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Warning!! This story contains the following drugs:
sTRICT Bondage
Forced nudity
strong sexual content
heavy tickling torture
violence
and...
Hot sauce.
You have been warned! You must be at least 18 to read this, and at least 52 to print it out for personal enjoyment! Drop me a line and let me know what you thought of this episode everyone...
It was Friday night, and the highways of Hell were overflowing with hideous creatures and fowl tempered demons. Thousands of fast paced roadsters, hotrods, and the occasional minivan ripped the asphalt a new one as their drivers held speeds at no less then three hundred miles an hour. In the background, the glow of an auburn sky slowing burning into eternity gave the only light to the otherwise completely darkened world. This was no place for humans. No, only the condemmened spirits of the evil ones among us now called this hellish home sweet home.
One group in particular had been cruising the avenues of dark world for at least five hours before they decided to finally call it quits and head home. Without their tattoos, you'd say that all five were identical in design. Each had leathery crimson colored skin, darkened hollows where the eyes should be, and horns that reached at least eight inches in height from their cracked skulls.
Both cigarettes and cigars hung loosely from their lower jaws as the night's deathly air increased the intensity of their burning tips. There were five in total, but you need only pay attention to the driver of the heavily modified 1950 Chevy. For he was the only one with eyes. He was wearing his leather jacket that had seen some tough times. It was made of pure human skin, and dyed his favorite color, pitch black. As for the car, we're talking coal black paint, simmering red racing lines, and pure human bone bumpers, fenders, door handles, and hubcaps. You could safety say that this car was truly evil right down to its core.
The driver was doing at least 400 hundred when he first saw the flickering red and black lights of the Ferris wheel's top. If it was at all possible to feel anything resembling joy in his darkened heart, that was his moment. The Human carnival was back in town, and from the looks of things better then ever before. The driver immediately spiked the wheel to the right and slid across the highway towards an exit.
Several cars along side them were forced into slamming on the brakes their car thoughtlessly made its way across six lanes of populated highway. One trucker loaded with hot irons and whipping rods wasn’t so lucky however, and was unable to pull it together. One slip of the brakes and he was slammed against a few other nearby cars. They were thrown into the air like matchbox toys and the truck took a nosedive into the road. It flipped twelve times before it burst into violent flames and sent the cargo into the air of the night. It rained whips and rods for at least thirty seconds. As this horrible scene unfolded, the five demon teamed NOW decided to hit the right turn signal as they nearly flipped another two vehicles off the road in order to make the exit.
One of them looked back and smiled as the ball of flames from the truck’s massive explosion gave him enough light to finish reading the Playboy he had started earlier.
The haunted Chevy slammed through the gates of the parking lot next to the Carnival and came to a dead stop no more then an inch and half from the skeleton in the ticket booth.
He simply shook his head in disgust and proceeded filing his knuckles.
The unruly gang of five had been to this carnival before, but they just couldn’t get enough. When the Human Carnival was in town, you’d drop just about anything in order to spend every second you could there. The four in the back knew not to move a muscle until the driver had exited the car. At the moment, he was simply staring into the parade of flickering lights that riddled the carnival, and enjoying the screams of the lovely human ladies inside. Only a dark and twisted being filled to the brim with evil could possibly enjoy a place so dreadful…
The front door swung open and he stepped out of the car. The butts of eight cigarettes hit the floor next to his feet as he headed for the entrance. The other four took this as their sign to get the hell out of the car and quickly follow their leader. The skeleton felt the presence of customers and quickly began fiddling with the register and the ticket spewing machine.
“How much?” The driver said in his low and vile tone.
The skeleton nodded to him as he glanced around the booth for his price guide. He wasn’t exactly what you’d call organized, and his customers weren’t exactly what you’d call patient. It wasn’t long before the driver was shoving his arms through the glass booth in order to strangle the skeleton.
“WAIT!! PLEASE!! I’M FRAGILE!!” He shouted as the driver shook him around like a doll.
“HOW MUCH!?!” His tone sounded angered and desperate now.
“ Uhh…let me ask you this, did you happen to bring any coupons?”
Several minutes later, the five member squad of sin was walking aimlessly into the carnival. As for the skeleton, he’d be collecting the figments and chunks of his ribs and legs for the rest of the evening.
The carnival consisted of dozens of little booths. A few rides and torture devices were there for the young ones, but the main attraction were the perverted games being played within those booths. Many involved naked female humans and some sort of intense pain, while others focused more on humiliation. Either way you’d slice it, the results were never any good for us humans.
This year, a new booth of torture had been introduced to the crazed customers of the dark carnival. The dark pink tent was located to from the left in the twelfth and final row of pleasure booths. There, two of the hottest female humans you’d ever see were being subjected to intense, tickling torture!!!
The five made their way through all the usual booths as they descended towards the tickle torture game. They watched as the bare asses of innocents were branded as demons hit their marks with balls and darts. The whipping of flesh was always fun, but the five of them had sort of been there and done that already. Their little black hearts craved something more this time. The driver was the first to hear the sounds of desperate and tortured giggles coming from a booth not too far away. Laughing? Happiness has no business being here! He demanded an answer to this unwelcome intrusion and immediately made his way towards that new booth. Several creatures were shoved out of his way as the eight cigarettes and one cigar smoking mad man followed the sounds.
He ripped back the opening to the booth on his immediate right and found two females tied in a position leveling them to all fours with their rear ends high up and positioned perfectly towards the paying customers. Behind the booth were two water cannons. The girls looked completely soaked and riddled with fear as the cruel patrons continued firing the heavy blasts of water directly into their asses. It was some sort of point game where the object was to fill the female’s stomach with water faster then your opponent. The driver was rather intrigued with this game and stayed a little longer to watch a few executioners take their turns. Then, those tortured, girly laughs returned and were now louder then ever. He immediately twisted his red skull to the left and listened intently for those sounds. It was coming from the booth next door…
Without a care in this hideous world, he pushed his way out of the water gun booth and into the source from which that laughter had come from. The four followers quickly arrived at his side as they took in the beauty of their newest discovery.
Being right in the very room in which the laughter was coming from gave them a new impression as to the meaning of the laughter. There wasn’t a sign of joy or happiness in this laughter at all. It seemed to have a much different vibe to it now. These females were being forced to laugh against their wills, and they sounded completely exhausted to boot. This brought a huge, toothy grin to the driver’s face as he confronted the woman behind the booth.
“Laughter in a place like this? Are you trying to get your throat ripped out?” He questioned the lovely lady in red behind the counter.
Her long black hair was tied tightly in a ponytail behind her pale yet beautiful face. She was completely nude save for a small black bowtie, and had dark lipstick covering her petite lips. Her missile like chest had to extend forward no less then a full d cup. Each step she performed offered the view of her jiggling boobs and the flexing muscles within her legs and butt.
She was stunning, and the boys were drooling over her. Sadly, I mean this literally.
