TickledToDeath
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The pro tickler boasts she can break anyone! Show no mercy.
The lee boasts he cannot be broken.
Bet is made...if pro can break the lee..........she gets paid for the session of she does not break the lee.......she does not get paid for the session.
The Pro: She calls herself Mistress Farah. She states her speciality is Tickle Torture. Not just tickling. She stresses hightly the term "Tickle Torture" when when talked to, the emphasis is on the "Torture".
She advertises that she is truely sadistic and shows absolutely no mercy whatsoever to any of her tickle torture victims and does not recognize safewords giving her victims breaks only when she feels or sees her victim needs one a the length of any break is entirely up to her.
She goes on in her ad, speaking of breaks, that she can "break" anyone who submits to her and make them say they surrender or give up. In fact, she lets her victims have a safeword just to hear them say it eventually but she stops only when she desires to do so. Everyone has surrrenderd whom she has tickle tortured at some point using their safeword.
She stands about 5 foot 8 inches tall with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. Built tight yet sllim but not "skinny".
The Challanger, Ben: A male in his 40's. One who was extremly ticklish practically everywhere from his neck to his feet and who made claim that he had no limits or safewords and could take the most sadist merciless tickle torture anyone can dish out and would never surrender or be broken!
The bet was that this Mistress Pro Dom could not break the Challanger.
If she did break him, he would pay for it big time!
He would be her tickle slave for a public exibition at her club every weekend for a month.
If she failed, he owed her nothing and she had to be his tickle victim for 90 minutes.
With the stipulation that he had to do everything she asked of him prior and during the tickle session, they agreed.
Farah absolutely hated to be tickled and was almost inhumanly ticklish. She thougt to herself that there was no way he will be able to endure her merciless tickle torture and she had no plans of letting him defeat her.
The "stipulations" were rather simple. He had to be tied as she wanted, which was on this large padded "X" frame table that rendered him totally motionless. She then gave him two pills. One was a potent muscle relaxant, the other, which she did not tell him, was Lasix, a water pill and she made him drink a very large quanty of water which she told him was to keep him hydrated during the session cause she planned to make him sweat or at least that is what she told him.
The last stipulation was that she had all the time she wanted until dawn or 6 am to break him and could use up to two others to assist her if and or when she wanted. He was also to be in nothing but his shorts.
The safeword he was given by Farah was "Whitewater"
There were about a dozen guests or witnesses gathered to watch the challange. Them being there was a mutual agreement to keep things honest.
All was agreed and he was tied down to the X table at 10 PM.
Straps were holding down his wrists and forearms. Another set high in the arms to make sure the shoulders stayed pinned down. Sets of straps held down his legs above and below the knees and his ankles as well all strapped down to the X frame. He was completely immobile and at the total tickling mercy of Mistress Farah.
After securing her victim, Farah disappeared out of his range of sight and retrieved a large black suit case looking crate of sorts.
It was on wheels and she rolled it on over hear his head so he would have it in view.
He lowered his brow in wonder and concerned curiosity along with a squint in his eyes.
Farah: "Oh you'll find out what's in here soon enough little man"!
The first thing she took out of the case was a gag. It looked like a small wiffle ball secured in the middle a rubber strap. The ball to was rubber and soft.
She quickly put that gag in Bens' mouth and secured it snugly around the back of his head.
Farah: "That is so we only hear your screaming laughter my dear".
Bens eyes just followed her back to the case.
Farah took out a pair of gloves and with her back to Ben, placed them on her hands.
There were what appeared like fingernails on the tips of the fingers of the gloves. They were hard plastic and looked to be molded into the gloves themselves. There was no way they were going to break or come off the gloves either.
They wouldn't and they couldn't.
The gloves fit tight and snug on her hands as if they were, well, her hands and not gloves.
Farah walked slowly on over to Ben and then once slowly around the X and stopped at his head looking down into his eyes. She smiled an evil smile that said that he was in serious trouble.
He had no clue what she had in store ticklewise for him but he would indeed find out.
Without saying a word, Farah placed the fingertips of the gloves in the hollows of his armpits and dragged them slowly down to the sides of his chest and back up to the pits again. The nails scrapping lightly yet with some pressure against his sensitive skin.
