The DEVIL'S FETISH Complete- * with NEW ending

The Devil’s Fetish

Written by Invisible Ink

* With help from Special guest author ShadowTklr

!!Warning!! This story is known to contain scenes of graphic tickling torture, strict bondage, and forced nudity!! You must be at least 18 to read this twisted tale of tickling fiction!!

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!!YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

A pair of college co-eds decided to attend a Halloween party that had been rumored to be the party to stop all parties. It was quite a trip from their college campus, which meant a long walk up a very secluded highway. Without a car, this was really the only option.

" It really isn't THAT far you know." Karen said as her friend paced the room.


" I'm lazy though. I'll whimper and complain the whole time." Victoria reminded her.


" Look, I didn't buy these costumes just for us to sit here and stare at each other. All the lame parties around here suck toes and you know it. This place looks amazing! Come on, you have to admit it looks cool." she said



" Yeah, yeah." she replied, crossing her arms.


" So is that a yes?" she asked, smiling.


" No, I'm just saying that I agree with you about how cool it looks."



Karen plopped on the bed wearing nothing but a white shirt and her favorite black thong. On her stomach, she read the details of the party to remind her best friend of just how original and interesting it sounded.


" Come one, come all to the best party you'll ever attend. You'll enjoy free drinks! Free food! Free drugs! You'll be amazed at our Disneyland-like carnival rides, and the amazing detail involved! Dare to tour the dungeon museum in the basement below your feet! Plus, the sexiest costume wins two thousand dollars. Plus, the mansion that will house the party was actually used in films! How cool is that!? So, come on down and enjoy this once in a lifetime chance! Drag a few of your friends with you! I assure you, this will be a party that will be nearly impossible to forget..."


" They sound desperate to me." - Victoria said, as she too lay on the bed next to her friend.


" Alright, that does it! I tried the easy way."- She shouted as she lifted up to her knees.


Karen easily straddled Victoria's waist with her butt facing her chin.


" I'm afraid you've asked you this Vicky.."- Karen explained, as she began tickling the sides of her stomach.


Victoria immediately screamed and began thrashing like a fish out of water!


" ahahe aehaehae okay!! haehahea aheaheahae I get it!! haheahea eahea wait! WAIT!!!" -she shouted to her best friend turned torturer.


" When are we leaving?" Karen shouted, as she continued her assault.


" ahahehahea aeahe NEVER!! hahehaehaa ah oh god!! oh god!!!!ahehaehaea ahehaehe wait!! please!!!!"- she screamed, bucking up and down under the weight of her friend.


" Well, if you'd prefer a night tied to my bed while I perfect my tickling skills, then I guess I'll let you have your way." she explained, increasing her speeds.


" ahahea Ha ahahHAHAHAHA EAHEA OKAY!!! I'LL GO!!!! I'LL GO!!!!!! AHAHAHAAHHA ENO..ENOUGH!!!!!"


" I knew you'd see it my way." -she smiled, lifting herself off her friend.


Karen slipped out of her thong and shirt, and headed for the shower. Before she made her way in, she carelessly tossed her thong atop of her friend's face. Victoria pulled it off and threw it across the room. Damn it! She was beaten again by her ticklishness! Frustrated, she bounced off the bed and headed for the shower. It wasn't made for two, but she'd make it work. In about an hour, these two would be heading to one of the most bizarre and darkly deranged parties that even their worst nightmares couldn't shed any light on. God help them if they're even remotely ticklish...


Part two of Two..


Step one had been to get Victoria's consent to actually go to this party. Step two was actually getting there, and that was something Karen couldn't "tickle" her way out of. Without a car, they were forced to actually walk towards the House party along side the only running road in the area. With street lamps literally miles between them, they would have to rely on flashlights and the dim lighting from the moon to aid them along the way.


To make matters worse, both Karen and Victoria were in full costume at this point. A couple of dead cheerleaders were the overall look they had gone for, and believe or not, they actually pulled it off well. Karen was in Drama, and had access to theatre quality make up effects and what not. She decided that Grayish skin with dark greenish black circles beneath their eyes was the perfect look for a few undead Cheerleaders, but went the extra miles and actually painted their arms and legs. Victoria was an actual Cheerleader for the College team. She was able to get her claws on some old retired uniforms that could easily be dolled up to fit the mold. When all was said and done, the twosome looked incredible. They kept each other company as they walked right down the center of the road towards a house in the distance.

"This better be a kick ass party Vic, or it’s your ass."- Karen said, jumping from one road reflector to the next.

" Trust me, by the time this is all over, you'll be Kissing my pretty white ass."
-Victoria shouted.


Suddenly, the lights of a passing pick-up truck could be seen from miles away. Immediately, Karen and Victoria realize that they are stupidly walking in the middle of the street and immediately retreat to the narrow trail that follows along side the road. Seems that wasn't good enough, for the truck now picks up speed and leans in a little farther in the direction of the girls!


" What the fuck is he doing?"- Karen shouts as the sounds of the truck's heavy pounding motor become louder.

"Don't ask me, just get out of the way!"- Victoria screams, pulling herself through the bushes to the left of the trail.

It was those bushes, and those bushes only that separated them from the forest that surrounded the road on both sides.

The asshole in the truck roared past the girls, and in the process kicked up a cloud of dust and stones as the front and back wheels on the right hand side plowed through the trail. Something was screamed from the truck as it passed for the girls to hear. Karen thought she heard Fuck you, and Victoria could have sworn she heard Help me...


Thankfully, they decided to shake it off and continue on their way. The figured if they'd gone this far, then why the fuck stop now?


The famous house was now literally a half hour away, and after all they'd been through, these dead cheerleaders were ready to party. They figured they could con some guy into giving them a ride home if they teased enough, and teasing men was their specialty. On campus, they'd walk around wearing next to nothing and act like they didn't have a clue anyone even noticed. In class, they'd dangle their heels on the tips of their toes and flash their feet to the men who would do anything just to suck one of their toes.
They were used to getting what they wanted, and planned to continue that tonight.


-Exactly forty six minutes later-


At the road's bend, the two found what appeared to be a mailbox in front of an entrance gate. The mailbox looked fairly new and hardly used, but that gate looked to be at least a million years old! It was falling apart at every seam and hung for dear life to the crusted hinges that held it from falling.
Karen and Victoria approached the gate, and in the horizon above saw the giant estate. It was perched atop of a hillside about a half mile from the entrance gate. It was massive looking, even in almost total darkness!
It almost looked sort of like an ancient gothic church with its pointed towers and strange looking pillars. The look of the house was easily written off by the cheerful college co-eds. They knew this house was used in old B-rate films from the past obviously for its odd appearance. Right?


Without saying anything, Karen calmly( and carefully ) opened the gate.




From inside the house, something watched from the window. Its breath fogged the window as it stared silently. For now, it would be patient. For now, they wouldn't do anything. Soon however, one of them had to start preparing the dungeon for the night's first guests...


The trail leading these innocent college co-eds towards the mansion was quite a journey all on its own. The hillside itself was fucking steep, and the giant stone steps embedded into the earth weren't what you'd call safe looking, so Karen and Victoria couldn't afford even the slightest miss step. Luckily, they had chosen some very sexy sandals for the journey and had carried their high heeled pumps to wear at the party. The light given off by the half moon tucked deep into the clouds and completely disappeared. Now, the girl's flashlights were becoming more and more crucial.


"You've got to be kidding me Karen.."- Victoria said, almost totally out of breath.


She didn't know what to say either as they reached the top of the hill to find that the house appeared to be without a front door. In fact, everything looked completely normal about the front of the massive estate except for the bizarre fact that there was nothing appearing to be a way in of any kind. Hell, there was even a welcome mat right where the freaking door should have been!

There were always the two windows on either side of the welcome mat, but the frames weren't big enough for even half of their bodies.

"Oh well, let's pack it up and head home."- Karen said, turning to head back down the hill.


"Oh no you don't! No way Vicky! We've already been through enough punishment to get where we are. There has to be another way inside."- Victoria explained calmly to her overly nervous buddy.

"Whether this is some bullshit prank or just someone's idea of a funhouse, I don't care! I've had it up to my tits with this night! I want to go home!"- Karen shouted, crossing her arms.

"You such a baby bitch! I can't believe after all we've been through, you'd call it quits that easily and run home. That is fucking lame. Why did you even bother coming then? Huh?"- Victoria shouted back.

"You forced me to!! You tickled the shit out of me! I can't stand being tickled and you know it! You tricked me into coming with you!"


As the argument went on and on, something patiently watched from beneath the planks of the porch where the two dead cheerleaders stood. Its snout was merely inches away from the soles of their sandals as the bickering continued. Suddenly, another of whatever it was joined it beneath the porch and waited patiently as well. If the girls had listened close enough, they might have heard its heavy breathing from below.

"Whatever Vicky. You're the boss. Let's just fucking party or whatever and get it over with."- Karen said, giving in to her as usual.


On that dreadful note, a blue light began glowing from beneath the welcome mat and caught the eyes of Karen and Vicky. They both gasped and stepped back a little at the sight of it. Being the stronger of the two, Vicky tip toed over to the mat and examined it a little closer.


"It's glowing Kare Bear. That's pretty weird huh?"- Vicky said, sounding a little nervous.

" Don't touch it Vic! What the hell are you doing?"- Karen asked as she watched her friend squat down merely inches away from mat.


Victoria went ahead and touched it, only she ended up grabbing and pulling.
Once the welcome mat was removed, the second surprise was unmasked. It was some kind of control box? It had three buttons in three different colors and a little instruction card written in red ink that appeared to be running.

"Press just one to start the fun?" -Victoria said as she read the little card.


" What the hell is this, Willy Wonka's house?"- Karen asked.

She joined her friend in the squatting position as they both looked over the three choices.

Beneath their legs, something now stared at the new vision from above. Both of their soft crotches were in full view and looked extremely enticing. As one of them reached up to grab out, another smacked its arm back with an angry thrust.

"Green, Blue, or yellow. Hmm.. which one Kare Bear?"- Vicky looked up and asked.

"I don't care. Green maybe. Whatever. Let's just get on with this."- Karen said, crossing her arms as she shivered in the evening's cool breeze.