As for the human females, a (MILF) mother and her HOT daughter that had been fooling around with black magic spells had accidentally opened a portal to another realm were kidnapped and sold to the traveling circus for a hefty fee. Their names were never mentioned, so they now went by the number appearing on the collar around each of their little necks.
They were both blonde, and had very appetizing figures to say the least.
“Laughter yes, but these sluts are anything but happy. Care to see why boys?” She smiled.
The naked bodies of each blonde had been somehow stuffed into glass jars that ran along and over each and every curve of their individual body. Every inch of their sweet and ticklish flesh was behind the glass of these body jars until you reached their necks. From there, a strap slid across each of their foreheads and made sure that they were no longer in control of anything. Huge, out-of-this-world ball gags were stuffed into their mouths, and their tongues were pulled through the center of the ball itself. They had been given the displeasure of not being blindfolded as to allow them to watch the number of horny and evil customers that would line up just to see them squirm…
“Humor us.” The driver said to the pleasure of his crew.
She had them follow her to the very center point between both of the female captives. She tapped her blood red fingertips against the side of the blonde to the right’s body jar.
“MMMmmmmmppoohhhh!!!!!” She moaned in displeasure.
“Watch closely now gentlemen..” She said, stepping back a little.
For a few seconds, nothing happened at all. The human just kept moaning and struggling as best she could without a visible reason for the sudden change in her behavior. The driver glanced around the body jar, and then back at the nearly naked woman.
“We’re waiting bitch..” He warned her sternly.
“Patience..” She said, knowing that pissing a young demon off could easily be the end of her.
Suddenly, the human’s moans turned to horrified laughs and grunts as something began swimming from behind the right sole of her foot. It was solid green and looked like an eel of some kind. That’s when the driver realized that the body jars were actually filled with water up to their necks. The eel slithered its way up the leg of the quivering and now completely hysterical human being as it went to that point where the glass had been tapped. As it swam upwards, the tickling effects against the female’s flesh were overpowering and impossible to ignore. She was in tears as the laughs poured from her aching stomach.
“ NO!!! NOT AGAIN!! Ahhae aeha aehaheaeha AHAHE EEEEEEEEEKKK!!! Ahehae ahhaea eahahaha ahahaha ahahhaa ahahaha no!! hae ahaae aeha no!!! NO!!! “
“Now imagine that jar filled with another dozen of those little monsters.” She whispered into the hole that served as his right ear.
“Enough said. I’m in.” he said, taking a second to crack his knuckles.
She smiled at his expected enthusiasm, and explained the rules.
“Behind the humans is a line of targets moving at speeds unrecognizable by human beings. Can you see them? “She asked the driver as she leaned over the counter.
After a few seconds or two of eye adjustments, the driver and leader of the five member sin squad did in fact see the three stuffed ducks zooming from right to left. He answered with a nod.
“Every target hit will deposit six of these slithery ticklers into EACH of these human’s body jars.”
He nodded his head silently.
“Get all three, and I’ll reward you with a very special prize.” She said, handing him three overly large and very cartoonish looking darts.
“You may begin young demon.” She said, lifting her naked ass to sit on the counter as serve as a constant distraction. She lightly swayed back and forth with excitement as the games began.
As for the humans, their faces were stamped with a grim expression and the fear from what would soon come. They appeared to be pouting, and in desperate need of some mercy. They could not stand being tickled in any way, and at that very moment would have rather been whipped or forced to walk bare foot on hot coals!
Two black tubes covered in what appeared to be mechanical waste and liquid gel lowered their funnel ends to the opening of each body jar at the neck line. The poor little things were unable to twist their heads in any way, so their strained and blood shot eyes rapidly rotated to the left and right in an effort to see exactly what was to happen next.
The demon was no fan of rules and regulations, and would be damned if he let himself be told how he was to play the game. He contacted his crew subconsciously and explained what his intensions were. They gave each other a look, and then quickly headed towards their very sexy and very naked hostess. Without fail, they immediately complied with their leader’s orders.
“ Hey!! Unhand me!!” She screamed as the four of them lifted her pretty rear end off the counter, and forced her to lie on her stomach. She was in strict hogtie before she even knew what hit her. The leader knelt down at her head and smiled. His forked tongue slid across his lips, and he blew her a little kiss.
They rotated her head in a way where she’d be forced to enjoy the show. Her booth was completely out of her control now as the five troublemakers decided they wanted to call the shots now. The driver turned to her and smiled that devious grin of his once again. He held all three cartoonish darts in his hand and began to tighten his grip.
“You can’t do this to me! I work for.. mmppplllgghh!!! Mmmpppgghffh!!” Her sentence was cut off as a huge apple was shoved into her pretty mouth. All she could do was watch now.
The driver tightened his grip until the darts were at their breaking point. It wouldn’t be long now until !!CRACK!! !!SNAP!! !!POP!!
He had smashed those stupid things into red dust, and sprinkled it all over the now struggling and grunting carnival worker’s head.
He reached his red and cracked hands into the left pocket of his coal black leather jacket, and pulled out old lucky number 13. It was a handgun resembling something like a Desert Eagle, only fifty times as powerful. The number thirteen was done in chrome and driven into the left side of its handle. The barrel was still covered in dried blood from the last time it had been used.
“Remove their gags, for I’m dying to hear them SQUEAL!!” He ordered, as he lined the barrel with the swiftly moving ducks up ahead.
In seconds, his majesty’s orders were carried out.
“HELP US!!! PLEASE SOMEONE!!!” They screamed in unison.
“SPARE my daughter!! Please!” Her mother added.
“There, there. Don’t you worry your pretty little heads, for I am nearsighted and hardly ever make an accurate shot.” He said humbly.
“Please.. I’m so scared right now. I just wanna go. I want to leave this place and never come back. Please, please help us!”
The driver paid little attention to his little beggers as the first of his many shots were lined up. The barrel of that evil hand cannon still stained in the blood of many victims hardly shook at all. His eyes were fixed on the duck in the center of the three.
@#%!BAM!*#@$
The bullet split the air and was backed with a heavy explosion of brilliant red light!! The blast was easily heard by damn near anyone within two miles. The bullet zoomed through the air with incredible speed as it ventured towards the stuffed duck.
With incredible luck, the silver bullet pierced the duck’s neck, and sliced that unlucky ducky’s head clean off! Little balls of cotton were thrown about the room as the “Winner” alarm screamed.
Suddenly, the tubes hanging above became alive with movement and the sounds of fumbling and wriggling from within. It sounded as if six more eels were wiggling their way towards those innocent captives. What a shame…
“No!! Oh God NO!!!!”
“I’m like BEGGING you not to do this to us!! I’m BEGGING YOU!!!”
“BEGGING won’t save you, but please continue for I enjoy the sound of it.” The demon explained as he took a comfortable position within the pink booth to watch the first of many acts of unjustified tortures.
“Don’t you agree?” He asked the hogtied hostess.