Ben broke out into uncontroled steady giggles as goosebumps rose over his entire body.
He could not stop the giggling for even a second and the tingling sensations went through his entire body yet the tickling was focused from the armpits to the sides of his chest and the tickling was very light and slow.
Farah: "This is nothing Benny. When that muscle relaxant kicks in, you have no idea how weak and ticklishly sensitive your body will be and then..........you are in serious serious trouble".
Thinking to himself that he has heard threats like this before albeit without the assistance of the muscle relaxant he still continued the thought that he could handle anything she dished out regardless.
The slow tickling continued as did the endless steady giggling slowly turning to a light steady laugh.
After 15 minutes she moved further down and with the same slow light strokes, raked over his sides and ribs over his tummy and back up to the pits then back down and around again and again in a steady motion around and around up and down covering his entire upper torso.
The giggling was now a definite steady yet still light, laughter.
Without stopping, she motioned with her head and eyes over to a friend of hers sitting with the rest of the group, all with smiles on their faces, to come over to her. She told her to get a bindfold out of the case, which she did and then she put it on Ben. She did.
The slow tickling of his upper torso continued without stopping and the sensations increased as did her pressure and his laughter and now he could not see a thing.
The slow light tickling with those plastic nails raked down his legs and over his pelvic area and his hips, over his knees, up and down his lower torso then over his upper torso raking and wiggling up and down his body. The laughing cound not and stayed a steady non stop laugh. He wanted to struggle but cound not move an inch and escape the tickling sensations.
Those nails were now exploring the inner thighs with that same slow light touch that seemed to be making Bens body more and more sensitive by the minute. His steady laughter was not loud but continuous and he was unable to gain any control of his reactions. Even with the gag in his mouth, the laughter was quite evident and he was unable to speak.
With the blindfold in place, he was unable to see.
Suddenly those nail like fingers were on his bare soles and his reactions jolted up a few notches to a hard screaming laughter as he tried to say some words but all there was was the hysterical laughing while his body was held completely still by the straps on the X table!
Now that it seemd Farah had him almost where she wanted him, she removed the gloves to reveal her own hands and nails which were real but not very long yet quite long enough to do what was needed. She wiggled and raked her fingers under his toes and on the balls of his feet and he was now wailing laughter even through the rubber ball gag! Tears were running down his cheeks. There was almost no emotion on Farahs' face as she continued tickling harder and faster!
Most of the people watching were more hard core S&Mers along with the usual B&D stuff but a couple of them said to each other that they couldn't handle being tickled for a second let alone like that.
Funny how that is.......the hard core S&M people can be beaten till they bleed yet if you tickle them, they scream as if they are being skinned alive and it's a "hard limit" for them all!
In the midst of his hysteria, these thoughts raced through Bens' mind.
'Why did she make me drink so much, does she think she will make me say uncle by threatening to tickle me into peeing myself in front of all these people'?'
'Will that so called muscle relaxant really make me that much more ticklish'?
He answered his own questions as his mind was going into overload and his wild screaming hysteria burst out of him in a new wave of insane laughter still somewhat muffled by the ball gag.
'No way she makes me pee myself. No way I will let that happen but I will never surrender to her no matter what'!
He would have said this to her but the hard relentless laughter caused by her merciless tickling would not allow him to do so.
Now Farahs right hand tickled his right foot while she dug her fingers in his pelvic and hip area known as "the pockets".
IF Ben was not strapped down like he was, he would have lliterally flown off the table from bucking so hard but he was totally motionless and was going totally insane. The laughter bellowing out of him in gails and wails! The X frame table was literally sliding back and forth on the floor!
He was using every bit of his strength attempting to break free but to no avail whatsoever and the muscle relaxant had not even taken effect yet. Soon he would not even have any strength. He would be a slab of clay and unbeknownst to him, sensitivity levels far more increased, tenfold more ticklish!
What seemed like well over an hour in his mind, passing was only 30 minutes.
Both hands now digging and wiggling the fingers into his ribs and pelvic area. Ben would be bucking like a wild horse but again the straps held him motionless.
What would be screaming pleas for mercy were held muffled by the wiffleball gag, still allowing coherent albeit low, screams for said mercy ungiven.