Without saying a word to each other, Vicky pressed one of the buttons and rose to her feet. Her decision was followed by the sounds of one of those stupid Halloween Witch toys as a door suddenly appeared as if it had been there all night long. It was stained a dark red color and was covered in dust and cobwebs. This strange door slowly unlocked from the inside. The two friends looked at each other in confusion, but decided that they must have made the right choice or something. It was rather odd, but this was a strange Halloween party and they assumed this was merely special effects or some shit like that. Without further delay, the college co-eds made their way inside.

!!WHAT A SHOCK!!!

The front rooms and the stairway was decorated in nothing but silly ass Halloween decor that seemed to fit a ten year olds party then some bad ass College event. Silly skeletons with funny hats hung from the ceilings, while cute ghost statues and adorable witch stuffed toys were covering almost everything. To the left of the stairs was a large banquet table covered with bowls of colorful candies and long black candles. A large Orange postcard with the words "Velcome to the Party" and an icon of a silly looking Count Dracula waited patiently to been read. Karen was actually sort of happy and relieved by the decor. She felt a little safer now, and knew that everything was going to be alright. Victoria on the other hand was starting to feel burned.


"This is some bullshit! What grade are these morons in?"- Victoria shouted.

"On come on, loose the attitude and have some fun! Let's see who else is here."- Karen said, as she grabbed the note.

"You made it. Enjoy the treats, but if you want tricks, go to the basement. The way down is through the door to your left. This is where the party is."


" That's what I'm talking about! Let's go Kare Bear!"- Victoria shouted as she grabbed her arm and took her towards the door to the room on the left.


Karen insisted that they stay a little longer, but you know how Victoria can be. All she had to do was start tickling her sides a little before she quickly gave in. What waited for them in the next room would be the beginning of their slow trip from sanity and into a crazy land of tickling tortures they couldn't even begin to imagine in those pretty little heads of theirs. Soon, tonight's Hosts would become restless...

Victoria flung the door open and walked in fearlessly. Karen sort of trembled and kind of shuffled her way into the new room. Their facial expressions were literally priceless as they laid eyes on the bizarre decor in this room when compared to the childish. Strange looking mannequins were all over the room in varies position of bondage! Two mannequins were locked in a set of old oak pillory stocks with the soles of their feet presented along with their heads. One was hanging from the ankles in a straight jacket looking thing while two others were tied butt to butt with leather hoods over their entire heads. Victoria and Karen were totally disgusted by the weirdness of the room, and had no clue what this had to do with a Halloween party. Regardless of the weird room, Victoria was still hell bent on going down to the basement, and Karen was hell bent on saying in the other room.

“Enjoy the snacks because I’m going downstairs without you.”- She said, raising her pretty nose in the air as she began walking towards the door. Suddenly, Vicky’s composure was broken by the eerie sense that someone else in the room with her. It was a strange feeling of mixed up anxiety coming for deep in her chest. She started feeling lightheaded and sort of stumbled around the room a little. Her heartbeat became frantic and her eyes were bloodshot and glossy. Then, shit got really weird.

Victoria suddenly feeling her costume began to rip at the seams and become tighter and tighter. Her eye’s widened as her outfit became so tight that she found taking a breath to be more and more difficult to do. Unfortunately, her relief came with a humiliating price as her costume ripped to shreds and left her completely naked. Way too shocked for words, Karen slowly backed away from her friend until her costume started the same process. She panicked even more then her friend as her heart thumped like a rabbit through the woods. She screamed out for help as her outfit soon shredded itself and left her totally nude. As Victoria searched the room for answers, Karen dropped to her knees and sat on the floor in a ball. She was humiliated and was never more frightened in her entire life on this planet.


“ KAREN!!!! HELP PLEASE!!! HELP ME!!!!”

Karen instantly looked up from her human ball form at the shrieks of her pal.
Vicky screamed at the top of her lungs as her body was lifted into the air and slumped over the shoulder of an invisible force. Karen could do nothing but stare in shock as she watched her friend’s naked body float towards the basement door. It looked like her body was actually resting on something as opposed to just floating in mid air, but whatever it was couldn’t be seen with human eyes. Karen took a deep breath and decided she’d do anything to save her friend. Unfortunately, her heroics were short lived as she too was lifted into the air and slumped over the cold shoulders of the invisible guests. She screamed and kicked and pounded her fists in all directions, but seemed to do little to change their course. It was to the basement for them, whether they liked it or not.

Hours later-

Vicky was the first to wake up in their new nightmare. At first, the area was far too dark to get a clear image. She knew she was still totally naked, but now had some sort of collar around her neck. The room was silent, but she could hear loud sounds faintly coming from the northeast corner of whatever room she was in. Letting her eyes adjust to her scenery brought a shocking surprise for our little co-ed. She wasn’t the only one here.
There had to be at least two, maybe three, dozen naked college women lying around the floors. She carefully slid her backside up the wall behind her and tried to balance herself out. They weren’t conscious, but they weren’t dead either. She saw that these women were still breathing. She carefully tip toed around each of their lovely naked bodies as she made her way toward the strange sounds coming from the far corner of the room. She suddenly realized that Karen was nowhere to be found, and the panic started again. She called out to her friend as she continued her trip towards the noise, but wasn’t being quite careful enough as her foot tripped over one of the women’s big boob. She stumbled over and landed on another woman with her face literally in the woman’s crotch. Horrified, she jumped back and got up again to continue.
Finally, she made it and saw a tiny window with an amber glow coming from it. Nervously, she made her way to the window and after a few deep breaths, she glanced into it and stared.


Good news and bad news. The good news was that she found her friend and didn’t have to worry anymore. About six or seven feet away from the window lied the bound body of Karen. She was tied rather uncomfortably to a large wooden table with her spine resting between her bound arms and wrists. Her naked ass was high up in the air, and her legs were tied back to where her face was. The heels of her bare feet were actually covering both of her ears. Thick leather straps securely held her waist, wrists, elbows, and her ankles to the table top, and a few straps were used to bind her thighs and arms together. To make matters worse, she had been blindfolded with some sort of weird looking Zorro eye mask that looked very tight.

“ AHAHAHAHAA AHEHAEHAHEHAE AEAHEHAEHA NOno nonono ahhaea eahea aehaeha ahehaehaehaheahe aahaea ehea heeee aehaea aheaheahea aeha haahahaha NOOOOoo!!!! Stop!! Ahehae aehaehaheaeahea please!!! I beg you!! Ahehaehahehaheaehaeaheha “

To Vicky’s shock, Karen was screaming her head off with laughter! Her bound and naked body wriggled and bucked back and forth on that table like she was being poked and prodded, but she was alone. Her head rolled back and forth as the agonized laughter poured from her like a broken fountain. She was screaming for mercy and kept begging for them to stop. Stop what? She had no clue what was going on here, but felt determined to save her friend. She didn’t have the right kind of eyes to view the unfolding scene below her. She couldn’t see the four strange looking beasts on all sides of the poor and innocent Karen. She didn’t see their long tongues exploring the extremely ticklish flesh on the sides of her ribcage and across her stomach. She didn’t see the long, snake like fingers gliding up and down the soles of Karen’s feet. Vicky jumped back as she watched Karen’s legs rise up and now spread apart to nearly the breaking point. Her ankles were rebound to the table in their new position and the laughter suddenly stopped.

“ AHaahhaaahaeeeaa… pleas…..pleeess…. you’r…. you’re killing me….”- Karen barely got out the words as she tried desperately to catch her breath. Tears from the fear and feeling of humiliation rolled down her face from beneath the blindfold.

Victoria suddenly felt a pounding vibration roll through the basement that nearly knocked her to the floor. The strange earthquake was followed by the sounds of the basement door slowly opening. The chilling sounds of heavy footsteps could be heard slowly descending into the area below. Victoria suddenly felt the urge to scream for help and run and hide, but where?!

She had no options, and every idea she thought usually ended with some sort of disaster! Out of options, she nervously decided to play possum and hope to god whatever was coming down there didn't notice.

For the first ten minutes after the pounding footsteps came to halt, there was an eerie calm and silence around the room. This made matters worse for our trembling college co-ed as she struggled to remain perfectly still. She didn't dare open her eyes or so much as move a muscle until she felt that whatever was in the room was gone. In a swift, un human like motion, something grabbed poor Vicky by the hair and lifted her up to her feet.


"AAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed in terror as she felt herself being pushed backwards and landing hard against a few women's backsides. Vicky's ankles were lifted and raised into the air until her body no longer touched the ground below.

As she struggled and screamed in agony and terror, she was taken upstairs to the unique wing of a tickling dungeon straight out of hell...

(*Below is an incredible chapter written by ShadowTklr.)

The blood raced furiously to Victoria’s ears, pounding with the percussive pulse of her rapidly beating heart as she flailed in her inverted position. The hysterical screams of her friend, Karen had begun anew, raging on with ragged, desperate intensity, but was also simultaneously fading into the distance as she was carried farther away. From her vantage point, Victoria could see each decrepit, wooden step beneath her, bend and creek with the invisible weight of her unseen captor. She looked up through her tear stained eyes to see a heavy wooden door awaiting her at the top of the stairs. It appeared to be almost alive as it bowed and yawned slightly in conjunction with the sound of shallow, raspy breathing.

Despite Victoria’s desperate attempts at freedom, her destination was far too soon reached, and the door opened with a ceremonious whine. Her fear and anxiety had, by this time, so overtaken her senses, that her consciousness simply abandoned her even before she fully crossed the threshold.

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Silence greeted Victoria upon awakening; silence – and darkness. A renewed sense of fear washed over the young co-ed as she also realized she could not move. She blinked her tired eyelids rapidly in an attempt to clear away the fog of disorientation, but quickly sensed something altogether more frightening about her situation. She was trapped; not bound as her friend Karen was, but helplessly confined.