She ignored him, and focused all her efforts on escaping. How DARE they do this to her! Just wait till her husband and owner of the pink booth found out about how she was treated by these thugs. She had patience, and was pretty confident that they’d get their just desserts soon enough.
In the meantime, those twelve eels finally found their ways to the funnel and were ready for tickling! The scent of their favorite cuisine was too tempting to ignore and simply must be explored. Unfortunately, there were stronger scents of these tempting treats in some very tickling regions on both of these lovely lady’s bodies. Tragically, the regions had been chosen due to the intense level of ticklishness the women expressed when earlier examined by our lovely hostess and her husband.
For instance, the lovely lady on our left had this sweet smelling gel painted on the soles of her feet, her inner thighs, behind her knees, all over her armpits, and along the sides of her big breasts. The other ticklish tart had that same slimy stuff smeared between the cheeks of her sexy behind, her inner MOST thighs and private parts, the sole of her left foot, and all over her neck.
Since these eels only lived to eat, sleep, and have sex, they would never dream of missing a free meal…
“ohhhhh!!! Hehe aehae shit!!! No… NOT AGAIN!! Wait!! Get it off me!! GET IT OFF ME!! Ahe aehaa eaheha haeaheahe no!! this isn’t happening!! Haehae aehaea eahehaahehaeha”
She was unable to speak as the six little eels slithered down her wriggling body one by one.
“SOMEONE HE..AHHEA EAHAHEAHEA EAHEHAHEA HEL.. HEHAE AEHAHEAHE AEHAHEA HELP!!!!”
All her poor daughter could do was watch and listen until her punishment was served. She couldn’t turn her head, but was able to see a little of her mother’s reflection from the glass on the counter where the demons were standing and enjoying the show. The horror of watching hazy looking black snakes sliding passively across her pale, white skin was something I could never explain in words…
Being totally unaware of their tickling power the eels possessed, it was really strange watching their behavior in those jars. It was almost as if rubbing up against the human’s skin gave them some sort of pleasure.
“ OOOHHHHH!!! NO!!! NOT THERE!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! NO PLEASE!!!!”
She shouted with all her might and closed her pretty brown eyes tightly. Seconds later, her head was thrown back she let out a squeal of pure terror as the eels slid between her legs.
“ahahe aheha aehahea Haehaheae ha eaeha STOP THEM PLEASE!!! “
By the time they had slid down to her left foot, she was babbling like a mindless fool and drooling like a baby. Her daughter wasn’t in any better shape as far as sanity went. She was cracking up to the point of nearly vomiting from all the uncontrollable laughter. The demon was enjoying his winning results, but craved more. He wasn’t anywhere near finished with these two at all.
He tossed old’ lucky 13 to the side, and asked one of his humble followers to retrieve black beauty from the trunk of his beastly Chevy. While he waited for his demand to be met, he helped himself to the hostess’s lovely round and rump and delicious vagina. He yanked the apple from her mouth and smashed into the ground under his leather boot. This demon had a method of oral sex that differed from what humans may find to be enjoyable. I won’t go into detail, but I’ll tell you he pulled a little vile of green HOT sauce from one of his many pockets, and appeared to have some sort of shaving equipment handy…
“ oooohhh… OH! OHHHH!! YOU little BASTARD!!! NOBODY DOES THIS TO ME! NOBOD… OOOOOHH!! OUCH!!! DAMN IT, THAT HURTS!!!”
He spread her firm butt cheeks apart as the river of hot sauce slowly trickled down her quivering clit and the lips of her vagina. ((Okay, I guess I WILL go into detail. Lol!))
Just when the fun was really starting, and she was sweating like crazy and panting like a hell hound from the elements of sexual heat and overwhelmingly painful heat were being mixed into one, the black beauty showed up.
A smile came to his face as he rose off his knees and pulled his face out of the woman’s crotch. Ah yes, the black beauty was once again in his murdering hands and ready for anything coming their way. They’ve seen countless wars, and saved his evil neck on more then several THOUSAND occasions. To him, it was a weapon that he valued as priceless, and considered it an extension of himself. To us, it was nothing more then your average sawed-off shotgun. Guess what, it was BLACK in color!! Can you imagine that? Along the sides of the shotgun were tribal markings that told stories from their past, and marked off how many hot chicks he could pick up in an evening. It was truly a thing of evil beauty..
Now, the war torn blaster had a new enemy… ducks. I’m talking about the kind of duck that is stuffed to the beak with white cotton and zoom really, really fast on a pulley system. I’m talking about the kind of ducks that steal money from you every time you take your children to the carnivals. It’s time those little bastards meet the black beauty.
“OHH!! AAAHHH!!! OOHH!!! MAKE THEM STOP!!!!” the human screamed.
“PLEASE!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING, I SWEAR TO GOD!!! PLEASE!!!!” the other one shouted.
He lined up is next shot anyway despite their pleas for mercy.
@*#!BAMMM#$%! The booming crack of the massive explosion rocked everyone’s eardrums as the first shot was fired within the pink booth. Well, it didn’t hit the ducks at all, but it ripped a fatty hole into the tent itself!
“mmmMMMMppphh!!!”
The sounds of muffled moans startled the leader of the Sin Squad. He turned to see the members of his crew giving the poor hostess something to suck on. Smiling with approval, he turned back towards those ducks and fired two more shots.
Both missed completely…
“OOOHH MY GOD!!! IT’S INSIDE ME!!!! Haha HAHE AEHAA ahhaehaeha ahehaea HELP!!! HELP!!!!!!”
The poor woman was referring to the little eel that had seemed to become obsessed with the idea of getting inside her, using the back door entrance!!
“HAHAE AHahehae aehahea ahhae IT TICKLES!!! HAE HAHEAE AEHAH AEHAHE WAIT!!! NO MORE!! NO MORE!! HAEHA EAHEA AEHAEHAHE AEHAHE WAIT!!!”
Her mother listened to her tortured chuckles, but was a little too busy fighting off the eels that were tickling her ass, as well as up and down her sexy thighs.
@#$%BAMM!%&*@#
Like the sounds of a whip being cracked in the air, the bullets from that shot ripped that fucking duck into a thousand clumps of cotton! The look on the faces of those two women was worth a million words. The tubes once again shifted and lowered their funnel tips into the body jars for another special delivery.
“NOOO!!! I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE!!! “She shouted with all her might.
Her daughter was two terrified to even get a word out as she was laughing her brains out from the six already wriggling around her body. Soon, six more joined in on the tickling assault and helped send this mother and daughter into phase three of tickling HELL. A few of the eels accidentally popped out of the jars and splattered against the ground with a loud, disgusting plop sound. These demons were laughing their heads off as the women now faced ten and eleven restless ticklers with no mercy. What an incredible night this had been for the Sin Squad! From the exciting oral pleasure to the incredible show the eels were putting on, it was easy to say that finding the pink booth was made this the best dark carnival experience the five had ever experienced.
