig twenty fingers into his armpits, sending him into a roll of laughter, but his laughs were mixed in with loud moans. The unit in front of him has taken off her helmet to start sucking on his cock. She would stop, feeling his cock ready to fire, to just wait for him to calm down. This male prisoner has not cum for a long while, begging the girls to make him cum. Even the tickling feeling was stopped, one index finger would stroke his armpits as he begs violently, crying for them to just let him release. His female torturers, on the other hand, denied him of it, continuing their process that only made this man go crazy. The girl in front of him knew how to tease his cock and make it go to the limit. Stroking it, giving it a hand job for a bit, licking it for a bit, sucking for a while… She just teased his cock to no end, tickling it time to time. His legs would collapse onto the floor, but the girl behind him denied him to do that though.
Behind the wall close to that group, there was no laughter. The girl who was being tormented was able to kill off her ticklers. She was not stripped of her clothing, but her clothes are ripped. She was able to pull out one of their swords and slash it through one of the armored unit’s head. She quickly used that sword and stabbed the other unit in the gut with it, but he did not fall down easily. He was able to get his six armored hands to grab and toss the girl across the air. He had pulled the sword out to kill the dark twenty year old female that resisted the torment, but he was silenced by one of the escaped prisoners. While those two males were taking their time, this nineteen year old male was able to slip through his bindings and pull the pistol from the distracted soldier. This male aimed and shot the soldier in the head. These two are lucky. They can hear the noises from the other side of the wall, shaking in utmost fear. They whisper to one another, escaping together into the labyrinth. They did not shake from the fear of getting caught; they were scared at the dead bodies that were in their sight. Three naked bodies lie on the ground. They were killed by these hunters’ strict foreplay. A female soldier entered the area. She quickly pushed a button on her helmet, alerting her allies about the escaped prisoners. She utters their names, walking towards her dead allies. She stripped them of their armor and throws their bodies with their dead captives.
This game does not end. There is no safety. There is no rest. There is only torment and hell in this game.