Victoria had been placed in a kneeling position on something comfortably cushioned, however, her legs had been spread so wide, the position stretched her groin muscles taut. Being a College Cheerleader meant that her ability to perform splits was a prerequisite for being on the team, and this position took nearly full advantage of her flexibility. Her legs were trapped in what felt like tubes, from just behind her knees to her ankles, which allowed no movement. Her bare feet protruded unfettered from the open ends. Her arms were stretched out to the side of her body, rather comfortably, and rested on something hard and padded. She was aware of an almost uniform pressure on her arms from just below her armpits to her wrists, yielding no give for the bending of her elbows, yet her hands hung unsupported and unrestrained. Through the blinding darkness, Victoria’s attention shifted now to above her shoulders. Around her neck was something hard, wide and snug - not restricting her breathing - but tight enough that she could feel the unwavering solidness of its position. She was reminded of the Yoke of a wooden pillory, into which she had seen one of the mannequins confined, earlier in that very house. Her head was pressed between two flat hard surfaces against each side of her head, like being squeezed in a Vice. Holes must have existed for the fitting of her ears, because Victoria noticed no pressure against them. Movement of her head from side to side was, of course, impossible. Directly in front of her nose, the helpless Cheerleader sensed yet another flat, hard surface. This was confirmed by the faint feeling of warmth emanating from her own breath bouncing off of it and reflecting back on her face. Her breathing instantly became shallow and rapid as the fear of her predicament fermented in her tortured mind.

Before Victoria had a chance to despair too long, whispers began creeping their way through the veil of silence, encircling her head from all directions. The disembodied voices were at first, indistinguishable, but soon clarified themselves to be that of men and women chatting amongst one another. The voices, all of different pitches, moved closer and closer toward her. Her senses, heightened by the alarm of her inescapability, and impending doom, summoned every ounce of strength in her muscles toward one goal – freedom; but her confinement was so exacting, that poor Victoria’s body merely twitched impotently in her bonds.

The soft voices rested only inches from her and rattled alternately from one ear to the other, keeping Victoria’s senses in a constant state of unpredictability.
“Lovely.”
“Yes. Lovely.”
“So beautiful.”
“Quite beautiful.”
“Soft.”
“Very soft.”
“Sensitive?”
“Must be sensitive.”
“The other one is so sensitive.”
“Yes. So sensitive.”

The voices gradually multiplied until it sounded as though a stadium of people were whispering all around her. The once understandable words were now dissipating into a cacophony of incoherent hisses.

Suddenly, Victoria felt the swirling touches of something long, narrow and willowy squirming up the inside of her naked thigh. Another soon accompanied the invading touch, and the unwanted sensations they created caused Victoria to renew her desperate escape attempts. She shuddered violently in her bonds, screaming as the touches became more deliberate and calculating. The tentacles slithered and caressed Victoria’s thighs, riding up to her groin and snaking their way around her tight, buttocks.

Soon, screams of terror, from which Victoria had expected indescribable pain, were replaced by squealing, desperate laughter as the Cheerleader realized that it wasn’t pain she felt at all. It was tickling – horrible, unrelenting tickling. Only now could Victoria understand the nature of her friend’s agony as she had witnessed her thrashing cackling form earlier in her own room of torture.

AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA STOOOOOP STOP STOP!! PLEASE! AHAHAAHA ANOOOOO!

It was becoming obvious to whomever, or whatever was tickling Victoria, that her sensitivity was easily exploited by this exquisitely delicate application. Soon, the disembodied voices returned as the tickling continued without respite. They appeared to be coming from everywhere, and nowhere at the same time. The only difference was now, it seemed as though there were many voices whispering, and one very soothing female voice responding.
“Very sensitive. So soft.”
“Yes. So very soft.”
“Stop tickling now?”
“No. Don’t stop.”
“Continue?”
“Yesssss. Continue, only…”
“Make it worse?”
“Yessssssssssss. Make it worse.”

The words alone were enough to catapult Victoria into an orbital bout of screaming hysteria, but the unseen touches would soon give her yet another, much more physical reason for her reaction.

Starting from the base of her tailbone, the tentacles tickled delicately, the crack of her ass, before descending further to the hyper sensitive skin of her obscenely wide-open groin. The wiggling tips of the tentacles were so rapid, they hummed in a low, vibrating frenzy. Several more joined in as their slithery, tickly appendages swirled around Victoria’s torso like a Boa Constrictor, nuzzling and probing each rib as they ascended, before nestling their torturous tips deeply in the cupped hollows of her intolerably ticklish armpits.

GOD STOOOOOOP! AHA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA AAIIIIEEEEEE!!! MERCY! MERCY!! STOP IT! AHAHAHAHA HAHA HA HAAAA I’M GOING MAA HA HA HAAAADD!!

Still, the tickling did not cease. Victoria’s entire torso was aflame with the ravenous sensations of non-stop tickling. She eagerly tried to dislodge her head from its unyielding brace. The tickling had become so intense that she had resigned herself to losing her ears if necessary, just to be granted the ability to move her head, but she managed only to thrust and pull her cranium in an exhausting exercise of futility. Though her body could not move, her hands and feet expressed her suffering with great enthusiasm as they rotated, clenched, fisted and splayed in directionless animation to the unending tickling that racked her captured trunk.

After several more minutes of the inhuman ministrations, the tickling ceased. The tentacles unwound themselves from her thighs, torso and upper arms, and dragged themselves away from her heaving body, emphasized by several dull thuds and multiple pattering that moved off into the distance.

Victoria took several minutes to stop screaming and convulsing, even after the tickling subsided. Her body was visibly perspiring, and her chest bellowed in and out to the huffing sounds of her ragged breathing. She sobbed for mercy as she was once again, left with silence as her only companion.

“Please (gasp) someone help me. I’ll do anything you say! Hello? Hello! What is going on? Somebody let me the fuck out of here! I can’t stand this anymore!” Victoria began to sob inconsolably.

Just then, the board covering her face began to slowly swing away, allowing the dim light of the room to wash over her. She dare not breathe as she listened intently for any noise – any sound that may identify her tormentors. As her eyes gradually adjusted to her renewed vision, she saw something that would cause her to gasp again. There, kneeling before her, was her own reflection. For the first time, Victoria could see exactly how she was confined. She was completely naked and trapped in this apparatus that could have only been constructed for the express purpose of rendering the human body completely immobile.
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Her head had been encased in a small cabinet. There were large, thick screw bodies on either side of her head attached to the flat boards that squeezed against the sides of her head. The board that was in front of her face was the cabinet door. Her arms were encased in long cylinders that protruded at right angles from her body. Her legs were widely spread with only enough space between her groin and the floor beneath her to fit someone’s hand. Victoria surveyed her helplessness, and began screaming.

“Oh please, please, let me out of this! I swear I’ll do anything you say! I won’t tell anyone. I won’t tell. I swear it. I swear it!”
Victoria spat the words from her mouth as quickly as her brain could process the command to speak. She was rewarded with a long silence. Then, the sound of footsteps made her freeze in petrified anticipation.

“Don’t cry, silly girl; pretty girl; so soft; so sensitive.” The female voice cooed.

Suddenly, crouching before her horrified eyes was a woman, dressed completely in red leather. She was voluptuous, tall, athletic and beautiful. Her fingers and toes were tipped with blood-red nail polish, and her long, auburn hair draped over her shoulders in a cascading flow of crisp, shiny silk. Protruding shyly from under her thick bangs were what appeared to be two blunt tips of some sort. She was so beautiful, that Victoria was dumbfounded. She stammered to get words out of her mouth.

“Wh-who are you?”
The woman smiled reassuringly, and nodded her head as though Victoria were some sort of oddity to which she had never been introduced.
“I am many things to many people.” She said quizzically.
“For you, I suspect this form is more pleasant, yes?”
She motioned to herself with the wave of her hand. Victoria stared at her for a moment.
“Please let me out? Please?” She asked shakily.
The mysterious woman smiled coldly, and a slapping sound could be heard behind her.
“In time, after I have satisfied my desire. Perhaps.”
The woman’s expression suddenly transformed into one of sadistic mischief.

Sounds of scurrying footsteps and something heavy being rolled could be heard behind the woman.
“Ah. I see my pets have a new game for me to play.” She looked briefly over her shoulder.
Then, emerging from the darkness advanced a dozen small, horned little creatures. They appeared to be tiny stereotypes of what Imps would look like. Each one looked exactly like the next, each standing about 10 inches tall with very long, slithering tails that ended in blunt-tipped arrowhead caps.

Victoria gasped and began struggling again. The woman giggled at her plight as she motioned to her companions.
“Their tails made quite an impression on you, I see.”
Victoria’s eyes widened at the realization of what was tickling her so incessantly, and then panic set in anew.
She waved her hand again, and 6 or 7 more of the little creatures moved into the light pushing a long metal cylinder. Victoria looked on with panic as she got a better look at the object.

Protruding from one end of the cylinder was the head and hands of her friend Karen. From the other end protruded her helpless, bare feet. Karen appeared to be unconscious. The cylinder came to a stop at the feet of the red woman, and she smiled as she looked down upon it. Victoria was frantic to see her friend in such confinement. She had played many bondage games with Karen, but Karen had always drawn the line at such confinement. She remembered one time, rolling Karen up in a blanket and lightly tickling her feet. Karen had become so frantic, that she nearly hyperventilated. Ever since then, such confinement had been off limits for her. Now, here she was, trapped in a hell house in the most frightening position she could imagine, surrounded by sadists from god-knows-where. Victoria pleaded for her friend’s release.

“Please! I don’t know who you are, but please let her go. She can’t stand that. Let her out. Let her out now! I’ll do what you want…anything!”

The woman merely smiled and snapped her fingers. In an instant, Karen awoke. In another instant she was in a panic.

“What the hell? Oh god! Let me out! Let me out!” She cried frantically.

She looked up to see Victoria’s trapped form only a few feet away, and began screaming for help.
Her body humped and thrusted within the cylinder as her hands and feet pulled and cringed, but despite her greatest efforts, she was thoroughly trapped.
The woman turned back to Victoria and placed her face an inch away.

“Welcome to my Halloween Fetish Party. I’ve been watching you two for a long time, but I can only partake of those who willingly come to my domain. We’re going to have great fun.”

As she spoke the woman smiled greatly and her eyes flared brightly. Suddenly, Victoria could see a long, thick, red tail squirming like an eel behind the woman. Her panic was renewed and she begged to be let go.

“Listen, please let us go. We can get you more girls! Please, don’t hurt us. We can get you all the girls you want!”