Farah had it in her mind that she alone will break this man. He plan was to do just that. She was hell bent on adding a new meaning to the term Tickle Torture. It was her intention to tickle him so unmercifully it would be eteched in his nightmares and brain for the rest of his life and then, when came time for him to pay up the bet, she would see and have him tickled to insanity by groups of people in her club shows!
She also planned to throw in a slice of, at least in her mind it would be, humiliation by at some point, at least once, tickling him into wetting his shorts, in more ways than one.
This especially she wanted to do to him all by herself well before she called in any assistants.
This she figured will happen soon after the muscle relaxants take full effect.
Ben was engulfed in totaly hysterical laughter as Farah went to alternating squeezing his knees and thighs to raking and wiggling her fingers and fingernails all over his bare helpless feet.
This made him use every bit of what muscle he had in him buck so hard the X frame lifted off the ground several times but his body never really moved off the X itself as the straps held him motionless and very soon the muscle relaxant will take care of what little strength he had left within.
Soon he would be far more ticklish than he could ever have imagined.
Soon he would be in serious trouble. Soon after that, even more!
Someone from the group of onlookers yelled out..."take out the gag we wanna hear him scream and laugh"!
Farah did just that. She stopped to remove the gag.
Ben was gasping for air and to regain some composure.
Now the muscle relaxants were taking effect.
When Farah resumed tickling, wiggling her fingers in his pits, he bust into a wailing flow of hard laughter and had absolutely no struggling strength. His body all but totally limp and the straps just held him even more motionless!
Ben was screaming in hysteria and the small crowd of onlookers were just about cheering and chanting for Farah to " make him pee"!
What seemed like an eternity thus far( or at least hours) was a passing of only an hour.
Just the begining thought Farah. She thought correctly.
Ben was a slab of clay. Strapped to the X frame motionless amidst his own uncontrolable and relentless hysterical laughter. Tears pouring from his eyes down his cheeks.
Farah dug her wiggling fingers in his hips!
A new wave of hard laughter streamed out of Ben.....
"AHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOAGODPLELLAHAHAHEEEZEHEHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHSTAAHPAAPAA
PAAAHAHALLEEEZEPAHASHSPSEHEHAAOHEHEHEOPLESESTAPAPAHAHAHAHAHAAAA....."!
The first actual words made it past the waves of hysteria and brought cheers from the gallery and making Farah tickle faster and harder!
Mistress Farah, a self proclaimed "Mistress" although she was 'tagged" with that throughout her early to recent adulthood because of her dark personality. That prsonality showed itself even in late childhood throughout her teens! One could say she was 'born' that way.
She had a history fueled by her passions. Specifically, she had an obsession with tickling people.
Not just your average normal obsession but one that ran deep and throughout her almost to the point of fault and ABNORMALITY. It was not mere playful tickles and 'coochie coos'. Oh no, it was far more than that. She truely LOVED to tickle people to the point of madness and insanity.
She LOVED to 'tickle torture' people unmercifully regardless of how much they begged and pleaded for her to stop and or how they felt about being tickled. The more ticklish a person was, the more and longer she would tickle.
She would be almost detatched from reality when tickling someone. Almost posessed with pure evil and tickled with that same attitude and personality, for lack of a better description. That was putting it quite mildly. She 'fed' off of hysterical suffering producing seratonin and other endorphins flowing through her brain and body, mind and soul too for that matter! Even though she was safe, it seemed as if she had a total detached disregard for the victim she was tickling or has tickled in the past. The more they begged the more she got into it and the more intense the tickling got. A reckless abandon she appeared to have when it came to tickling. She was like an escapee from some insane asylum who was committed there for "criminal tickle torture" at a "psychotic" level!
Normally at this point, Ben would have been bucking and struggling so hard and furious, he may have tipped the X contraption over but not this time. Not with the potent muscle relaxants working its magic turning his muscle into jelly. His strength into complete mouselike weakness.
The only "breaks" Farah gave Ben up to this point were very brief stoppages to allow him to catch his breath and to remove the gag and to change tickle spots...etc. otherwise, the tickling was relentless for now almost 90 minutes.
