BlackJacker
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Note: Purely fictional. Not based on any personal true story or facts. I've never attempted to search tickling from the dark webs nor do I know what would be on there. If this is TOO dark, please let me know and I'll delete it.
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I was a unique kid growing up. I had social skills but rarely used them. In high school, I had a few friends but lost contact with them completely after graduation. College was never for me and I dropped out. Parents were pretty upset, but found out I was making money so they slowly forgave me. I made money by building computers, fixing computers, coding, and white hacking. After making enough money, I moved to Alabama. Didn't really know why that particular state, and didn't really have a plan besides continuing my computer career.
I created my own small shop. Charged a reasonable price and made good enough money to live. The lack of computer knowledge here (again, purely fictional. Sorry if I offend anyone) is pretty high so I had enough work. I had many customers come in because of a virus problem or they've been hacked. Most of the time, it would be because they didn't have any firewall and illegally stream stuff. And of course, porn. You all know the Stereotypes for people that live in Alabama? Well, stereotypes happen for a reason. The things they watch or look up? Ugh.
Of course, I don't tell customers that I know they're watching porn or illegally streaming. I simply tell them that they need to install a firewall. They can get it for free or they can get it for a very cheap price.
I have customers from all ages and sexes. It used to be amusing to see what websites they have been on, but now I'm completely Immune to whatever I see...Well, so I thought I was.
There have been a few kids that have come in for me to fix their computer. I was shocked to see that kids at such a young age would try to visit the dark webs. I mean, I've been doing it since I was young as well, but I was a computer genius and knew how to cover my tracks. These kids didn't. I wouldn't yell at them, but I would scowl them.
"Kid, this stuff you're doing is dangerous and NOT worth it. What you'll see there will scar you for life. Believe me."
Of course, most kids would say okay, but would continue anyway. Knowing this, I would just tell them to watch other youtubers do it. Bad idea? Maybe. But curious kids won't stop until their curiosity is gone.
So where does the tickling come in? How does it relate me and/or the dark webs?
Well, I always had a tickling/foot fetish growing up. But I dare not touch anyone, only watched. I've watched some tickling videos online, but that's about it. I have looked up tickling in the dark webs. It's not a common thing but it's there if you look hard enough. You can find them mostly through the "Escorts" section where a "seller" can find a girl suitable for your taste. There was one time when I actually contacted one of them and asked for someone who was ticklish. The seller easily gave me a couple of pictures and told me to pick one. But the two things stopping me were the looks of the females in the pictures, their eyes pleading for help. And another was my other half. I am very lucky that I only have one foot into the darkness and not both of them. The half of me not in the darkness told me that this was wrong, so I didn't make the deal. I had no idea why I would attempt to do that since there are probably girls out there who are actually willing to be tickled for money.
That's my personal experience on tickling in the dark webs. But here's another experience from a different perspective. One day, a customer,let's call her Mary, walked into my store. She was a beautiful "cowgirl". Blond, curly hair. Pretty face, good body. She asked me to fix her laptop and had no clue what was wrong with it. She told me there were times when the mouse moved by itself or sometimes the laptop webcam light would turn on. I tell her that she got hacked and I would find the root of this problem.
I looked through her history and something caught my attention. One of the websites was a dark web website, the same one I went to to look for a ticklish girl. Before saying anything about this, I asked her if there was anything on her laptop that she wanted to save. She said no so I started the process of clearing everything from her laptop including all the things the hacker placed on her laptop. I told her that this process can take a while and she should wait. She sat down on the chair in front of my desk and I proceeded to ask questions.
"You do know that you got hacked because you went to a dark web website without any sort of protection, right?"
"The what?"
I explained to her what it was. She was shocked. I asked her how she managed to find this website. She told me that she was a fetish model with no agency and took basically any job that came her way. She also worked at a stripclub where one night, when her shift was done, a man approached her and gave her a card, saying she should visit the website if she wanted extra money. The card had simple instructions that told her to go to the website and to check the "personal" website where she can choose to accept a service/job offer or create one.
"I may be stupid, but I'm not THAT stupid to accept something super dangerous."
Sure, lady.
I carefully dig a little deeper to know what she has done.
"Well, I have done foot services before. It isn't too bad since you don't need to do too much work. I've also done some tickling shoots for some new producers...but for whatever reason, I can't find them online anywhere. I mean, there were cameras and lights and everything."