As the fun went on and on, the REAL owner of the pink booth finally showed up. Silently and completely unnoticed, he crept into his booth and watched the scene unfold.
His wife was hogtied and being forced to give these freaks pleasure! Plus, one of them was shooting actual guns inside the booth and ripping the place to shreds. He had to admit, he enjoyed what he saw…
“ Are you gentlemen having fun yet?” The invisible owner asked the crew.
The four demons immediately stopped what they were doing, and glanced around the booth in confusion. As for the leader, he continued to watch the mother and her lovely daughter being tickled to the point of explosion and internal shut down. He had already seen him walk in, and thought nothing of him. In fact, on some level he was an old friend…
“ If it isn’t the legendary Darwind and his infamous Sin Squad. “ The voice said.
“Long time, no see clown boy.” Darwind replied.
The clown boy reference was all too fitting for such a demented and truly evil jester. His black and red suited body slowly appeared before him once again. His pale, white face was still as ugly as it ever was and smiling as usual. The balls in the shape of human boobs attached to the ends of his jester hat wiggled and jiggled as they always did before. Yes, these two attended the same torture college several years ago.
“Still slumming I see.” The jester said mockingly.
“ Just because we go way back, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t shove your head down your throat.” Darwind snarled at him as he stepped directly into his face.
“Hey, hey! Since when can a jester not JEST! Besides, you look like you could use a good laugh.” He said, grinning at his old friend.
He glanced around the pink booth and admired the damages, and then the two women in the body jars squealing like pigs and laughing like lunatics. His wife was already out of her hogtie and was walking around freely. The four demons sort of looked in the direction of each other, still wondering which of them actually let her out. Did she get out of that on her own? Could she have done that at any time?
“Well old friend, I’m afraid my wife and I need to have a little chitty chat. It was horrible to see you again Darwind.” He said.
“Nothing pains me more then smelling your breath my friend. The displeasure was all mine.” He explained as he summoned his crew.
As the Royal Jester walked out of the booth, he offered the mother and daughter as a going away present. He wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth…
-The Jester’s home-
“I’ve EXPLAINED to you that I simply will NOT tolerate misbehavior.” He explained to his over bound and completely naked wife.
“Y..you must believe me when I say that they overpowered me in both number and strength! I was just a damsel in distress, and I couldn’t save myself!!” She said, sounding very serious but hiding a smile at the same time.
“Now, now. You are much stronger then I, and could have easily overpowered a group of twenty just like them.” The Jester added.
She listened from a face down and spread eagle position in the center of his playroom. Her waist rested atop of a wooden triangle and forced her erotically crafted body into a strict upside down V shape. Her bare bottom was at the top of this torture triangle!
Her legs and arms were covered in leather strips that forcefully bound her tightly to the triangle itself. From a good distance, you’d swear she was wearing bicep length opera gloves and thigh high stockings. The soles of her feet were unable to reach the ground below them, and looked just too tempting not to tickle, suck, lick, nibble, drool over, and then start all over again.
“No, I think you WANTED me to be upset.” The Jester explained to his horny housewife.
“That’s not TRUE!!” She shouted with a half hearted tone in her sexy voice. She made the world’s worst liar didn’t she?
“Oh yessssss.. You crave my punishments don’t you darling?” The jester asked with evil in his voice.
He watched her body language tell the whole story. She was getting hotter and hotter by the second. Her clit practically melted into gel on that triangle. He watched as she softly dry humped the foundation with her eyes closed tightly, and the cheeks of her round rump clenching in and out as the heat of this moment continued to melt her insides…
“ Please master! Please DON’T TICKLE my feet again! I’ll be a good girl from this day on! I swear!”
He knew the truth though. She loved being tickled, especially when escape was out of the question and mercy was a thing of the past. The jester was happy to comply with her dark demands, but tonight he had a little trick up his jester suit’s sleeve to add to the fun.
As for Darwind and his crew, it was right back to the hellish highways once again. He had safety secured the mother in the trunk, body jar, eels and all! As for her daughter, she was free from her jar, but still very deep in troubled water. She found out first hand, err.. should I say first FOOT just how much these demons enjoyed making her smile.
“Pleeeease!!! AAHaheahe aeah don’t you think I’ve been through ENOUGH!!!”
No response was given to the mummified cutie pie as the four demons in the backseat took their turns sucking and nibbling on her exposed soles and wiggling toes. Her pretty feet were covered in drool and she just couldn’t stop laughing about it.
“AHHE AHHEAE AHEAEA EAHEHAEA HAHEA EAH STOP IT!!!!! AHHAHhaehahehahehaeh ahehaehaeha aeahehaheae aehaea STOP!!!”
Darwind had to stay out of the games for now as he torn up the streets and shoved cars out of his way with force. It didn’t bother him one bit, for he knew both Mom and daughter would be joining him for the evening, and what an evening that would be! I won’t go into detail, but that HOT sauce just might make another appearance. Like cowboys from hell, the Sin Squad drove off into the horizon and vanished into the night.
-Jester’s realm-
“AAAAHHHH!! EEEEEEHHH!!! PULL it OUT!! PULL IT OUT!!!”
His wife was so pissed, fire was spitting from the sides of her mouth as she screamed.
“AAAAAHHHH!!!! PULL IT OUT NOW!!!”
The jester simply paid no attention to her whines as he continued to tickle her upturned and toe dally helpless feet. He glanced up at her ass, and watched it violently wiggle left to right. His wife was bucking like a wild bronco and screaming like a banshee.
“ I thought you’d love a little tickling my love…” He said, stroking her super sensitive arches and leading his fingertips over the heels of her kicking feet.
“I DO!!! Hha ehhae aehaheahaeahae I DO!! PLEASE!!! IT’S SOO COLD!!! I BEG YOU FOR MERCY TONIGHT!! “
“But my love, I still need to tickle the curves of your insanely ticklish ass, your ribs and belly, and not to mention the backs of those knees of yours. These are your favorite torture zones that you CLAIM I always ignore remember? I’m sorry, but the whole process may take a few hours, MAYBE even days..” He explained with a smile.
“ YOU CAN TICKLE ME INTO ETERNITY FOR ALL I CARE, JUST PULL IT OUT!!!!”
“Not to worry my pet, with your sexual heat, it should melt in a few hours.” He explained as he placed both of his white gloved hands on each side of her wriggling hips.
“Well, it should anyway.”
“NOOO!!!”
As she bucked and screamed with laughter, the SEVEN INCH BUTT PLUG MADE OF ICE hardly moved at all.
The jester began tickling her left side and played with her nipples every time she lifted her chest off the wooden triangle from bucking and struggling. It appeared that this horny housewife was going to spend what I’d consider a very long and COLD night in hell. Tickling is so much better served cold, don’t you agree?