The woman hissed happily.
“Hurting you is far too easy a task for me. And besides, it would spoil all the delicious excitement I get out of watching you squirm and plead. No. I won’t hurt you, but perhaps you’ll beg for pain as a distraction from what I’m going to do to you all night long.”

She then stuck out her tongue, which was forked like that of a snake, and used it to tickle Victoria’s nose. The young woman squinted in disgust and screamed out. The woman stopped and turned her attention to Karen who was still busy sobbing and squirming in her confinement.

The little creatures gathered around Karen’s head and smiled at her. The woman tapped on the body of the cylinder.
“Hello in there.” She mused.
Karen began screaming again and begging to be let out. The woman merely snickered evilly and opened a curved door on the body of the cylinder and peered inside at Karen’s helpless, naked form.
“Looks lonely in there. How about a little company?”

Karen looked on in a panic.
“Oh fuck no! No fucking way! No fucking way! GET ME OUTTA HERE! OH GOD, NO! NOOOOO!”

But it was too late, for one of the little creatures had shown his open hands to Karen and wiggled his long little fingers, which looked like a mix between human hands and mouse paws. Then, with a grand gesture, he leaped up onto the cylinder, and jumped in through the hatch held open by the evil woman. One by one, and with great quickness, each of the Imps displayed their wiggling, menacing fingers and hopped into the cylinder, quickly crowding it. When the last one was in, the woman closed the hatch and moved to the foot of the metal prison.

“Poor girl; ticklish girl; sensitive. So sensitive”

At first, Victoria looked on at Karen, who was panting rapidly, and whimpering. But it seemed as though nothing more was happening. But then suddenly, Karen’s face exploded with expressiveness, her mouth opened to full capacity, her hands tightened in white-knuckled fists, and she screamed like a banshee in one long, drawn out screech that crashed into a maniacal whirlwind of hysteria.

“OH GOD NOOOOOO! GET THEM OUT! AHAHAHHA HAHAH AHAHA GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT! PLEASE AHAH AH AHA HA HAAAAIIIEEEEE! MAKE THEM STOOOOOP! NO! NO! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THEEEAAAAHA HAHA HAHA HAA HAAAAAA! NOT THERE! NOT THERE! OH GOD PLEASE!”

At that very moment, the woman lay at Karen’s feet and, using her forked tongue, began licking lovingly between the trapped girl’s toes. The two halves of her tongue sought the crevices between two sets of Karen’s toes and vibrated like the rattle on a poisonous snake’s tail.

Victoria was helpless to prevent any of what was happening to her sexy friend. She could not even look away as her head was forced in its position. The cylinder rattled and twanged from the scurrying of little creatures from within as they used their paw-like fingers to tickle Karen’s naked body from ankles to neck in what Victoria was sure would kill her, or make her mad.

Karen’s head twisted as she yowled with laughter and pleas for mercy. The cylinder teetered from side to side from the enormous strain of her attempts to free herself from this tickle-coffin. Victoria had never seen anything like it in all her life. This must be what it looks like when someone is literally losing their mind. Karen’s eyes appeared to rattle in their sockets as her hands waved frantically about. Her mouth was nearly frozen open in a grotesque caricature of expressive laughter and her screams were so strained from the sensations that they sounded like that of a wounded animal crying for release from a hunter’s trap.

The woman appeared to grow increasingly excited as she relished every lick of Karen’s unprotected bare feet – tracing each wrinkle with her vibrating forked tongue. Despite Karen’s ear splitting cries and horrible torment, the woman simply would not stop tickling.
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The case continued to rattle like rats in a heated pot as the creatures maneuvered the entire length of Karen’s sensitive body, pausing to tickle her time and again without mercy, or consideration for her suffering. Their nimble fingers lightly scratched, pinched, squeezed and probed her delicate flesh. One of the creatures managed to squeeze himself under Karen’s sweat-soaked body and was grabbing handfuls of her ass, wriggling his fingers frantically.

“HHHAAAAAAAAHHHHH AHAH HAH AH AH AHA HAHAAAAAA NNNGGGGGGGGG! DOO HOOOO SOMETHINGGGG VIC-VIC-VICKEEEEEEE! AHAH AHAH HA HA HA AHAAAAAA LOSING M-M-MY M-MMIND! AAAAAAACKKK NO! NOT THERE! AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!”

Finally, after 20 minutes of non-stop tickle torture, Karen passed out. The woman opened the hatch and the creatures scurried back out.

The woman was terribly excited at this point. Her skin was bright and a sheen of moisture had appeared, which was creating visible steam that emanated from her body. She moved to Victoria with a lustful look in her eye. Victoria was beside herself and pleaded with the woman.

“Are y-you the Devil? Please. Don’t take my soul.” Victoria cried woefully.
The woman stood up, and sauntered behind Victoria, disappearing out of her field of vision. The cheerleaders eyes once again scanned frantically for something to focus upon.
“What are doing? Where are you? Please! Talk to me! Come back!
The Imps stood attentively, staring at Victoria with sadistic smiles on their evil little faces. Many of them were licking their fingers and tails after their ordeal in the cylinder with Karen. The woman lowered her lips to one of Victoria’s exposed ears and whispered sensually.
“It’s not your Soul I’m after, pretty girl.”

The realization of what the woman meant, hit Victoria in the guy like a kick to the stomach, and she unleashed a torrent of pleas.
“OH GOD NO! NO, PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS TO ME! ANYTHING BUT THAT! I’LL DIE! PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAVE MERCY! TAKE MY SOUL! TAKE IT, ONLY PLEASE NOT THAAAAAAT!”

With a high-pitched cackle, the woman placed her long, red nails on the surface of Victoria’s helplessly upturned soles and began tickling her feet furiously. Her fingers scampered about so dexterously, it was as though each finger was controlled independently.

Victoria exploded with howling laughter, reaching a crescendo of hysteria within seconds.

NOOOOOOO! Ha ah hahahaha ah ahahahaha ha aaaaaaiiieeee! HA HA HA HAAAA! NOT THE FEET NOHA HA HA HA HAAATT THE FEET! ANYTHING AHA HAHA AHA HA ANYTHING! OH GOD! DON’T! PLEASE! NO! AHA HAHAHA HA HA HA AH HA HAAAA!

The woman simply tittered in Victoria’s ear like a woman possessed as her fingernails drew swirling, random patterns of tickle hell over the soles of the poor cheerleader’s excruciatingly sensitive feet. Victoria’s energy was renewed, fueled by abject desperation, and a feeling that her mind would surely crack like a walnut if the tickling didn’t stop.

“Pretty girl; so sensitive; so soft; ticklish girl”
The woman taunted poor Victoria with the same endless mantra she had been forced to hear for so long already.

MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOP! AHAHA AH A AH HA HA AHA HA HA AHAAAAA! I’LL GIVE ANYTHING AHAH AH AH HAAHA HA AHA ANYTHING! PLEASE! NOOOOO NOT THE HEELS! AHAH AHA HA HA HA HA AAAAIIIIEEEE!

The Imps jumped up and down, with open mouths, staring with increased excitement at the spectacle before them. They ran in tight circles, jumped over one another, swirled and snapped their long tails like whips and shook their heads frantically.

The woman just continued to tickle without a shred of mercy or compassion for the obvious agony she was inflicting on poor Victoria. She panted and hissed with glowing arousal as she explored inch by hellish inch, the complete scope and form of Victoria’s flailing bare feet. She clasped her long, sinewy fingers around the heel of one foot and tickled the ankle and top of the foot with her pointed nails, dragging them from toe cleavage to ankle and back again, wringing piercing cries from the helpless cheerleader. Her eyes glazed over with a yellow tint as her pupils filled red as though blood were draining directly into her eyeballs.

“S-S-S-STTAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAPPPP! STOOOOOOP! PLEASE! AHAHAHA HAAHA HA A HA HAAAH AHAAA AHA H AA NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE! I’LL DIE-HI –HI AHHAHA HA A AHAH AHA HAAAAA!”

From behind Victoria, the woman seemed to nearly convulse with rapture as her body trembled and spasmed in concert with the inhuman cries and laughing screams she was dragging from her Victoriatim. Her own thick, vine-like tail whipped and slapped the floor behind Victoria in loud, clapping cracks. The greater Victoria’s cries for pity, the louder the woman’s tail thumped, looking like a beheaded snake flopping about in the violent throes of death.

She grabbed Victoria’s toes and held them back, straining and stretching the skin taut over the arch and ball of the helpless girl’s bare foot. She then scrabbled the very tips of her fingernails over the tight skin, made slippery by the perspiration exuding from her flesh. As the woman’s nails skittered over the smooth ball of Victoria’s foot, the confined co-ed nearly burst blood vessels in her head as her eyes rolled back behind her tightly squinted eyelids, and her lungs thrust forward with an expelling of all available air in one, superhuman push. So quickly had the air escaped her lungs that her vocal chords simply flattened from the strain and made only a frail wheezing sound.

In that instant, the woman’s own passion was reaching its own crescendo and she flapped about, straining to keep her fingers in constant motion on the poor girl’s ticklish soles. Then with a final loud thump, and a primal, guttural scream that sounded like a hundred souls twisted in agonized turmoil, the tickling stopped.

Victoria was at her wits end. She gasped for breath, and just barely staved off unconsciousness. Her face was bright red and her eyes were ill focused. She squeaked out a few incoherent pleas in-between each hastily drawn grasp for oxygen.

Behind her, was the sound of the woman, panting like a bear as her entire body twitched in the aftershock of what must have been a hell-shattering orgasm. After several long minutes, she collected herself and reemerged in front of Victoria, just as she was coming down once again from her own hellish ordeal.




“Was it good for you?”

She purred, flashing her devilishly evil grin as she struck the top of a nearby Imp to spark her cigarette. Victoria was still regaining her sanity back, and could hardly think let alone answer any questions.

The red woman turned her attention to her sleeping partner. She looked so peaceful now as she slept. She eagerly awaited her return to consciousness. Until then, she’d give her something to think about. The lady in red drew in a huge amount of the cigarette’s smoke, placed her lips at Karen’s right ear, and blew all of it directly into the inner tunnels of Karen’s mind. Even the smoke itself had some sort of evil in it! It immediately found our little lost CO-ED in a dream about an underwater hotel and a press conference gone to hell. In the dream, she was giving a speech about how dangerous an underwater ceremony was and how stupid she felt to be a part of it.