That caught my attention.
"Soooo...Have you accepted any of these tickling offers from the dark webs?"
"Oh yes, I have. Once. It was pretty intense."
"Any chance you can tell me what happened? I mean, I think once you're done, your laptop will be fixed."
She shrugged.
"Sure."
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Mary is a very adventurous and open minded girl. She has tried many things in her life. She talks to people no matter what their age is. She never heard of the dark web before and had no clue about the dangers of it. She met Bill and chatted with him. Bill had a tickle fetish and was willing to pay to tie up and tickle someone. Mary was very ticklish, didn't exactly like it, but a job is a job and she accepted it. They planned to meet at his house the next day, which is pretty dumb in my opinion.
Mary showed up to the address and was greeted by Bill. Bill was an old man with long grey hair and a long beard with glasses. He smiled, for the first minute of meeting Mary, but quickly went down to business and asked her about her ticklish spots. Mary happily told him all about herself and her tickling history, how she would end peeing her pants from being tickled too long and begging for mercy.
Bill's home was pretty rusty and creepy, but Mary just focused on the job ahead and being paid, not even worried about what Bill can do to her. She striped naked and laid on the bed where she got tied down and blindfolded. The tickling began with Bill tickling her armpits. Mary screeched loudly followed by laughs. Then came the ribcage and her sides. It was only 5 minutes to the 2 hours that was agreed upon, and Mary already began sweating. The tickling on her upperbody continued for another 5 minutes in which Bill stayed silent and Mary continued laughing. To Mary, tickling was tickling, nothing sexual. But then, Mary felt Bill shift his body as she felt his weight on her. The tickling continued again, but this time, Bill began verbally teasing Mary, telling her that she can't escape as well as other things along those lines. 20 minutes passed when Mary finally got a break from the tickling, but the verbal teasing continued.
"Do you like an old man tickling you?" Asked Bill as he lightly tickled Mary's armpit with one finger. Mary giggled and squirmed and thought nothing of it so she didn't reply. But Bill kept talking, consistently mentioning that he's an older man and how Mary couldn't escape, asking her if she was enjoying this. Bill kept lightly tickling her with one finger that kept Mary squirming and giggling, but enough where Mary can think.
"Wait, this is kinda hot." She thought to herself. She smiled at the thought.
"So you do like it, huh?" Bill said, now tickling her nipples.
With that, Bill used hand tickling her nipples while using the other hand and continued tickling other parts of her upperbody. But it started to become a bit more sensual as Bill, while still tickling her, started lightly kissing parts of her body, but Mary was too focused on the tickling. It took a bit but Mary was finally screaming at Bill to stop, but he wouldn't. She begged and begged to no avail. It wasn't until the 45 minute mark when Bill finally stopped.
"Please let me go, I want to stop."
But Bill stayed Silent.
"Please! I'll do anything!"
Again, nothing. Mary felt Bill get off the Bed and hear him close the bedroom door. 15 minutes later, she heard the door open again. And once again, she started pleading.
Suddenly, she felt tickling on her feet, her worst spot. Mary jolted up and pulled on her restraints the hardest she can but with little effect. She screamed, twisting and turning her body. As she twisted her body with her side facing the ceiling, she felt another pair of hands squeezing it. She immediately screamed again and twisted to the other side where another pair of hands grabbed her. Then she felt someone climbing on top her. The person's weight made Mary not able to twist as far as before and now felt hands on her feet, sides, and armpits. There were 4 people in total tickling her. Despite her being super ticklish, Mary now felt a sense of fear. There wasn't a smile on her face anymore. She pissed her pants and continued screaming until it turned into tired laughter, then grunts. Bill and the other 3 people tortured her for who knows how long. She passed out and when she awoken, she found herself in a motel with an envelope that had money in it, even more then what they agreed to.
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I looked at my pants. Shoot, too much imagery in my head.
"Jeez, I'm so sorry that happened to you."
Mary looked at me in confusion.
"Why?"
Now I looked at her in confusion.
"Uhhhhh...he did things to you that you didn't agree to which is bad."
She still looked confused.
"But I got paid."
Oh boy.
I looked at her laptop. Almost done. I rested my head on both my hands. Then looked at her. One thing I didn't noticed when she came in was that she was barefoot. Her toes were painted red and there were no veins popping out on the top of her feet. I usually have some self control, but after listening to her experience and seeing her toes, I just had to ask.