End-
* The royal Jester appears courtesy of “The Royal Tickler, and her Ticklish prisoners.”
sTRICT Bondage
Forced nudity
strong sexual content
heavy tickling torture
violence
and...
Hot sauce.
You have been warned! You must be at least 18 to read this, and at least 52 to print it out for personal enjoyment! Drop me a line and let me know what you thought of this episode everyone...
It was Friday night, and the highways of Hell were overflowing with hideous creatures and fowl tempered demons. Thousands of fast paced roadsters, hotrods, and the occasional minivan ripped the asphalt a new one as their drivers held speeds at no less then three hundred miles an hour. In the background, the glow of an auburn sky slowing burning into eternity gave the only light to the otherwise completely darkened world. This was no place for humans. No, only the condemmened spirits of the evil ones among us now called this hellish home sweet home.
One group in particular had been cruising the avenues of dark world for at least five hours before they decided to finally call it quits and head home. Without their tattoos, you'd say that all five were identical in design. Each had leathery crimson colored skin, darkened hollows where the eyes should be, and horns that reached at least eight inches in height from their cracked skulls.
Both cigarettes and cigars hung loosely from their lower jaws as the night's deathly air increased the intensity of their burning tips. There were five in total, but you need only pay attention to the driver of the heavily modified 1950 Chevy. For he was the only one with eyes. He was wearing his leather jacket that had seen some tough times. It was made of pure human skin, and dyed his favorite color, pitch black. As for the car, we're talking coal black paint, simmering red racing lines, and pure human bone bumpers, fenders, door handles, and hubcaps. You could safety say that this car was truly evil right down to its core.
The driver was doing at least 400 hundred when he first saw the flickering red and black lights of the Ferris wheel's top. If it was at all possible to feel anything resembling joy in his darkened heart, that was his moment. The Human carnival was back in town, and from the looks of things better then ever before. The driver immediately spiked the wheel to the right and slid across the highway towards an exit.
Several cars along side them were forced into slamming on the brakes their car thoughtlessly made its way across six lanes of populated highway. One trucker loaded with hot irons and whipping rods wasn’t so lucky however, and was unable to pull it together. One slip of the brakes and he was slammed against a few other nearby cars. They were thrown into the air like matchbox toys and the truck took a nosedive into the road. It flipped twelve times before it burst into violent flames and sent the cargo into the air of the night. It rained whips and rods for at least thirty seconds. As this horrible scene unfolded, the five demon teamed NOW decided to hit the right turn signal as they nearly flipped another two vehicles off the road in order to make the exit.
One of them looked back and smiled as the ball of flames from the truck’s massive explosion gave him enough light to finish reading the Playboy he had started earlier.
The haunted Chevy slammed through the gates of the parking lot next to the Carnival and came to a dead stop no more then an inch and half from the skeleton in the ticket booth.
He simply shook his head in disgust and proceeded filing his knuckles.
The unruly gang of five had been to this carnival before, but they just couldn’t get enough. When the Human Carnival was in town, you’d drop just about anything in order to spend every second you could there. The four in the back knew not to move a muscle until the driver had exited the car. At the moment, he was simply staring into the parade of flickering lights that riddled the carnival, and enjoying the screams of the lovely human ladies inside. Only a dark and twisted being filled to the brim with evil could possibly enjoy a place so dreadful…
The front door swung open and he stepped out of the car. The butts of eight cigarettes hit the floor next to his feet as he headed for the entrance. The other four took this as their sign to get the hell out of the car and quickly follow their leader. The skeleton felt the presence of customers and quickly began fiddling with the register and the ticket spewing machine.
“How much?” The driver said in his low and vile tone.
The skeleton nodded to him as he glanced around the booth for his price guide. He wasn’t exactly what you’d call organized, and his customers weren’t exactly what you’d call patient. It wasn’t long before the driver was shoving his arms through the glass booth in order to strangle the skeleton.
“WAIT!! PLEASE!! I’M FRAGILE!!” He shouted as the driver shook him around like a doll.
“HOW MUCH!?!” His tone sounded angered and desperate now.
“ Uhh…let me ask you this, did you happen to bring any coupons?”
Several minutes later, the five member squad of sin was walking aimlessly into the carnival. As for the skeleton, he’d be collecting the figments and chunks of his ribs and legs for the rest of the evening.
The carnival consisted of dozens of little booths. A few rides and torture devices were there for the young ones, but the main attraction were the perverted games being played within those booths. Many involved naked female humans and some sort of intense pain, while others focused more on humiliation. Either way you’d slice it, the results were never any good for us humans.
This year, a new booth of torture had been introduced to the crazed customers of the dark carnival. The dark pink tent was located to from the left in the twelfth and final row of pleasure booths. There, two of the hottest female humans you’d ever see were being subjected to intense, tickling torture!!!
The five made their way through all the usual booths as they descended towards the tickle torture game. They watched as the bare asses of innocents were branded as demons hit their marks with balls and darts. The whipping of flesh was always fun, but the five of them had sort of been there and done that already. Their little black hearts craved something more this time. The driver was the first to hear the sounds of desperate and tortured giggles coming from a booth not too far away. Laughing? Happiness has no business being here! He demanded an answer to this unwelcome intrusion and immediately made his way towards that new booth. Several creatures were shoved out of his way as the eight cigarettes and one cigar smoking mad man followed the sounds.
He ripped back the opening to the booth on his immediate right and found two females tied in a position leveling them to all fours with their rear ends high up and positioned perfectly towards the paying customers. Behind the booth were two water cannons. The girls looked completely soaked and riddled with fear as the cruel patrons continued firing the heavy blasts of water directly into their asses. It was some sort of point game where the object was to fill the female’s stomach with water faster then your opponent. The driver was rather intrigued with this game and stayed a little longer to watch a few executioners take their turns. Then, those tortured, girly laughs returned and were now louder then ever. He immediately twisted his red skull to the left and listened intently for those sounds. It was coming from the booth next door…
Without a care in this hideous world, he pushed his way out of the water gun booth and into the source from which that laughter had come from. The four followers quickly arrived at his side as they took in the beauty of their newest discovery.
Being right in the very room in which the laughter was coming from gave them a new impression as to the meaning of the laughter. There wasn’t a sign of joy or happiness in this laughter at all. It seemed to have a much different vibe to it now. These females were being forced to laugh against their wills, and they sounded completely exhausted to boot. This brought a huge, toothy grin to the driver’s face as he confronted the woman behind the booth.
“Laughter in a place like this? Are you trying to get your throat ripped out?” He questioned the lovely lady in red behind the counter.
Her long black hair was tied tightly in a ponytail behind her pale yet beautiful face. She was completely nude save for a small black bowtie, and had dark lipstick covering her petite lips. Her missile like chest had to extend forward no less then a full d cup. Each step she performed offered the view of her jiggling boobs and the flexing muscles within her legs and butt.
She was stunning, and the boys were drooling over her. Sadly, I mean this literally.