As in real life, Dreams usually are confused and hard to interpret and this one Karen was having made little to no sense at all. The smoke had taken the form of several thousand red feathers. The massive swarm swiftly flew down the hallways of Karen’s subconscious in an effort to find her. Every cooperate scum bag or underwater hotel working the swarm came in contact with literally blurred into a huge cloud of dust and vanished from Karen’s dream. Even the walls of the hallway slowly burned away and turned pitch black as the wild pack of red feathers pushed on.

“We must consider the idea of safety. I can’t stress it enough.” Karen said, feeling confident within her subconscious mind.

At the end of those words, the back wall farthest from Karen burst into millions of shredded pieces that all turned black and flickered into dust. The swarm had found their target…

Like a monsoon, Karen’s subconscious self was slammed by the heavy winds and swift movements of the giant group of red feathers. They wrapped themselves around her arms and legs like some sort of living plant and slithered beneath her clothing. The rest of the feathers slid through her flesh like bullets, and each pass through her body and out the other side came with horrible tickling effects!!!!


‘ ahahehah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh aehahea eaehaea eaheaheah Aawawhawhaw awhhhAHWHAHWHA AWAHWAWA WAHWHAWHAWA”

Karen ran off stage and threw her fists in the air as to attack the endless blob. With a sudden strong burst of energy, she was blown off the stage and slammed through the back wall.

Then, she was magically in the sky and falling a great distance downward! White fluffy clouds were all around as she descended towards the ground. It was an amazing feeling! She loved it! She loved it until she noticed what she would soon be following into! The red feathers had rearranged themselves into some sort of safety net!! As Karen’s now naked body fell through the net, it sucked her up and tightened down. She screamed with laughter and howled for mercy as the red ball with her inside it fell towards earth.

Gravity didn’t seem to have any impact now as the red feathers seemed to have an ability to do anything they wanted with their ticklish little treat. At one point, Karen’s jaw was forced wide open and her body was stripped of all clothing and forced into a human X. To her disapproval, the massive body of red feathers slithered about the dreamy sky and formed a single file line.

Waiting for the perfect time, every single red feather in the bunch followed the leader on a mad dash towards Karen’s wide open mouth.

“oooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Her eyes widened with fear as the long line of Feathers entered her body through her mouth and tickled their way down her tongue and into her body. As they made their way through with incredible speed, Karen’s insides were tickled to no end. She screamed the best she could as her body suffered one violent convulsion after the next. Unfortunately for Karen, the seemingly endless line of feathers only had to exiting choices…


“hahhhahaawhawhahwa eahehae aehaae aeha eaeha ahahaheahea Daddy!!! Ahehae Please Daddy! Please save Me!!! HAHAahahaaha ahahaa I can’t!! I can’t!! ahhwehaehahhaha ahaehaheaha no more.. No NOO!!!”

She screamed for her father as the Feathers split up the party and departed through her anus and right out her vagina. It was enough to bring Karen right back to the party.


“ Hhahahah AAHHE AEAHEHAE AEHAEHAHEAHA AEHHAE HAAAAHHH!!!! AAHHH!!!”

Karen’s eyes opened suddenly and the dream was over.

She felt for the feathers, but realized they were gone. Oh, thank god, she thought to herself. It was only a dream.

As she rose her head, she bumped into the cheeks of her best friends ass. She had been wrapped tightly in some sort of trapping hammock and hanging like a fisher men’s trophy.

“ Vicky!!!” Karen shouted, and as she tried getting up, she realized that her own ass was trapped in what appeared to be a man made hole in the floor. Some sort of safety belt locked around her waist and couldn’t be removed without releasing the iron lock. She needed a key, but where was it? Why was her rear end sticking through a hole in the ground?? Worst of all, what was directly beneath this room?


Can you imagine the fear going through Karen’s head at that moment in time? Your best friend is naked and wrapped in a net just above you, and your ass in trapped in a hole that you could feel lead into a very cold area below. Personally, I’d have thrown in the towel hours ago. I didn’t have the strength Karen had in that moment.
Against all odds, she remained focused on the fact that her friend was in danger and she needed to get her out of it. Such a brave woman didn’t deserve this kind of treatment, and should have been held up high and honored as opposed to being sucked through that hole in the ground completely!!!

Ssssssssuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk

Karen’s screams were cut a little short as she was sucked down into the hole in which her butt had hung so freely. She was gone, and hadn’t left as much as a sweat drop behind. Vicky’s body suddenly felt gravity pulling against it as she too was dragged towards that hole in the ground. Her soft flesh was pulled against the net holding her and made for a very tight fit! She almost had the appearance of being in a full body fishnet stocking as she got closer and closer towards the hole. It wasn’t long before she was gulped down like a glass of water into the unknown below…


-The unknown below-

The suction had taken them deep into the soil beneath the floorboards of that old mansion. It was here that the evil forces holding this house hostage had arrived in our world. It was here that the invasion of the best Halloween party in town had started and most of the party throwers lives had ended. The house now belonged to them, as did Karen and Victoria. The enslavement ceremony was very close at hand, and these girls would never see earth again. The lady in red watched from behind a curtain of red flame as her little army of trolls and other devilish creatures securely bound both Karen and Victoria’s bodies to a pair of wooden crosses. Unlike most cross ties, their ankles met with the wrists of their outstretched arms. This held their legs far apart from each other, and exposed their most private of areas completely.


Despite the knowledge that time was of the essence, the beast insisted on giving his freshly captured cuties a test drive. From behind a wall of flames, the woman in red cast the smoke of her cigarette into the faces of the little devilish creatures kneeling before her. She watched Karen and Victoria wiggle their little rear ends about as they made foolish attempts to free themselves.

The whispering was once again all around the girls, and just like before they appeared to be alone in this torch lit cave. The lady in red already had her turn with the humans, so she assumed the role of the spectator. Without warning, the large wall of the cave to the farthest left began rumbling and tumbling as if an earthquake was shattering through it. Huge chunks of soiled tree roots and rocks shed off the wall as a blue light began filling the darkness. The blue light started as a hole the size of a bowling ball, but eventually grew much wider then that. It ended up the size of a three hot tubs combined after all was said and done.

The whispers were now more like gasps and moans of fear as three shadowed beings slowly came into view…


“Karen, please for…forgive me.” Victoria said, sobbing as she turned to her best friend in the world.

“Don’t start that crap with me Vicky. This isn’t the end for us. I’m going to get us out of here.” Karen shouted back, struggling with the binds she found herself in.

“Promise?” Victoria asked through tears.



Before she could answer, one of the shadowed figures stepped into the cave. It was larger then the other two, and had trails of smoke flowing it’s every step. The torch in the back ground cast a shadow on the far wall that didn’t quite match what the girls were seeing. The shadow was a tornado of fire and intensity, and looked as if it would surely rip the entire cave to shreds without even trying. The smoke trails that followed this shadow man were filled with faces and screams of a million souls. Whatever it was, its presence had frightened the whispering voices away from the scene. Karen was the first to look directly into its eyes on approach. Her throat went dry as a desert almost instantly as her eyes watered up involuntarily. She couldn’t speak, nor could she move a muscle. She was locked in a stare similar to a young deer caught in the headlights of an incoming pick up truck.

Victoria had turned her head away and tightly closed her eyes. She felt its evil in her heart, and knew they were in terrible danger. She could feel the temperature rise in the cave from the very second it had walked in. By now, she was sweating like a stuffed pig. As for the Lady in red, she was frozen with terror behind the wall of flames. The red cigarette hung from the corner of her mouth as she recognized the familiar figure and the shocking surprise of its presence. This was unexpected, and she knew the punishment for tickling the offerings before him. A few of the little imps stayed by her side, but most had run for cover within the rock landscape of this creepy cavern beneath the mansion.

The figure appeared to stop directly between both Karen and Victoria. Its coal black eyes scanned their young, tight bodies and inhaled their smells. The trails of soul smoke gathered around its feet as both arms were raised towards the quivering rear ends of each woman. They had thought that being tickled nearly to death by imps and that crafty lady in red was unbearable, but nothing in our world could have possibly prepared them for what happened next…


The shadowy figure inserted both hands into the quivering rectums of both women at the same exact time. Their reactions were shocking gasps and wide eyed stares as their rear ends were lifted higher in the air. Their stomachs churned and their hearts raced as something crept its way up their bodies from the inside. Karen was the first to react as her head rolled back and her mouth opened as wide as it could go. Her flapping tongue instantly went erect and stood straight out of her mouth. It was glowing a weird shade of pink and seemed to be getting longer and thinner.


Karen couldn’t so much as gurgle out a moan of agony as her tongue reached a length of three feet long! Victoria’s tongue twister wasn’t far behind as her head was thrown back and her mouth was spread wide open. Her tongue followed the same trail as sweet and innocent Karen’s had. The lady in red would have normally been enjoying the scene had she not knew that soon after the beast lost interest in its newest toys, she’d be the next in line.

Now, the shadowed figure used his powers to actually control their tongues as if this was some sort of crazy and highly perverted video game! Karen’s tongue recoiled and rolled down Victoria’s body until the tip reached the soles of her feet. Carefully, Karen’s long tongue flicked across the soles from left to right at speeds beyond reality. Long trails of saucy salvia were left against the bare sole with each passing.

“eeeee..ehahahoooooooaaaaa… eeeeeeehhhhaaahhaahaeeee…..”
Never in your life would you have ever seen a woman laughing and smiling and in this much pain at once. Victoria’s sorrow filled chuckles were soon accompanied by Karen as she felt Victoria’s long tongue wrap itself around her waist. With each pass around, the slithery tip tickled her flexing stomach with intensity and without mercy. She screamed, creamed, and urinated all at once at least seven times every twenty seconds.

The tongues pulled away from their tickling and once again were pointing straight towards the ceiling of the dark cavern three feet above each of the poor college co-ed’s quivering mouths. As the beast retracted both hands, their tongues slowly shrunk down to their normal sizes. Karen found herself panting and feeling overwhelmed after her body had endured so many orgasms all at once. She felt like sleeping all of the sudden, and couldn’t stop her eyes from shutting. Unfortunately, it wasn’t so easy for Victoria. She hadn’t endured the physically demanding torment like her best friend had.