"So the tickling...How do you feel about another session?"
"If I get paid, sure!"
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I was a unique kid growing up. I had social skills but rarely used them. In high school, I had a few friends but lost contact with them completely after graduation. College was never for me and I dropped out. Parents were pretty upset, but found out I was making money so they slowly forgave me. I made money by building computers, fixing computers, coding, and white hacking. After making enough money, I moved to Alabama. Didn't really know why that particular state, and didn't really have a plan besides continuing my computer career.
I created my own small shop. Charged a reasonable price and made good enough money to live. The lack of computer knowledge here (again, purely fictional. Sorry if I offend anyone) is pretty high so I had enough work. I had many customers come in because of a virus problem or they've been hacked. Most of the time, it would be because they didn't have any firewall and illegally stream stuff. And of course, porn. You all know the Stereotypes for people that live in Alabama? Well, stereotypes happen for a reason. The things they watch or look up? Ugh.
Of course, I don't tell customers that I know they're watching porn or illegally streaming. I simply tell them that they need to install a firewall. They can get it for free or they can get it for a very cheap price.
I have customers from all ages and sexes. It used to be amusing to see what websites they have been on, but now I'm completely Immune to whatever I see...Well, so I thought I was.
There have been a few kids that have come in for me to fix their computer. I was shocked to see that kids at such a young age would try to visit the dark webs. I mean, I've been doing it since I was young as well, but I was a computer genius and knew how to cover my tracks. These kids didn't. I wouldn't yell at them, but I would scowl them.
"Kid, this stuff you're doing is dangerous and NOT worth it. What you'll see there will scar you for life. Believe me."
Of course, most kids would say okay, but would continue anyway. Knowing this, I would just tell them to watch other youtubers do it. Bad idea? Maybe. But curious kids won't stop until their curiosity is gone.
So where does the tickling come in? How does it relate me and/or the dark webs?
Well, I always had a tickling/foot fetish growing up. But I dare not touch anyone, only watched. I've watched some tickling videos online, but that's about it. I have looked up tickling in the dark webs. It's not a common thing but it's there if you look hard enough. You can find them mostly through the "Escorts" section where a "seller" can find a girl suitable for your taste. There was one time when I actually contacted one of them and asked for someone who was ticklish. The seller easily gave me a couple of pictures and told me to pick one. But the two things stopping me were the looks of the females in the pictures, their eyes pleading for help. And another was my other half. I am very lucky that I only have one foot into the darkness and not both of them. The half of me not in the darkness told me that this was wrong, so I didn't make the deal. I had no idea why I would attempt to do that since there are probably girls out there who are actually willing to be tickled for money.
That's my personal experience on tickling in the dark webs. But here's another experience from a different perspective. One day, a customer,let's call her Mary, walked into my store. She was a beautiful "cowgirl". Blond, curly hair. Pretty face, good body. She asked me to fix her laptop and had no clue what was wrong with it. She told me there were times when the mouse moved by itself or sometimes the laptop webcam light would turn on. I tell her that she got hacked and I would find the root of this problem.
I looked through her history and something caught my attention. One of the websites was a dark web website, the same one I went to to look for a ticklish girl. Before saying anything about this, I asked her if there was anything on her laptop that she wanted to save. She said no so I started the process of clearing everything from her laptop including all the things the hacker placed on her laptop. I told her that this process can take a while and she should wait. She sat down on the chair in front of my desk and I proceeded to ask questions.
"You do know that you got hacked because you went to a dark web website without any sort of protection, right?"
"The what?"
I explained to her what it was. She was shocked. I asked her how she managed to find this website. She told me that she was a fetish model with no agency and took basically any job that came her way. She also worked at a stripclub where one night, when her shift was done, a man approached her and gave her a card, saying she should visit the website if she wanted extra money. The card had simple instructions that told her to go to the website and to check the "personal" website where she can choose to accept a service/job offer or create one.
"I may be stupid, but I'm not THAT stupid to accept something super dangerous."
Sure, lady.
I carefully dig a little deeper to know what she has done.
"Well, I have done foot services before. It isn't too bad since you don't need to do too much work. I've also done some tickling shoots for some new producers...but for whatever reason, I can't find them online anywhere. I mean, there were cameras and lights and everything."
That caught my attention.
"Soooo...Have you accepted any of these tickling offers from the dark webs?"