Farah dug into his hips and pocket areas again and again and up to his lower ribs back and forth over and over and his screaming hysteria just seemed to grow minute by minute. His begging ignored.
The weakness was now taking even more affect as Ben felt a "different sensation" taking over.
Seeing this more clearly, Farah took position at the pits and wiggled her fingers wildly therein.
Bens lard laughter resumed and continuted.
Farah: "Hmmmmm, what will make you release that pent up energy Benny boy, huh"?!
"Will it be the pits here or shall I head back on down to those ticklish feet of yours, huh little man"?!
"Maybe I should make you release something else first to really take you off the scale of sensitivity, what do ya think of that, huh Benjamin"?
Ben could not believe how much more ticklish he was then usual and could not muster a response, not that Farah was expectiing one.
He was already insane with laughter and believing he could not possibly become any more ticklish until she said that and thought to himself, amidst his insanity of laughter, 'oh my god, if she made that happen I would go totally out of my mind and may not be able to withstand that'!
Farah: "Yeah, I think we should do just that to you little boy Benny"!
Farah motioned to Bens girlfriend who knew exactly what was needed of her.
She reached into her bag and pulled out this neck massager. It had two large nipple like rubber massagers at the end of a wand.
Bens' eyes opened wide and buldged out knowing exactly what this aparatus was.
Ben: NO! DON'T you Fricking DARE......NOOOOO!
Bens' girlfriend dared. She plugged in the massager and placed the rubber nipple nobs on the under shaft of his penis and went to work only having to press down and slightly move it up and down his undershaft.
She instructed Farah to very slowly tickle Bens' toes and the area just under his toes. She did as asked.
It did not take all that long, roughly 5 minutes or so, to cause the "eruption" afterwhich Bens gf yelled out.........."watch this"!
She then told Farah to really tickle hard now and she did..........
Ben, exploded into wild screaming insane hysterical laughter!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHW
WAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA
WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAA..."!
Now they both were tickling him relentlessly with the motive to make him loose control. His GF digging in his sides and hips while Farah raked and wiggled her fingers over evey inch of his feet! Ben was going insane approaching that loss of control they so wanted to see happen!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHASSTAPAPPLEASEIMGOOAPEPEEEEHEHPPLEASEHAHAHPLEASEH
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA"
Finally it happened........! Bens bladder bust letting loose its liquid contents and everyone cheered and the tickling continued even after he was empty which took some time too!
Begging was no longer possible as the hysterical laughter totally engulfed him!
He was a babbling laughing mess of hysteria and they continued to tickle him non stop.
Would it ever end?
The ladies invited other women wo come up and join them and three others did just that!
Fingers of 5 ladies were now covering Ben from his underarms to his feet and every ticklsih spot between as nothing on his body was left untickled!
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOMOREOHAHAHASPLEAHSHA
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHTHAPAPAHAHAPHAPHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOMORHAHAHAHAHANONONHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Farah yelled out "don't stop until he says the safeword no matter what"!
The ladies complied with the order.
Ben did not want to loose this bet nor did he desire to, for the first time in his life, surrender and use a safeword but he was going totally out of his mind!
Tears were pouring out of his eyes. The combination of the muscle relaxants along with total weakness from the laughing and the bondage he was kept him totally motionless. He was no longer rational and the hysterical laughter bellowed from hiim as 5 ladies tickled him relentlessly with no intention of stopping until they heard what they wanted to hear.
That and they didn't want to stop anyway. The grins, evil grins on their faces said it all.
They were enjoying themselves!
The only time they stopped tickling was for a brief few seconds to allow Ben to take in a breath and they would quickly resume their unmerciful relentless tickling!
Another 40 minutes passed and Ben was about to give up and give in!
"AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOOOMORREHAHAHAHAHANONMOREHHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASE NOMOREHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOJKAAHAAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHOKHAAHAHAHAHWHATAHHAHSEHEHEHEWATHEEHHAAHWHATEHAHAHAHAHWHGHHHEHAHAHA
HAHAHAHWHITEEHAHAHWASDDHDAHAHDWHITEWATERWHITEWWATERHAHAHAHAWHITEWATEHEHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA"!
Finally it ended to a roar from the onlookers and high fives' to all the ladies taking part.