“KAREN!!!!” She screamed.

Her voice echoed off the walls over and over again as the shadowed beast raised the flats of his dark hands against the soles of her white feet. She turned to his face, but found nothing in return. Despite the darkness, she felt as if there were eyes staring right at her from behind the blackness.

She was a strong woman, but found strength almost impossible to find at this moment. She had no choice but to succumb to the horrible tickling sensations that began festering on the soles of her pretty feet from the second the shadowed hands were laid on them. As the smoke from his blackened hands covered her soft, peach colored soles; the terrible feeling of having the tips of her sensitive nerve endings buzzed and irritated exploded within her mind. She was the side splitting laughter type of girl and would normally spew laughter out in loud and continuous bursts until all her energy was drained out.

She wiggled around a little and struggle with all her might before exploding with forceful shouts of uncontrollable laughter!!

“ aaaha aahaha eahea ehaeha eahhae aeha You…. You’re Sick!! Ahehae ahheae aehaea Who ever you are, you’re sick in the HEAD AHAHAEHA DAHAHAHEHAE AEAH NOO!! NO MORE!!! PLEASE!!!!”

It was beyond a sickness however. The foggy, black smoke plucked her little toes backward and slowly spread them apart to the dismay of their hysterical owner!

“ AHAHAA AAH WAWHAW WAIT!1 AHEHAE AEHAEA ::SNORT:: AHAEHAE AEHAEA EAHAEA NOT THERE! AHEAHEA EAHEHEAE AAHEHAEHA AHAHA AHAHHAHA NO NO NOO NO NO PELASE NOT THERE!! I’m begg… BEGGING YOU!!!”


It was holding back the urges to completely possess this young body and suck her soul into the parade of captured spirits already following his every move. The beast knew his orders and had been programmed to never disobey a direct command. In this case, that command was to bring two female human sacrifices into the open passage from one realm of reality to another dark and twisted form of reality.

Without warning, a blanket of heavy black smoke covered Vicky’s bucking body as if it was liquid. Every detail from a single pubic hair to her individual toenails was coated in this stuff until she was completely black. The only exception was the whites of her wide open and terrified looking brown eyes. She had an expression displayed on those pretty eyes of hers as they scanned the cavern from left to right. She was no longer in control of her own body. The menacing beast of shadows stepped away from Victoria and lifted his left arm in the air with his open palm against the center of her heaving chest. Her blackened breasts jiggled back and forth as they were parted by his heavy hand.

“Someone PLEASE save me!!!! Please help me now!!!”

I could write in a mighty hero and insert him into this story right here if I felt like it. I’d have him burst through the floors of that dark cavern and rip his way to the surface. There, the white knight would see the helpless heroines in desperate need of a hero and come to their rescue with his mighty sword and his balls of steel!
He’d slice that smoking bastard in half and sent him packing.

“BACK TO HELL WITH YE, YOU FOWL BEAST!!!”

Of course, this is an Invisible Ink story, and as you may or may not know, I don’t do happy endings…

Using his arm as some sort of cannon, the beast fired several thousand souls into the thick smoke that covered her entire naked body. Victoria’s body jiggled and wiggled as each one entered her personal space. The lost souls swirled around the smoke in a panic to find a way out! As they swam around, their auras slid up and down, inside and out, and every inch in between of the now laughing and crying captive.

“ ::snort:: ahea eahehaea eahhae ::sobbing:: aehahe ahhahahaha awhahwae ahehaw aahah ahaha WHWAHWHAW HEHEHE HHYAAAA AHAHAHWHAWHA AHHA HAWAWHAWA AHEHAEHAHHAHAE :SOBBING: “


The portal back home had begun to shrink in size, but the beast was far from finished. Watching this woman chuckle like a hyena and shake like a tree drove it wild insides and fueled his evil fires. It was an unexplainable phenomena for such a dreaded torturer of mankind to be so completely fascinated with the simple act of tickling a human female! It was so effortless, yet so devastating at the same time.

From a distance of less then two inches, he examined her quivering, smoke covered sex as the souls slid across her stomach and glided between her legs. Her clit was throbbing for release despite the many orgasms she’d been forced through already. Vicky’s mind was exhausted, and her body went limp as she continued laughing her poor little head off.

Karen was starting to come to once again, but found that seeing anything around her head was almost completely impossible. The darkness was everywhere…

“::Coughing:: Vic?? Is that you?? “

She called out in the direction of the screaming laughter.

Suddenly, a voice returned the call, but the voice wasn’t Victoria.

Be Silent. It will become obsessed with making you suffer. YOU MUST STALL HIM..
YESSSSSS. WE CAN SAVE OURSELVES.
HE WILL TAKE THE BLAME OFF US IF HE FAILS.
THIS IS THE ONLY WAY.
YESSSSS. THIS MUST HAPPEN..

The whispering voices went completely silent now. Karen turned her head towards the black smoke covering her best friend from head to toe and beckoned the beast to have a go with her body instead. It was her last hope…

“You can’t TICKLE me anymore!! I am IMMUNE to your tortures! HA!”

Such a comment normally wouldn’t have escaped through her lips, but she had no choices left now. The Portal back to their twisted realm was in fact shrinking, but just not fast enough. Her comments didn’t get much of the black beast’s attention as he sent another thousand souls into the smoke covering Vicky.

“You DON’T have what it takes, do YOU? DO YOU!!!!!!”

Her lips suddenly sealed to themselves as if her mouth was coated in a unseen glue. An unseen force was now pulling her head against the wooden cross and holding it there. Karen’s eyes were wide-eyed with terror. Be careful what you wish for Karen…


Three big, hairy spiders descended into the scene from the unknown and carefully landed on Karen’s quivering body. Goosebumps immediately spread like wild fire as her soft, peach colored skin was invaded in such an awful way. Three darkish blue spiders not of this earth tickled their way down towards her inner thighs. They slowly opened their fifteen pointed legs and began to explore the quivering Human’s body.
One of them got very curious about her vagina….

Karen’s mouth was re-opened, but her eyes were sealed shut in trade.


“ooooOOOoOOOHH!!! oOhhh god!!! What the Fuck are they!!?!! Please!! Please god, help me!!!”


The itsy, bitsy spiders climbed up her quivering thigh..
While the other big spider nested in her pussy pie…
Soon, sixteen others joined in on the fun..
And now poor little Karen’s nightmare had just begun…


She trembled and struggled at first. She then wiggled her butt back and forth and swayed left to right. Those spiders weren’t going anywhere. She wasn’t laughing at all, but Karen didn’t look as though she could hold herself back much longer. Her eyes watered as drool rolled down her chin. She looked horrified, and the spiders seemed to enjoy her misfortune.

“ AAHEA EAHAEA AHAHE AEHAAAAAAH AAHAH WWAAAAAAAHHH! AHEHAE AHAHE EHEHEA EAHHEA AEHAHEA EHAEA NOO!!! HAEHA AEHAHEAHH NO!!!”


Victoria was beside herself with side splitting laughter as nearly three thousand souls glided across her body as they searched for a way out. The portal shrunk down once again. The two figures standing at its entrance beckoned their third partner and insisted he return with the women. His fetish, his obsession with making an unwilling captive spill the laughs had consumed all of him now. Nothing could have changed his course of action. This was Karen’s time to be that heroine they so badly deserved.

As the sixteen spiders played on her body, she cried mournful tears, but never laughed once. A few spiders found comfort between the bouncing cheeks of her spread open buttocks while others crawled over her bouncing breasts and perked nipples. The beast saw that she was much tougher then her cackling partner. This seemed to excite him even more…

With the snap of his fingers, it retracted the smoke screen covering Vicky and once again inserted his hand into her exposed rectum. Just like before, he would be the puppeteer, and her tongue would play the marionette.

‘OOOoooouuu uuugghhhhhhhhh!!!!”

Victoria’s tongue grew to the length of eight feet and split down the center. She groaned and grunted, but was at the Beast’s full mercy. Like eels, the tongues slithered across Karen’s body and wrapped around her legs, and headed up for the pretty white soles of her feet.

Block it out sensitive girl.
Be strong.
Not much longer now.
Yesssssss. You are doing well.


Doing well??! EASY for those whispering bastards to say! She was covered with tickly spiders, and now had two slippery tongues licking the balls of her wriggling feet. She was supposed to be doing well??!?

Time was running out for the torturer as the portal shrunk once again. Karen’s own tongue was hanging from the side of her mouth as Victoria’s longer tongues wrapped around the arches of both her feet at once. The woman in red knew that Karen was on the ropes now. Things got worse when one of the tongue halves was now delving into her most private of parts! She was working her trembling clit from left to right without a second of hesitation!

The portal home was closing further still and she had to make it through no matter what. Time was running out for the lovely lady in red, and there would be no second chance. As Karen’s head rolled back as her body endured six straight orgasms in a row, The lady in red gracefully carved through the wall of flames she’d been enjoying the show from and made a mad woman dash towards the diminishing circle. The beast watched her approach, but kept his focus on bringing his little human to her ultimate levels of sanity. He had to satisfy his Fetish…

Like a blur of red, the devilish woman flew past the cross captives and the tickling monster with speeds beyond the boundaries of our reality. A few more steps and she’d be home free. She hadn’t expected his fast moving left hand to grab her by the tail and yank it back towards him with a fierce rage and incredible strength.

“NOO!!!!” She wailed as she was dragged through the dirt. She screamed loud enough for all of earth’s people to hear as she tumbled into the rocky surroundings of this cavern beneath the surface.

It was too late now. The Portal had finally closed. The Beast’s fetish had cost him his existence simply because he couldn’t survive in this realm without refreshing himself through the portal every thirty six hours, like the little imps and lumbering invisible giants had done. As if to accept his fate, the beast lowered to its knees as his body turned to black sand. He was done for, and the co-ed’s punishment had finally come to an end. The lady in red wasn’t as accepting of her fate. She pathetically crawled towards a non-existent exit as her body slowly crumbled into mounds of burning ashes. The reddish glow they gave off was kind of romantic, and would be perfect to make out near by. As her ashes burned out, those weird whispers slowly died with her. The cavern was once again silent.