As for the human females, a (MILF) mother and her HOT daughter that had been fooling around with black magic spells had accidentally opened a portal to another realm were kidnapped and sold to the traveling circus for a hefty fee. Their names were never mentioned, so they now went by the number appearing on the collar around each of their little necks.
They were both blonde, and had very appetizing figures to say the least.
“Laughter yes, but these sluts are anything but happy. Care to see why boys?” She smiled.
The naked bodies of each blonde had been somehow stuffed into glass jars that ran along and over each and every curve of their individual body. Every inch of their sweet and ticklish flesh was behind the glass of these body jars until you reached their necks. From there, a strap slid across each of their foreheads and made sure that they were no longer in control of anything. Huge, out-of-this-world ball gags were stuffed into their mouths, and their tongues were pulled through the center of the ball itself. They had been given the displeasure of not being blindfolded as to allow them to watch the number of horny and evil customers that would line up just to see them squirm…
“Humor us.” The driver said to the pleasure of his crew.
She had them follow her to the very center point between both of the female captives. She tapped her blood red fingertips against the side of the blonde to the right’s body jar.
“MMMmmmmmppoohhhh!!!!!” She moaned in displeasure.
“Watch closely now gentlemen..” She said, stepping back a little.
For a few seconds, nothing happened at all. The human just kept moaning and struggling as best she could without a visible reason for the sudden change in her behavior. The driver glanced around the body jar, and then back at the nearly naked woman.
“We’re waiting bitch..” He warned her sternly.
“Patience..” She said, knowing that pissing a young demon off could easily be the end of her.
Suddenly, the human’s moans turned to horrified laughs and grunts as something began swimming from behind the right sole of her foot. It was solid green and looked like an eel of some kind. That’s when the driver realized that the body jars were actually filled with water up to their necks. The eel slithered its way up the leg of the quivering and now completely hysterical human being as it went to that point where the glass had been tapped. As it swam upwards, the tickling effects against the female’s flesh were overpowering and impossible to ignore. She was in tears as the laughs poured from her aching stomach.
“ NO!!! NOT AGAIN!! Ahhae aeha aehaheaeha AHAHE EEEEEEEEEKKK!!! Ahehae ahhaea eahahaha ahahaha ahahhaa ahahaha no!! hae ahaae aeha no!!! NO!!! “
“Now imagine that jar filled with another dozen of those little monsters.” She whispered into the hole that served as his right ear.
“Enough said. I’m in.” he said, taking a second to crack his knuckles.
She smiled at his expected enthusiasm, and explained the rules.
“Behind the humans is a line of targets moving at speeds unrecognizable by human beings. Can you see them? “She asked the driver as she leaned over the counter.
After a few seconds or two of eye adjustments, the driver and leader of the five member sin squad did in fact see the three stuffed ducks zooming from right to left. He answered with a nod.
“Every target hit will deposit six of these slithery ticklers into EACH of these human’s body jars.”
He nodded his head silently.
“Get all three, and I’ll reward you with a very special prize.” She said, handing him three overly large and very cartoonish looking darts.
“You may begin young demon.” She said, lifting her naked ass to sit on the counter as serve as a constant distraction. She lightly swayed back and forth with excitement as the games began.
As for the humans, their faces were stamped with a grim expression and the fear from what would soon come. They appeared to be pouting, and in desperate need of some mercy. They could not stand being tickled in any way, and at that very moment would have rather been whipped or forced to walk bare foot on hot coals!
Two black tubes covered in what appeared to be mechanical waste and liquid gel lowered their funnel ends to the opening of each body jar at the neck line. The poor little things were unable to twist their heads in any way, so their strained and blood shot eyes rapidly rotated to the left and right in an effort to see exactly what was to happen next.
The demon was no fan of rules and regulations, and would be damned if he let himself be told how he was to play the game. He contacted his crew subconsciously and explained what his intensions were. They gave each other a look, and then quickly headed towards their very sexy and very naked hostess. Without fail, they immediately complied with their leader’s orders.
“ Hey!! Unhand me!!” She screamed as the four of them lifted her pretty rear end off the counter, and forced her to lie on her stomach. She was in strict hogtie before she even knew what hit her. The leader knelt down at her head and smiled. His forked tongue slid across his lips, and he blew her a little kiss.
They rotated her head in a way where she’d be forced to enjoy the show. Her booth was completely out of her control now as the five troublemakers decided they wanted to call the shots now. The driver turned to her and smiled that devious grin of his once again. He held all three cartoonish darts in his hand and began to tighten his grip.
“You can’t do this to me! I work for.. mmppplllgghh!!! Mmmpppgghffh!!” Her sentence was cut off as a huge apple was shoved into her pretty mouth. All she could do was watch now.
The driver tightened his grip until the darts were at their breaking point. It wouldn’t be long now until !!CRACK!! !!SNAP!! !!POP!!
He had smashed those stupid things into red dust, and sprinkled it all over the now struggling and grunting carnival worker’s head.
He reached his red and cracked hands into the left pocket of his coal black leather jacket, and pulled out old lucky number 13. It was a handgun resembling something like a Desert Eagle, only fifty times as powerful. The number thirteen was done in chrome and driven into the left side of its handle. The barrel was still covered in dried blood from the last time it had been used.
“Remove their gags, for I’m dying to hear them SQUEAL!!” He ordered, as he lined the barrel with the swiftly moving ducks up ahead.
In seconds, his majesty’s orders were carried out.
“HELP US!!! PLEASE SOMEONE!!!” They screamed in unison.
“SPARE my daughter!! Please!” Her mother added.
“There, there. Don’t you worry your pretty little heads, for I am nearsighted and hardly ever make an accurate shot.” He said humbly.
“Please.. I’m so scared right now. I just wanna go. I want to leave this place and never come back. Please, please help us!”
The driver paid little attention to his little beggers as the first of his many shots were lined up. The barrel of that evil hand cannon still stained in the blood of many victims hardly shook at all. His eyes were fixed on the duck in the center of the three.
@#%!BAM!*#@$
The bullet split the air and was backed with a heavy explosion of brilliant red light!! The blast was easily heard by damn near anyone within two miles. The bullet zoomed through the air with incredible speed as it ventured towards the stuffed duck.
With incredible luck, the silver bullet pierced the duck’s neck, and sliced that unlucky ducky’s head clean off! Little balls of cotton were thrown about the room as the “Winner” alarm screamed.
Suddenly, the tubes hanging above became alive with movement and the sounds of fumbling and wriggling from within. It sounded as if six more eels were wiggling their way towards those innocent captives. What a shame…
“No!! Oh God NO!!!!”
“I’m like BEGGING you not to do this to us!! I’m BEGGING YOU!!!”
“BEGGING won’t save you, but please continue for I enjoy the sound of it.” The demon explained as he took a comfortable position within the pink booth to watch the first of many acts of unjustified tortures.
“Don’t you agree?” He asked the hogtied hostess.