The lee boasts he cannot be broken.
Bet is made...if pro can break the lee..........she gets paid for the session of she does not break the lee.......she does not get paid for the session.
The Pro: She calls herself Mistress Farah. She states her speciality is Tickle Torture. Not just tickling. She stresses hightly the term "Tickle Torture" when when talked to, the emphasis is on the "Torture".
She advertises that she is truely sadistic and shows absolutely no mercy whatsoever to any of her tickle torture victims and does not recognize safewords giving her victims breaks only when she feels or sees her victim needs one a the length of any break is entirely up to her.
She goes on in her ad, speaking of breaks, that she can "break" anyone who submits to her and make them say they surrender or give up. In fact, she lets her victims have a safeword just to hear them say it eventually but she stops only when she desires to do so. Everyone has surrrenderd whom she has tickle tortured at some point using their safeword.
She stands about 5 foot 8 inches tall with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. Built tight yet sllim but not "skinny".
The Challanger, Ben: A male in his 40's. One who was extremly ticklish practically everywhere from his neck to his feet and who made claim that he had no limits or safewords and could take the most sadist merciless tickle torture anyone can dish out and would never surrender or be broken!
The bet was that this Mistress Pro Dom could not break the Challanger.
If she did break him, he would pay for it big time!
He would be her tickle slave for a public exibition at her club every weekend for a month.
If she failed, he owed her nothing and she had to be his tickle victim for 90 minutes.
With the stipulation that he had to do everything she asked of him prior and during the tickle session, they agreed.
Farah absolutely hated to be tickled and was almost inhumanly ticklish. She thougt to herself that there was no way he will be able to endure her merciless tickle torture and she had no plans of letting him defeat her.
The "stipulations" were rather simple. He had to be tied as she wanted, which was on this large padded "X" frame table that rendered him totally motionless. She then gave him two pills. One was a potent muscle relaxant, the other, which she did not tell him, was Lasix, a water pill and she made him drink a very large quanty of water which she told him was to keep him hydrated during the session cause she planned to make him sweat or at least that is what she told him.
The last stipulation was that she had all the time she wanted until dawn or 6 am to break him and could use up to two others to assist her if and or when she wanted. He was also to be in nothing but his shorts.
The safeword he was given by Farah was "Whitewater"
There were about a dozen guests or witnesses gathered to watch the challange. Them being there was a mutual agreement to keep things honest.
All was agreed and he was tied down to the X table at 10 PM.
Straps were holding down his wrists and forearms. Another set high in the arms to make sure the shoulders stayed pinned down. Sets of straps held down his legs above and below the knees and his ankles as well all strapped down to the X frame. He was completely immobile and at the total tickling mercy of Mistress Farah.
After securing her victim, Farah disappeared out of his range of sight and retrieved a large black suit case looking crate of sorts.
It was on wheels and she rolled it on over hear his head so he would have it in view.
He lowered his brow in wonder and concerned curiosity along with a squint in his eyes.
Farah: "Oh you'll find out what's in here soon enough little man"!
The first thing she took out of the case was a gag. It looked like a small wiffle ball secured in the middle a rubber strap. The ball to was rubber and soft.
She quickly put that gag in Bens' mouth and secured it snugly around the back of his head.
Farah: "That is so we only hear your screaming laughter my dear".
Bens eyes just followed her back to the case.
Farah took out a pair of gloves and with her back to Ben, placed them on her hands.
There were what appeared like fingernails on the tips of the fingers of the gloves. They were hard plastic and looked to be molded into the gloves themselves. There was no way they were going to break or come off the gloves either.
They wouldn't and they couldn't.
The gloves fit tight and snug on her hands as if they were, well, her hands and not gloves.
Farah walked slowly on over to Ben and then once slowly around the X and stopped at his head looking down into his eyes. She smiled an evil smile that said that he was in serious trouble.
He had no clue what she had in store ticklewise for him but he would indeed find out.
Without saying a word, Farah placed the fingertips of the gloves in the hollows of his armpits and dragged them slowly down to the sides of his chest and back up to the pits again. The nails scrapping lightly yet with some pressure against his sensitive skin.
Ben broke out into uncontroled steady giggles as goosebumps rose over his entire body.