Victoria turned to Karen and for the first time in a long time, she smiled for reasons of happiness as opposed to having the snot tickled out of her. Karen met her with the same look on her face of pure relief. They survived one of Hell’s top dogs, and were going to live to tell about it. No one would ever believe the foolish story anyway, but why ruin that moment for them.

Unfortunately, the reality of that happy moment was that they were both STILL bound securely to those wooden crosses located miles and MILES below the surface. How long till help found them down here anyway? Would anyone even THINK to look down there in the first place??

Their smiles had faded away already as their overly exposed rear ends wriggled back and forth as they desperately struggled for their rightfully earned freedom. All that personal struggle, torment, and overcoming of all odds was one hell of a challenge! Now this??!! What sort of sick bastard writes this kind of thing!?

In the darkness behind the naked co-eds and all around them, several pairs of glowing yellow eyes peered at the girls from behind rocks scattered all around.
They weren’t alone in that cavern after all. It appears a few “ little things” were accidentally left behind with thirty six hours of free time on those tickling claws of theirs…..


The end.

Alternative Ending:

The walls of the cavern began to shake violently as Karen and Vicky struggled desperately to kick and wiggle the seven small bodies of the imps that carefully crawled over their legs and torsos in attempts to sniff out their most sensitive of ticklish areas. Their little yellow eyes lit up with signs of fear, and were immediately sidetracked from their tortures. From the rear of the cave, there was loud and booming sound with heavy explosions of red and blue lighting. It sounded as if it was traveling in the opposite direction of the cross bound co-eds, but luck was usually never on their side when it came to these situations. With a thud, that mysterious something was clearly coming their way and was nearing on top of them now. The imps quickly collaborated among themselves using whatever primitive means of communication they had. Their meeting was followed by the small group of forgotten imps quickly climbing off their ticklish tarts, and running back into the darkness that surrounded them.

“Ohhhh… thank god! Thank god!” Karen said, sucking up all the air she’d lost from her constant giggling and ranting.

Trying to stay positive, Victoria sort of smiled at her friend and showed signs of happiness and relief. Although she couldn’t quite put her finger to it, she just kept having thoughts of panic.

“Why did they just up and run away though?” Vicky asked her struggling friend.

“Oh, I don’t Vicky. Why? Who cares as long as they’ve stopped right?” Karen said, with a worried expression on her face.

“Awww, don’t worry Kare Bear, we’ll get ourselves out of this. Don’t be sad okay?”


“I…. I….” Karen mumbled, lowering her head towards the floor beneath her butt.

“What’s the matter Karen?” Victoria asked, wondering what could possibly be ailing her friend beside the fact that they were hundreds of miles below the surface, had been tied rather painfully to wooden crosses, and were humiliating naked in front of each other, been tickled so badly that their insides were sore from all the hysterical laughter, and the idea that fourteen little monsters were still keeping them company. What could possibly be worse?


“I have to go to the bathroom…” She whispered, lowering her head again.


“You’re such a worry wart. Come on, you think I care if you do that at this point? Come on.” Victoria said to comfort her pal.

“I can’t! I could never do something like that in front of you, or ANYONE for that matter! “ She said, feeling her teeth starting to float.

Victoria knew exactly how she felt, but in this situation she had to overcome those feelings simply because there was no other choice. Unless they could somehow break those tight little straps holding their beautiful and naked bodies in place, there was NO other choice.

“Karen, I honestly wouldn’t hold anything like this against you EVER. I’ll never tell anyone, and no one other then me will ever know. I promise you!” She said to her trembling pal.

“Promise?” She asked nervously.

“Pussy swear.” Victoria shouted.

“If I could rub against you right now to initiate our pussy promise routine I would, but you’ll have to take my word for it this time. Deal?” She asked, trying to get her friend to giggle a little and relax.

“Promise me you won’t look.” Karen said, closing her eyes tightly.

“I PROMISE you I won’t look at all.” Victoria said, turning her head away.


“Don’t MIND if I watch, do you?” A voice said in the darkness…


Both college cuties immediately froze up as chills descending up and down their little spines. Frantically, they scanned the area as best they could from their bondage positions in search of the owner of this strange voice.

“Who’s out there?” Victoria asked nervously.


Her question wasn’t answered, but the sounds of approaching footsteps could be heard all around them. In the darkness of that cavern, the group of newcomers moved slowly towards the crosses holding fresh captives. From the shadows, our mysterious guest wiggled his fingers in the direction of the imps.

((Hitch pitched squeals ))


In literally ten seconds flat, all fourteen of those little bastards came running from their hiding places and joined our newcomer happily. They leaped upward on his overly dressed figure and lovingly rubbed their horned heads against him.

The figure now watched into a lit area to reveal himself to the girls.

“Who are you?” Victoria questioned nervously.

The stranger walked directly in between the crosses holding both captives tightly restrained. Their wriggling rear ends were at his ear level, and one of them still had to pee badly. The little imps were still lovingly rubbing against this man dressed as a detective from some old Pulp comic. He had a really long, dark brown trench coat covering his figure from the shoulders to the floor. Black gloves covered his hands, and a dark red ski mask covered his face to reveal nothing about who he was, or what the fuck he was for that matter. The last piece of the puzzle was an Indiana Jones styled hat that had been pulled down to where a nose should be on his face.
In his left hand was a blue note book, and in his right was a heavy looking suitcase.

“Sir!! Please! Please help us!!” Karen shouted, seeing that he appeared to have a human like form.

“What are you doing down here…” Vicky asked, being a little more on her guard with their new friend.

“I was in the area…” He said, lowering to one knee and allowing the little imps to crawl off his shoulders.

“Ready to go home?” He asked his little freakish friends.

Vicky and Karen both turned to each other at that point, and nervously gritted their teeth at one another. Want to go home meant that HE must call that dreadful place home as well. This was not going good, and probably wouldn’t be getting any better. Meanwhile, Karen still had to pee!!!

The newcomer applied the long and detailed code into the safety latch holding that huge suitcase tightly shut. The imps looked more and more excited as the code was getting closer to completion.

“Just pee… piss all over him.” Victoria whispered softly.

“Are you crazy? Wouldn’t that piss him off?” Karen said, before even being hit with the irony of that statement.

Karen had this weird look on her face as the words rolled off her tongue. She couldn’t believe what she had just said, and knew those words were definitely not of her own thinking.

“Why did I just say that? “ Karen asked her friend quietly.

“I don’t know. I thought it was sort of funny though.” She said, smiling secretly.

Their attention was drawn towards the stranger below them once again. Secretly, he had been writing something in that notebook of his for the last few seconds. Oddly, he ignored their comments and went back to unlocking the suitcase.

Hitch pitched squeals met the opening of the suitcase as the stranger flipped the top backwards. It was such a huge suitcase to hold such little cargo, and with all the locks and security processes, they assumed it might be filled to the brim with gold bars or piles of greenbacks. Instead, six or seven ratted and tatted looking books bearing a title done in solid red on the cover of each one were sitting lonely in that suitcase. The stranger shuffled through the books in search of one in particular.

“ Vicky, I got my left wrist undone!” She whispered in excitement towards her friend.

“Shhhhhh!” Vicky said, unable to take her eyes away from the unfolding scene below her ass.


“ Ahhh, here we our little ones. Home, sweet home.” He said to his little group of friends.

He pulled a book from the suitcase and tossed it against the floor away from the crosses. Magically, it flipped it’s cover and began giving off a illuminating baby blue light from the pages within. The imps eagerly climbed over each other in an attempt to get closer to the light, and as they did, their bodies appeared to be falling into it.
After all fourteen were gone, the stranger slapped the book shut and carefully placed it back into the suitcase.

“So Karen and Victoria, are you getting sick of just hanging around yet?” He asked as he closed the suitcase.

“What the fuck are you. Why is everyone so god damned weird around here!?” Victoria shouted at this stranger in anger.

“There, there. Such naughty things to utter from such a sweet tongue. I get it, you need something to smile about right?” He asked his prisoners.

“No! I need someone to let us go so we can go back to reality! I’m SICK of these twisted games!!!” Vicky screamed, feeling her anger running wild now.

Sitting Indian style, the stranger pulled his notebook to his lap and reached for a pen in the left pocket of his heavy trench coat. He was already writing heavily with that pen before the girls had a chance to try and reason with him. They watched in shock as to the speed his hand was writing, but soon were overwhelmed with a different feeling, the feeling of freedom!

The ties that bound both Karen and Victoria slowly unbound themselves and released the girls from those terribly uncomfortably crosses. With a pair of thuds, both girls landed on their asses against the floor of the cavern. Shocked, but not wasting any time, the two best friends got up and ran as fast as their bare feet could carry them in the opposite direction of all this madness. The stranger watched them disappear, but never once stopped writing. If it weren’t for that ski mask, you’d see such an evil looking grin and an equally evil expression on his face.

The girls came to a fork in the cavern, and without even saying a word to each other separated so that Vicky went down the trail on the right and Karen went down the trail on the left.

“VICKY!! WAIT!! DON’T LEAVE ME!!!” Karen screamed, trying to stop herself from running. It was then that she realized she wasn’t in the driver’s seat of her own body, and actually couldn’t stop running if she wanted to.


As Karen went deeper and deeper down that trail, strange things began happening all around here. The scenery slowly changed from the reddish brown rocky walls of the dimly lit cavern to more of a greenish and plant ridden jungle of sorts. As she went deeper into the cavern, the rocky and hard to even see cavern ceiling slowly contorted into a beautiful blue sky riddled with little puffs of clouds.

“WHERE AM I?????” Karen shouted as she finally came to a stop. Unfortunately, she had stopped right in the center of a strange tribe of creatures in the middle of a very bizarre ritual of tickling. A pair of explorer looking types had been bound to logs on their bellies. One woman appeared to completely naked, except for a wicker basket covering her face like a mask. Her poor bare feet were less then a foot away from a large fire pit that apparently was being used to warm the soles for the next step of the ritual. The other female explorer had gone through that stage and was now tied to the ground in a Y shape with her feet bound and sticking through the doors of two different bamboo cages. Her spread legs were aching, but she was screaming with laughter!!