She ignored him, and focused all her efforts on escaping. How DARE they do this to her! Just wait till her husband and owner of the pink booth found out about how she was treated by these thugs. She had patience, and was pretty confident that they’d get their just desserts soon enough.
In the meantime, those twelve eels finally found their ways to the funnel and were ready for tickling! The scent of their favorite cuisine was too tempting to ignore and simply must be explored. Unfortunately, there were stronger scents of these tempting treats in some very tickling regions on both of these lovely lady’s bodies. Tragically, the regions had been chosen due to the intense level of ticklishness the women expressed when earlier examined by our lovely hostess and her husband.
For instance, the lovely lady on our left had this sweet smelling gel painted on the soles of her feet, her inner thighs, behind her knees, all over her armpits, and along the sides of her big breasts. The other ticklish tart had that same slimy stuff smeared between the cheeks of her sexy behind, her inner MOST thighs and private parts, the sole of her left foot, and all over her neck.
Since these eels only lived to eat, sleep, and have sex, they would never dream of missing a free meal…
“ohhhhh!!! Hehe aehae shit!!! No… NOT AGAIN!! Wait!! Get it off me!! GET IT OFF ME!! Ahe aehaa eaheha haeaheahe no!! this isn’t happening!! Haehae aehaea eahehaahehaeha”
She was unable to speak as the six little eels slithered down her wriggling body one by one.
“SOMEONE HE..AHHEA EAHAHEAHEA EAHEHAHEA HEL.. HEHAE AEHAHEAHE AEHAHEA HELP!!!!”
All her poor daughter could do was watch and listen until her punishment was served. She couldn’t turn her head, but was able to see a little of her mother’s reflection from the glass on the counter where the demons were standing and enjoying the show. The horror of watching hazy looking black snakes sliding passively across her pale, white skin was something I could never explain in words…
Being totally unaware of their tickling power the eels possessed, it was really strange watching their behavior in those jars. It was almost as if rubbing up against the human’s skin gave them some sort of pleasure.
“ OOOHHHHH!!! NO!!! NOT THERE!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! NO PLEASE!!!!”
She shouted with all her might and closed her pretty brown eyes tightly. Seconds later, her head was thrown back she let out a squeal of pure terror as the eels slid between her legs.
“ahahe aheha aehahea Haehaheae ha eaeha STOP THEM PLEASE!!! “
By the time they had slid down to her left foot, she was babbling like a mindless fool and drooling like a baby. Her daughter wasn’t in any better shape as far as sanity went. She was cracking up to the point of nearly vomiting from all the uncontrollable laughter. The demon was enjoying his winning results, but craved more. He wasn’t anywhere near finished with these two at all.
He tossed old’ lucky 13 to the side, and asked one of his humble followers to retrieve black beauty from the trunk of his beastly Chevy. While he waited for his demand to be met, he helped himself to the hostess’s lovely round and rump and delicious vagina. He yanked the apple from her mouth and smashed into the ground under his leather boot. This demon had a method of oral sex that differed from what humans may find to be enjoyable. I won’t go into detail, but I’ll tell you he pulled a little vile of green HOT sauce from one of his many pockets, and appeared to have some sort of shaving equipment handy…
“ oooohhh… OH! OHHHH!! YOU little BASTARD!!! NOBODY DOES THIS TO ME! NOBOD… OOOOOHH!! OUCH!!! DAMN IT, THAT HURTS!!!”
He spread her firm butt cheeks apart as the river of hot sauce slowly trickled down her quivering clit and the lips of her vagina. ((Okay, I guess I WILL go into detail. Lol!))
Just when the fun was really starting, and she was sweating like crazy and panting like a hell hound from the elements of sexual heat and overwhelmingly painful heat were being mixed into one, the black beauty showed up.
A smile came to his face as he rose off his knees and pulled his face out of the woman’s crotch. Ah yes, the black beauty was once again in his murdering hands and ready for anything coming their way. They’ve seen countless wars, and saved his evil neck on more then several THOUSAND occasions. To him, it was a weapon that he valued as priceless, and considered it an extension of himself. To us, it was nothing more then your average sawed-off shotgun. Guess what, it was BLACK in color!! Can you imagine that? Along the sides of the shotgun were tribal markings that told stories from their past, and marked off how many hot chicks he could pick up in an evening. It was truly a thing of evil beauty..
Now, the war torn blaster had a new enemy… ducks. I’m talking about the kind of duck that is stuffed to the beak with white cotton and zoom really, really fast on a pulley system. I’m talking about the kind of ducks that steal money from you every time you take your children to the carnivals. It’s time those little bastards meet the black beauty.
“OHH!! AAAHHH!!! OOHH!!! MAKE THEM STOP!!!!” the human screamed.
“PLEASE!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING, I SWEAR TO GOD!!! PLEASE!!!!” the other one shouted.
He lined up is next shot anyway despite their pleas for mercy.
@*#!BAMMM#$%! The booming crack of the massive explosion rocked everyone’s eardrums as the first shot was fired within the pink booth. Well, it didn’t hit the ducks at all, but it ripped a fatty hole into the tent itself!
“mmmMMMMppphh!!!”
The sounds of muffled moans startled the leader of the Sin Squad. He turned to see the members of his crew giving the poor hostess something to suck on. Smiling with approval, he turned back towards those ducks and fired two more shots.
Both missed completely…
“OOOHH MY GOD!!! IT’S INSIDE ME!!!! Haha HAHE AEHAA ahhaehaeha ahehaea HELP!!! HELP!!!!!!”
The poor woman was referring to the little eel that had seemed to become obsessed with the idea of getting inside her, using the back door entrance!!
“HAHAE AHahehae aehahea ahhae IT TICKLES!!! HAE HAHEAE AEHAH AEHAHE WAIT!!! NO MORE!! NO MORE!! HAEHA EAHEA AEHAEHAHE AEHAHE WAIT!!!”
Her mother listened to her tortured chuckles, but was a little too busy fighting off the eels that were tickling her ass, as well as up and down her sexy thighs.
@#$%BAMM!%&*@#
Like the sounds of a whip being cracked in the air, the bullets from that shot ripped that fucking duck into a thousand clumps of cotton! The look on the faces of those two women was worth a million words. The tubes once again shifted and lowered their funnel tips into the body jars for another special delivery.
“NOOO!!! I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE!!! “She shouted with all her might.
Her daughter was two terrified to even get a word out as she was laughing her brains out from the six already wriggling around her body. Soon, six more joined in on the tickling assault and helped send this mother and daughter into phase three of tickling HELL. A few of the eels accidentally popped out of the jars and splattered against the ground with a loud, disgusting plop sound. These demons were laughing their heads off as the women now faced ten and eleven restless ticklers with no mercy. What an incredible night this had been for the Sin Squad! From the exciting oral pleasure to the incredible show the eels were putting on, it was easy to say that finding the pink booth was made this the best dark carnival experience the five had ever experienced.