He could not stop the giggling for even a second and the tingling sensations went through his entire body yet the tickling was focused from the armpits to the sides of his chest and the tickling was very light and slow.
Farah: "This is nothing Benny. When that muscle relaxant kicks in, you have no idea how weak and ticklishly sensitive your body will be and then..........you are in serious serious trouble".
Thinking to himself that he has heard threats like this before albeit without the assistance of the muscle relaxant he still continued the thought that he could handle anything she dished out regardless.
The slow tickling continued as did the endless steady giggling slowly turning to a light steady laugh.
After 15 minutes she moved further down and with the same slow light strokes, raked over his sides and ribs over his tummy and back up to the pits then back down and around again and again in a steady motion around and around up and down covering his entire upper torso.
The giggling was now a definite steady yet still light, laughter.
Without stopping, she motioned with her head and eyes over to a friend of hers sitting with the rest of the group, all with smiles on their faces, to come over to her. She told her to get a bindfold out of the case, which she did and then she put it on Ben. She did.
The slow tickling of his upper torso continued without stopping and the sensations increased as did her pressure and his laughter and now he could not see a thing.
The slow light tickling with those plastic nails raked down his legs and over his pelvic area and his hips, over his knees, up and down his lower torso then over his upper torso raking and wiggling up and down his body. The laughing cound not and stayed a steady non stop laugh. He wanted to struggle but cound not move an inch and escape the tickling sensations.
Those nails were now exploring the inner thighs with that same slow light touch that seemed to be making Bens body more and more sensitive by the minute. His steady laughter was not loud but continuous and he was unable to gain any control of his reactions. Even with the gag in his mouth, the laughter was quite evident and he was unable to speak.
With the blindfold in place, he was unable to see.
Suddenly those nail like fingers were on his bare soles and his reactions jolted up a few notches to a hard screaming laughter as he tried to say some words but all there was was the hysterical laughing while his body was held completely still by the straps on the X table!
Now that it seemd Farah had him almost where she wanted him, she removed the gloves to reveal her own hands and nails which were real but not very long yet quite long enough to do what was needed. She wiggled and raked her fingers under his toes and on the balls of his feet and he was now wailing laughter even through the rubber ball gag! Tears were running down his cheeks. There was almost no emotion on Farahs' face as she continued tickling harder and faster!
Most of the people watching were more hard core S&Mers along with the usual B&D stuff but a couple of them said to each other that they couldn't handle being tickled for a second let alone like that.
Funny how that is.......the hard core S&M people can be beaten till they bleed yet if you tickle them, they scream as if they are being skinned alive and it's a "hard limit" for them all!
In the midst of his hysteria, these thoughts raced through Bens' mind.
'Why did she make me drink so much, does she think she will make me say uncle by threatening to tickle me into peeing myself in front of all these people'?'
'Will that so called muscle relaxant really make me that much more ticklish'?
He answered his own questions as his mind was going into overload and his wild screaming hysteria burst out of him in a new wave of insane laughter still somewhat muffled by the ball gag.
'No way she makes me pee myself. No way I will let that happen but I will never surrender to her no matter what'!
He would have said this to her but the hard relentless laughter caused by her merciless tickling would not allow him to do so.
Now Farahs right hand tickled his right foot while she dug her fingers in his pelvic and hip area known as "the pockets".
IF Ben was not strapped down like he was, he would have lliterally flown off the table from bucking so hard but he was totally motionless and was going totally insane. The laughter bellowing out of him in gails and wails! The X frame table was literally sliding back and forth on the floor!
He was using every bit of his strength attempting to break free but to no avail whatsoever and the muscle relaxant had not even taken effect yet. Soon he would not even have any strength. He would be a slab of clay and unbeknownst to him, sensitivity levels far more increased, tenfold more ticklish!
What seemed like well over an hour in his mind, passing was only 30 minutes.
Both hands now digging and wiggling the fingers into his ribs and pelvic area. Ben would be bucking like a wild horse but again the straps held him motionless.
What would be screaming pleas for mercy were held muffled by the wiffleball gag, still allowing coherent albeit low, screams for said mercy ungiven.