"Oh yes, I have. Once. It was pretty intense."
"Any chance you can tell me what happened? I mean, I think once you're done, your laptop will be fixed."
She shrugged.
"Sure."
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Mary is a very adventurous and open minded girl. She has tried many things in her life. She talks to people no matter what their age is. She never heard of the dark web before and had no clue about the dangers of it. She met Bill and chatted with him. Bill had a tickle fetish and was willing to pay to tie up and tickle someone. Mary was very ticklish, didn't exactly like it, but a job is a job and she accepted it. They planned to meet at his house the next day, which is pretty dumb in my opinion.
Mary showed up to the address and was greeted by Bill. Bill was an old man with long grey hair and a long beard with glasses. He smiled, for the first minute of meeting Mary, but quickly went down to business and asked her about her ticklish spots. Mary happily told him all about herself and her tickling history, how she would end peeing her pants from being tickled too long and begging for mercy.
Bill's home was pretty rusty and creepy, but Mary just focused on the job ahead and being paid, not even worried about what Bill can do to her. She striped naked and laid on the bed where she got tied down and blindfolded. The tickling began with Bill tickling her armpits. Mary screeched loudly followed by laughs. Then came the ribcage and her sides. It was only 5 minutes to the 2 hours that was agreed upon, and Mary already began sweating. The tickling on her upperbody continued for another 5 minutes in which Bill stayed silent and Mary continued laughing. To Mary, tickling was tickling, nothing sexual. But then, Mary felt Bill shift his body as she felt his weight on her. The tickling continued again, but this time, Bill began verbally teasing Mary, telling her that she can't escape as well as other things along those lines. 20 minutes passed when Mary finally got a break from the tickling, but the verbal teasing continued.
"Do you like an old man tickling you?" Asked Bill as he lightly tickled Mary's armpit with one finger. Mary giggled and squirmed and thought nothing of it so she didn't reply. But Bill kept talking, consistently mentioning that he's an older man and how Mary couldn't escape, asking her if she was enjoying this. Bill kept lightly tickling her with one finger that kept Mary squirming and giggling, but enough where Mary can think.
"Wait, this is kinda hot." She thought to herself. She smiled at the thought.
"So you do like it, huh?" Bill said, now tickling her nipples.
With that, Bill used hand tickling her nipples while using the other hand and continued tickling other parts of her upperbody. But it started to become a bit more sensual as Bill, while still tickling her, started lightly kissing parts of her body, but Mary was too focused on the tickling. It took a bit but Mary was finally screaming at Bill to stop, but he wouldn't. She begged and begged to no avail. It wasn't until the 45 minute mark when Bill finally stopped.
"Please let me go, I want to stop."
But Bill stayed Silent.
"Please! I'll do anything!"
Again, nothing. Mary felt Bill get off the Bed and hear him close the bedroom door. 15 minutes later, she heard the door open again. And once again, she started pleading.
Suddenly, she felt tickling on her feet, her worst spot. Mary jolted up and pulled on her restraints the hardest she can but with little effect. She screamed, twisting and turning her body. As she twisted her body with her side facing the ceiling, she felt another pair of hands squeezing it. She immediately screamed again and twisted to the other side where another pair of hands grabbed her. Then she felt someone climbing on top her. The person's weight made Mary not able to twist as far as before and now felt hands on her feet, sides, and armpits. There were 4 people in total tickling her. Despite her being super ticklish, Mary now felt a sense of fear. There wasn't a smile on her face anymore. She pissed her pants and continued screaming until it turned into tired laughter, then grunts. Bill and the other 3 people tortured her for who knows how long. She passed out and when she awoken, she found herself in a motel with an envelope that had money in it, even more then what they agreed to.
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I looked at my pants. Shoot, too much imagery in my head.
"Jeez, I'm so sorry that happened to you."
Mary looked at me in confusion.
"Why?"
Now I looked at her in confusion.
"Uhhhhh...he did things to you that you didn't agree to which is bad."
She still looked confused.
"But I got paid."
Oh boy.
I looked at her laptop. Almost done. I rested my head on both my hands. Then looked at her. One thing I didn't noticed when she came in was that she was barefoot. Her toes were painted red and there were no veins popping out on the top of her feet. I usually have some self control, but after listening to her experience and seeing her toes, I just had to ask.
"So the tickling...How do you feel about another session?"
"If I get paid, sure!"