As the fun went on and on, the REAL owner of the pink booth finally showed up. Silently and completely unnoticed, he crept into his booth and watched the scene unfold.
His wife was hogtied and being forced to give these freaks pleasure! Plus, one of them was shooting actual guns inside the booth and ripping the place to shreds. He had to admit, he enjoyed what he saw…
“ Are you gentlemen having fun yet?” The invisible owner asked the crew.
The four demons immediately stopped what they were doing, and glanced around the booth in confusion. As for the leader, he continued to watch the mother and her lovely daughter being tickled to the point of explosion and internal shut down. He had already seen him walk in, and thought nothing of him. In fact, on some level he was an old friend…
“ If it isn’t the legendary Darwind and his infamous Sin Squad. “ The voice said.
“Long time, no see clown boy.” Darwind replied.
The clown boy reference was all too fitting for such a demented and truly evil jester. His black and red suited body slowly appeared before him once again. His pale, white face was still as ugly as it ever was and smiling as usual. The balls in the shape of human boobs attached to the ends of his jester hat wiggled and jiggled as they always did before. Yes, these two attended the same torture college several years ago.
“Still slumming I see.” The jester said mockingly.
“ Just because we go way back, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t shove your head down your throat.” Darwind snarled at him as he stepped directly into his face.
“Hey, hey! Since when can a jester not JEST! Besides, you look like you could use a good laugh.” He said, grinning at his old friend.
He glanced around the pink booth and admired the damages, and then the two women in the body jars squealing like pigs and laughing like lunatics. His wife was already out of her hogtie and was walking around freely. The four demons sort of looked in the direction of each other, still wondering which of them actually let her out. Did she get out of that on her own? Could she have done that at any time?
“Well old friend, I’m afraid my wife and I need to have a little chitty chat. It was horrible to see you again Darwind.” He said.
“Nothing pains me more then smelling your breath my friend. The displeasure was all mine.” He explained as he summoned his crew.
As the Royal Jester walked out of the booth, he offered the mother and daughter as a going away present. He wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth…
-The Jester’s home-
“I’ve EXPLAINED to you that I simply will NOT tolerate misbehavior.” He explained to his over bound and completely naked wife.
“Y..you must believe me when I say that they overpowered me in both number and strength! I was just a damsel in distress, and I couldn’t save myself!!” She said, sounding very serious but hiding a smile at the same time.
“Now, now. You are much stronger then I, and could have easily overpowered a group of twenty just like them.” The Jester added.
She listened from a face down and spread eagle position in the center of his playroom. Her waist rested atop of a wooden triangle and forced her erotically crafted body into a strict upside down V shape. Her bare bottom was at the top of this torture triangle!
Her legs and arms were covered in leather strips that forcefully bound her tightly to the triangle itself. From a good distance, you’d swear she was wearing bicep length opera gloves and thigh high stockings. The soles of her feet were unable to reach the ground below them, and looked just too tempting not to tickle, suck, lick, nibble, drool over, and then start all over again.
“No, I think you WANTED me to be upset.” The Jester explained to his horny housewife.
“That’s not TRUE!!” She shouted with a half hearted tone in her sexy voice. She made the world’s worst liar didn’t she?
“Oh yessssss.. You crave my punishments don’t you darling?” The jester asked with evil in his voice.
He watched her body language tell the whole story. She was getting hotter and hotter by the second. Her clit practically melted into gel on that triangle. He watched as she softly dry humped the foundation with her eyes closed tightly, and the cheeks of her round rump clenching in and out as the heat of this moment continued to melt her insides…
“ Please master! Please DON’T TICKLE my feet again! I’ll be a good girl from this day on! I swear!”
He knew the truth though. She loved being tickled, especially when escape was out of the question and mercy was a thing of the past. The jester was happy to comply with her dark demands, but tonight he had a little trick up his jester suit’s sleeve to add to the fun.
As for Darwind and his crew, it was right back to the hellish highways once again. He had safety secured the mother in the trunk, body jar, eels and all! As for her daughter, she was free from her jar, but still very deep in troubled water. She found out first hand, err.. should I say first FOOT just how much these demons enjoyed making her smile.
“Pleeeease!!! AAHaheahe aeah don’t you think I’ve been through ENOUGH!!!”
No response was given to the mummified cutie pie as the four demons in the backseat took their turns sucking and nibbling on her exposed soles and wiggling toes. Her pretty feet were covered in drool and she just couldn’t stop laughing about it.
“AHHE AHHEAE AHEAEA EAHEHAEA HAHEA EAH STOP IT!!!!! AHHAHhaehahehahehaeh ahehaehaeha aeahehaheae aehaea STOP!!!”
Darwind had to stay out of the games for now as he torn up the streets and shoved cars out of his way with force. It didn’t bother him one bit, for he knew both Mom and daughter would be joining him for the evening, and what an evening that would be! I won’t go into detail, but that HOT sauce just might make another appearance. Like cowboys from hell, the Sin Squad drove off into the horizon and vanished into the night.
-Jester’s realm-
“AAAAHHHH!! EEEEEEHHH!!! PULL it OUT!! PULL IT OUT!!!”
His wife was so pissed, fire was spitting from the sides of her mouth as she screamed.
“AAAAAHHHH!!!! PULL IT OUT NOW!!!”
The jester simply paid no attention to her whines as he continued to tickle her upturned and toe dally helpless feet. He glanced up at her ass, and watched it violently wiggle left to right. His wife was bucking like a wild bronco and screaming like a banshee.
“ I thought you’d love a little tickling my love…” He said, stroking her super sensitive arches and leading his fingertips over the heels of her kicking feet.
“I DO!!! Hha ehhae aehaheahaeahae I DO!! PLEASE!!! IT’S SOO COLD!!! I BEG YOU FOR MERCY TONIGHT!! “
“But my love, I still need to tickle the curves of your insanely ticklish ass, your ribs and belly, and not to mention the backs of those knees of yours. These are your favorite torture zones that you CLAIM I always ignore remember? I’m sorry, but the whole process may take a few hours, MAYBE even days..” He explained with a smile.
“ YOU CAN TICKLE ME INTO ETERNITY FOR ALL I CARE, JUST PULL IT OUT!!!!”
“Not to worry my pet, with your sexual heat, it should melt in a few hours.” He explained as he placed both of his white gloved hands on each side of her wriggling hips.
“Well, it should anyway.”
“NOOO!!!”
As she bucked and screamed with laughter, the SEVEN INCH BUTT PLUG MADE OF ICE hardly moved at all.
The jester began tickling her left side and played with her nipples every time she lifted her chest off the wooden triangle from bucking and struggling. It appeared that this horny housewife was going to spend what I’d consider a very long and COLD night in hell. Tickling is so much better served cold, don’t you agree?
End-
* The royal Jester appears courtesy of “The Royal Tickler, and her Ticklish prisoners.”