Farah had it in her mind that she alone will break this man. He plan was to do just that. She was hell bent on adding a new meaning to the term Tickle Torture. It was her intention to tickle him so unmercifully it would be eteched in his nightmares and brain for the rest of his life and then, when came time for him to pay up the bet, she would see and have him tickled to insanity by groups of people in her club shows!
She also planned to throw in a slice of, at least in her mind it would be, humiliation by at some point, at least once, tickling him into wetting his shorts, in more ways than one.
This especially she wanted to do to him all by herself well before she called in any assistants.
This she figured will happen soon after the muscle relaxants take full effect.
Ben was engulfed in totaly hysterical laughter as Farah went to alternating squeezing his knees and thighs to raking and wiggling her fingers and fingernails all over his bare helpless feet.
This made him use every bit of what muscle he had in him buck so hard the X frame lifted off the ground several times but his body never really moved off the X itself as the straps held him motionless and very soon the muscle relaxant will take care of what little strength he had left within.
Soon he would be far more ticklish than he could ever have imagined.
Soon he would be in serious trouble. Soon after that, even more!
Someone from the group of onlookers yelled out..."take out the gag we wanna hear him scream and laugh"!
Farah did just that. She stopped to remove the gag.
Ben was gasping for air and to regain some composure.
Now the muscle relaxants were taking effect.
When Farah resumed tickling, wiggling her fingers in his pits, he bust into a wailing flow of hard laughter and had absolutely no struggling strength. His body all but totally limp and the straps just held him even more motionless!
Ben was screaming in hysteria and the small crowd of onlookers were just about cheering and chanting for Farah to " make him pee"!
What seemed like an eternity thus far( or at least hours) was a passing of only an hour.
Just the begining thought Farah. She thought correctly.
Ben was a slab of clay. Strapped to the X frame motionless amidst his own uncontrolable and relentless hysterical laughter. Tears pouring from his eyes down his cheeks.
Farah dug her wiggling fingers in his hips!
A new wave of hard laughter streamed out of Ben.....
"AHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOAGODPLELLAHAHAHEEEZEHEHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHSTAAHPAAPAA
PAAAHAHALLEEEZEPAHASHSPSEHEHAAOHEHEHEOPLESESTAPAPAHAHAHAHAHAAAA....."!
The first actual words made it past the waves of hysteria and brought cheers from the gallery and making Farah tickle faster and harder!
Mistress Farah, a self proclaimed "Mistress" although she was 'tagged" with that throughout her early to recent adulthood because of her dark personality. That prsonality showed itself even in late childhood throughout her teens! One could say she was 'born' that way.
She had a history fueled by her passions. Specifically, she had an obsession with tickling people.
Not just your average normal obsession but one that ran deep and throughout her almost to the point of fault and ABNORMALITY. It was not mere playful tickles and 'coochie coos'. Oh no, it was far more than that. She truely LOVED to tickle people to the point of madness and insanity.
She LOVED to 'tickle torture' people unmercifully regardless of how much they begged and pleaded for her to stop and or how they felt about being tickled. The more ticklish a person was, the more and longer she would tickle.
She would be almost detatched from reality when tickling someone. Almost posessed with pure evil and tickled with that same attitude and personality, for lack of a better description. That was putting it quite mildly. She 'fed' off of hysterical suffering producing seratonin and other endorphins flowing through her brain and body, mind and soul too for that matter! Even though she was safe, it seemed as if she had a total detached disregard for the victim she was tickling or has tickled in the past. The more they begged the more she got into it and the more intense the tickling got. A reckless abandon she appeared to have when it came to tickling. She was like an escapee from some insane asylum who was committed there for "criminal tickle torture" at a "psychotic" level!
Normally at this point, Ben would have been bucking and struggling so hard and furious, he may have tipped the X contraption over but not this time. Not with the potent muscle relaxants working its magic turning his muscle into jelly. His strength into complete mouselike weakness.
The only "breaks" Farah gave Ben up to this point were very brief stoppages to allow him to catch his breath and to remove the gag and to change tickle spots...etc. otherwise, the tickling was relentless for now almost 90 minutes.
Farah dug into his hips and pocket areas again and again and up to his lower ribs back and forth over and over and his screaming hysteria just seemed to grow minute by minute. His begging ignored.