“HAHA ahah eahea aehahea HAEHAE AEHAE STOP!!! Heha HHAEHAEHAHEA EAHEHAEHA EHAHEAHAE STOP!!!!!! HAEHA EHHAHEA AEHAHEHHA”

Each of her feet were locked in those cages along with two wild dog looking animals that appeared to be licking the soles of her feet like there was no tomorrow.

Karen tried to run the opposite way, but her legs just WOULDN’T obey her commands. A few of the weird looking tribal folks appeared to notice her, but were too involved with their ceremony to go and fetch her yet.

The explorer with her feet being “warmed” was shouting at the top of her lungs as she felt the heat continue to build against her trembling soles. Before this stage, each of the explorer’s feet had been dipped in this wax like gel that apparently hardened when introduced to heat. Above the cages of those lick-tickling pooches were two hand carved pictures of their lovely doggy faces. It was obvious as to who ran the show around these parts.

The stranger back inside the darker portion of the cavern was still writing and writing and writing some more. His hand didn’t stop for even a second as the notebook was filled with words.

Victoria wished she was back on the cross as she had walked right into some sort of tickling wrestling match. She had run her way out of the cavern, and into some sort of underground steel cage arena in which innocent girls were thrown into a tickling fight against two of the fastest moving dominatrix TICKLERS in all of the world. They smiled at their fleeing and totally naked competitors as they gave each other a high five. Both were known as The Tickle Widows, and dressed the part perfectly. They had full body leather cat suits on that left nothing to the imagination. Wearing a pair of six inch heeled black boots, and armed with every tickling tool on the market. Four long poles running from their ribs to their hips protruded from their sides as if to be the legs of a spider. The last detail was a red hour glass image on their bellies. In an odd twist of events, the Tickle Widow was actually able to fire a large and sticky web net from their.. well.. private parts.

!!splat!!

The net hit one of the women directly in the face as she was thrown back towards the wall behind her. As her naked body slammed against the wall, another two shots were fired and quickly worked to plaster her body into helplessness.

“HELP ME JACKIE!!! HELP!!!!” She screamed as one of the Widows crawled her way on all fours.

Jackie was a little too busy trying to climb the cage walls as she escaped from the other Tickle Widow. The top half of her spandex outfit had been ripped off, but she still had her shoes on.

“ Oh no!! Here comes the tickling!! That widow is heading directly for the web bound Catherine!! Look at that expression! “ The announcer shouted.

“I haven’t seen a girl that ticklish since our last Royal Tickle rumble!!” His partner added.

Catherine squealed like a piggy as the dreaded Tickle Widow grabbed her left foot and began tickling her soles at slow and devastating speeds. Her toes wiggled furiously and she begged for mercy as she laughed.

“AHAHE AHAA haaea ehw wait!! Ahaeha ehaea aehaea ahea HAHAA EHAA EHAEA come on!! Haea ehaeha don’t do this!! Hahe aehaeae ah DON’T DO THIS!!!!”


Soon, it wasn’t just her left sole. Soon, it was her entire body. The leather glove clad hands of that devious tickler found their way to Catherine’s soft belly and hips. She hadn’t laughed like this since she was a schoolgirl. Tickle Widow slyly pushed one of her fingers up and into Catherine’s anus and began to twirl it. Normally, that wouldn’t really tickle a person, but unfortunately for Catherine, her rear end had been specially lubricated and given an injection.


“I think she’s giving up Bob!!” The announcer.

“ Geez, giving up so soon to become another one of the Tickle Widow’s many tickle slaves. Man, I can’t even imagine what that must feel like.” He said.

Victoria panicked as she watched the scene unfold until she realized her current position. Without even knowing it, she had been dressed in one of those spandex suits and was waiting in the wings for THE NEXT ROUND!! Victoria saw one of the guards and ran up to him from behind.

“SIR!!! PLEASE!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!! I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!!!”


Jackie was hanging from the ceiling as the other Tickle Widow worked on pulling her spandex pants off.

“Get away from me!!!! Get away from me!!!!” She screamed as the lower part of her costume was being ripped at the waist line.


The stranger was still writing, but was slowly down a little. He wondered if what he was doing was really fair. They were so cute and so innocent, and had been through so much this evening. Was he finally becoming so inhumane that he cared nothing for their sanity at all? The minute he stopped writing, strange things happened for Karen and Vicky.

Both of the scenes they had been violently thrown into came to a complete stop and total stand still as if someone pressed pause on the VCR. In Karen’s case, the tribe members that were heading her way were frozen in their running stances. The dog’s tongues that tickled the soles of that horrified explorer were completely frozen, and the woman’s face was locked in a contorted laughing fit.
Victoria slowly paced back and forth in amazement as she saw the ripped spandex pants of Jackie floating in mid air as the Tickle Widow was reaching for her rear end.
The screaming crowd around the arena had their expressions locked down. She was the only thing moving….


The next thing Karen and Victoria knew, they were leaping from their beds in a shocked and dizzy state of being.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!” Karen shouted from her side of the dorm.

Victoria rolled up slowly, and glanced around the room in total shock as well.

“That was weird..” Karen said to herself.

“I just had the fucking weirdest dream I think ANYONE has ever had.” Victoria said, rubbing her head.

“I may have you beat. Mine was insane!” Karen shouted back.


As they discussed their similar dreamy experiences with each other, the camera scans back and away from this dorm. We see the road that the dead cheerleaders had walked down to get towards the famous mansion. We hear the tires screeching from that lunatic truck driver. We see the house itself, and watch as the camera descends into the basement.

Once again, we find ourselves in that creepy cavern beneath that house of ticklish horrors. Those wooden crosses are still there because what happened to Karen and Victoria was still real.

Our stranger was gone, but he had left something on the rocky floors of that cavern for us to remember him. One of his ratted and tatted book was lying there against one of the bigger rocks in the area, and the words “THE DEVIL’S FETISH “ was written in dark red text across the cover……

Thanks for taking the time to read this!

oo invisible ink amazing stupendous and so unique. how ever do you come up with these ideas? i liked the alternative ending best. who would have thought he would turn out to be a nice guy? and you said your stories dont have happy endings. i also love the humour you inject throughout. i read the whole story again to catch up before i read the latest installement. glued to the screen as usual when i read one of your stories.

isabeau

Thank INK FOR ME

INK
YOU BLEW MY MIND WITH THE NEW ENDING! tHANKS FOR repostting this whole story for me bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUT HELP ME who was the strAnger broham?? im lost.
I THINK IT WAS THE JESSTER MAN!! THAT IS MY GUESS!!

I LOVE thistale man! I swer to god, I print out ALL OF YOURWORK BROHAM!!!

THANKS AGAIN

Such a sweety...

isabeau{E} said:

oo invisible ink amazing stupendous and so unique. how ever do you come up with these ideas? i liked the alternative ending best. who would have thought he would turn out to be a nice guy? and you said your stories dont have happy endings. i also love the humour you inject throughout. i read the whole story again to catch up before i read the latest installement. glued to the screen as usual when i read one of your stories.

isabeau

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You always say such beautiful things even if the story itself is so vile, so rotten, and so EVIL to it's core. You enjoyed the new ending hmm?
Just you wait until you read the upcoming story about you...
It'll post Sunday night...

Nice try Capt.

CaptainSocks said:

INK
YOU BLEW MY MIND WITH THE NEW ENDING! tHANKS FOR repostting this whole story for me bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUT HELP ME who was the strAnger broham?? im lost.
I THINK IT WAS THE JESSTER MAN!! THAT IS MY GUESS!!

I LOVE thistale man! I swer to god, I print out ALL OF YOURWORK BROHAM!!!

THANKS AGAIN

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First of many, you're quite welcome for the repost. Secondly, I'm afraid you're a little off track on your guess of that special stranger. I'm not going to give it away, but if you read the ending very carefully, you'll notice some clues that give his identity away. Thanks for reading my stuff Capt.!

Invisible Ink said:

You always say such beautiful things even if the story itself is so vile, so rotten, and so EVIL to it's core. You enjoyed the new ending hmm?
Just you wait until you read the upcoming story about you...
It'll post Sunday night...

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invisible ink i cant wait hon to read the story about me, and i know who the stranger is, that is doiing all the writing. its you wow i'm so smart and whatnot. it is you right? yes i know your stories are evil, tis why i like them so much.

isabeau

another reason WHY



HERE IS AGREAT REASON TO VOTE INK!! 1 OF THE MANY XAMPLES! TO VOTE FOR I INK

THANKS FOR ALL THE GREAT STORYS BROHAM!!!!!

detailed, intruiging and above all else... horrific to the point of pleasure, jeese you made that simulation so vivid in my mind, i could see it happening, my god... that is one story that even hell could not deny!

Beware of the Heckler...

Thanks for those nice words Heckle! I love using my imagination, and my ultimate goal is to get stories like these into the imaginations of others.
This was my first posted story, and I've always been proud of it, even though it scares me a little...

I really appreciate you saying what you did man, Thanks.

And thanks to Captain Socks for the repost! I appreciate all your support in this Golden Feather award stuff.

Invisible Ink said:

Thanks for those nice words Heckle! I love using my imagination, and my ultimate goal is to get stories like these into the imaginations of others.
This was my first posted story, and I've always been proud of it, even though it scares me a little...

I really appreciate you saying what you did man, Thanks.

And thanks to Captain Socks for the repost! I appreciate all your support in this Golden Feather award stuff.

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this was your first story?????? wow Inky i didnt know that. and good luck with the golden feather. always love your stories...

isabeau

wah... first...try... WAAAAAAAAAAH, why couldn't my first time be that good.

that didnt sound right, lol. And your welcome you deserve all the credit you can get!

First peice my ass, jks

Strange, weird, funny, straight out of a madman's mind. Yet I continue to wonder what the hell goes on in your mind, but I really don't want to know because it might be scary in there. LOL!

Cute nursery rhyme. Not really cute, because you turned a sweet kiddy nursery rhyme into a perverted adult nursery rhyme. But still hilareous!

And what a way to end the story with two different endings. For me, I prefer the original, but the alternate was interesting. And like Isabeau said about the guy in that alternative ending,

who would have thought he would turn out to be a nice guy? and you said your stories dont have happy endings.

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There must be some good in the evil brain of yours to let it be only a nightmare.