The weakness was now taking even more affect as Ben felt a "different sensation" taking over.
Seeing this more clearly, Farah took position at the pits and wiggled her fingers wildly therein.
Bens lard laughter resumed and continuted.
Farah: "Hmmmmm, what will make you release that pent up energy Benny boy, huh"?!
"Will it be the pits here or shall I head back on down to those ticklish feet of yours, huh little man"?!
"Maybe I should make you release something else first to really take you off the scale of sensitivity, what do ya think of that, huh Benjamin"?
Ben could not believe how much more ticklish he was then usual and could not muster a response, not that Farah was expectiing one.
He was already insane with laughter and believing he could not possibly become any more ticklish until she said that and thought to himself, amidst his insanity of laughter, 'oh my god, if she made that happen I would go totally out of my mind and may not be able to withstand that'!
Farah: "Yeah, I think we should do just that to you little boy Benny"!
Farah motioned to Bens girlfriend who knew exactly what was needed of her.
She reached into her bag and pulled out this neck massager. It had two large nipple like rubber massagers at the end of a wand.
Bens' eyes opened wide and buldged out knowing exactly what this aparatus was.
Ben: NO! DON'T you Fricking DARE......NOOOOO!
Bens' girlfriend dared. She plugged in the massager and placed the rubber nipple nobs on the under shaft of his penis and went to work only having to press down and slightly move it up and down his undershaft.
She instructed Farah to very slowly tickle Bens' toes and the area just under his toes. She did as asked.
It did not take all that long, roughly 5 minutes or so, to cause the "eruption" afterwhich Bens gf yelled out.........."watch this"!
She then told Farah to really tickle hard now and she did..........
Ben, exploded into wild screaming insane hysterical laughter!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHW
WAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA
WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAA..."!
Now they both were tickling him relentlessly with the motive to make him loose control. His GF digging in his sides and hips while Farah raked and wiggled her fingers over evey inch of his feet! Ben was going insane approaching that loss of control they so wanted to see happen!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHASSTAPAPPLEASEIMGOOAPEPEEEEHEHPPLEASEHAHAHPLEASEH
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA"
Finally it happened........! Bens bladder bust letting loose its liquid contents and everyone cheered and the tickling continued even after he was empty which took some time too!
Begging was no longer possible as the hysterical laughter totally engulfed him!
He was a babbling laughing mess of hysteria and they continued to tickle him non stop.
Would it ever end?
The ladies invited other women wo come up and join them and three others did just that!
Fingers of 5 ladies were now covering Ben from his underarms to his feet and every ticklsih spot between as nothing on his body was left untickled!
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOMOREOHAHAHASPLEAHSHA
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHTHAPAPAHAHAPHAPHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOMORHAHAHAHAHANONONHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Farah yelled out "don't stop until he says the safeword no matter what"!
The ladies complied with the order.
Ben did not want to loose this bet nor did he desire to, for the first time in his life, surrender and use a safeword but he was going totally out of his mind!
Tears were pouring out of his eyes. The combination of the muscle relaxants along with total weakness from the laughing and the bondage he was kept him totally motionless. He was no longer rational and the hysterical laughter bellowed from hiim as 5 ladies tickled him relentlessly with no intention of stopping until they heard what they wanted to hear.
That and they didn't want to stop anyway. The grins, evil grins on their faces said it all.
They were enjoying themselves!
The only time they stopped tickling was for a brief few seconds to allow Ben to take in a breath and they would quickly resume their unmerciful relentless tickling!
Another 40 minutes passed and Ben was about to give up and give in!
"AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOOOMORREHAHAHAHAHANONMOREHHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASE NOMOREHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOJKAAHAAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHOKHAAHAHAHAHWHATAHHAHSEHEHEHEWATHEEHHAAHWHATEHAHAHAHAHWHGHHHEHAHAHA
HAHAHAHWHITEEHAHAHWASDDHDAHAHDWHITEWATERWHITEWWATERHAHAHAHAWHITEWATEHEHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA"!
Finally it ended to a roar from the onlookers and high fives' to all the ladies taking part.
How about a follow-up story detailing Ben`s adventures at Mistress Farah`s exhibitions? 
