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K22 - The Execution (Dark, non-consensual, FFFF/F, sexual, language)

mch5

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This short story takes part in my TDGRID organization universe.
It include Extreme Tickling and Sexual abuse. Be aware !

Also, please note, since my native tongue is not English, there are probably quite a few grammar mistakes.
So, sorry about that.

I hope you'll enjoy it, or at least won't call the local authorities :)

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K22
The execution

There was a sound coming from far away. A noise, no, a beep, repeating, And a voice… a female voice. K22 snapped into consciousness.

K22 was a 5.6`, pale skinned and slim. Her tough looking face with big brown eyes, stared at the light above. Her long hair stored under her. Armpits shaved clean and so was her crotch. She could feel the air flowing, but she wasn’t cold, if anything, she felt warm as if the heat was emanating from inside of her, and weirdly enough, no discomfort of any kind. Her body had 6 visible spots and birth marks: 2 on her belly close to her belly button, 1 located 2 centimeters under her right armpit, 1 on the inner side of her left breast (breasts so small that, now in her stretched position, were nothing more than a little but wide bumps on her chest), a most tiny 1 on her left heap, right on the bone and another 1, now hidden on her lower back.

“Wha.. What’s going on ?!” K22 cried. She was laying on her back, naked, on something that felt like some kind of a customized medical examination table. Legs spread wide, arms stretched high up and tight, head “splinted” by her upper arms. She tried to move but she couldn’t, each wrist was strapped to the table, also her elbows, ankles and another pair of straps held her tight few centimeters above her knees. There was a small gap under each knee. Her toes were also tied with strings pulled backwards, leaving her feet exposed and immobilized.

“Let me go !” she screamed. Violently trying to break free, but for vain. K22 was pinned down, unable to move. Virtually motionless other than her ribcage going up and down with her ever growing panicking breath. “Help ! Somebody Help !” She cried.
“Good, She is awake ! Let’s get started !” A woman’s’ voice came from somewhere behind her. “Ok… Let’s see..” The woman spoke again:

“Subject: K22, Formerly known as Beverly Johns.
Age: 36
Weight: 62kg,
Marked for: Mental Impairment
Blood works and extrapolated psychological profile indicates endurance capability of Ummm… 30 percent. Some history of drug abuse.
All vital are good, 98% oxygenation. ivy in place and delivering liquids plus our usual cocktail to keep the subject awake and coherent as much as possible. “​

“Who is this ?! Why are you doing this ?!” K22 asked, trying to understand what is happening. “Shhhh… it’s ok…” said the blond woman, who’s seconds before she could only hear, but now came standing next to the table. She was wearing a white coat, like a doctor, but peeking at the gaps where the buttons are clearly shows there was nothing underneath. “I’m E67, I’ll be in charged of your execution.” Said E67, smiling and softly petting K22’s face.

“What execution?? Why ?!” K22 cried, tears flowing down her temples and down on her upper arms. “Please no! please…”.
“Don’t you remember?” E67 inquired with a soft soothing voice, “You have taken lives and sentenced to death. Well… you won’t die, but you won’t hurt anyone ever again. It will be fun!” she added cheerfully.

K22 was shaking with fear “Please… I didn’t… What are you going to do to me?”.

E67 ignored her and turned to speak to someone out of K22’s field of view “Are we good to go ? F94, please activate the GaloTSensors and cameras.”

Three, big and flat, screens came to life, above K22’s head. Showing an enlarged view of parts of her body. The most left screen showed her upper body, from forehead to under her ribs. The middle screen showed her flat belly, topped with the lower edge of rib cage and down including her now spread thighs. The last screen was mostly dark other than a row of numbers running at the bottom. The angle of the screen was in such a way that she could see everything but it was obvious that it wasn’t originally meant for her viewing.

K22 didn’t understand what was about to happen. She was terrified, “It was an accident !... Wait… What are you doing ?! What is this ?!” her panic increasing. She tried to move, to get away, What the fuck is this ?... but with all the efforts there was hardly a twitch, she was totally exposed no matter how hard she tried.

E67 spoke softly “There’s no use, let it go. If you want it to be over quickly, just relax and submit to the laughter.”.

K22’s eyes widen “What do you mean ???” she asked. “You’ll see.” E67 answered smiling, “30 percent endurance, it won’t be long anyway. Would you like an orgasm before we start ?” she asked as if offering a cup of tea, immediately starting to lightly stroke K22’s vagina.

“No, please stay away from me! Please… Please let me go…” K22 wept, feeling her heart dropping into oblivion and through her ass.

E67 stopped, a little disappointment showing on her face. She moved away, “Ok then, let’s start the Joy. But before that, F94! Get the cleaners!” she ordered, “Our subject seems to be.. loosened up”. Few seconds passed and K22 felt hands cleaning her bottom. She couldn’t see it, just feel it, “What are you doing ?!” she wept.

E67 came back into K22’s view while speaking as to the air “H15 to H18 please get in positions.”. three young and naked women, no older than 25, took position at the feet, beside the head and on the right to K22’s hips. “Where is H18 ?” E67 asked. “She’s in the box..” hesitantly, answered the woman that stood at K22’s feet. “Right, ok, we’ll have to do. Ready? let’s go easy at first, she is a Low Endurance, so.. you know, just for the fun of it.” E67 spoke to the group, smiling big.

“No! Wait!...” K22 begged. But it was too late. The mostly dark screen on the right went live with the image of her feet, and only then, just at that moment, she finally fully understood what is about to happen. She was about to beg even more when she felt 8 fingers stroking her feet, moving slowly from the base, up to her toes, then down on her ankles and up again, repeating the process again and again… and again…

“Noooooooooo! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” K22 screamed, fighting with all her power to stay in control of herself… The horror of watching her own feet being tickled, only adding to her panic.

More fingers, now slowly dancing in her armpits. K22 could not avoid it, couldn’t move her head, couldn’t stop watching the screens, now showing fingers gently stroking and circling in her totally exposed pits. “Please… Please… Please Sto-ho… “ a tiny giggle escaped her. She knew this is a fight she couldn’t win.

E67 wiped the tears in K22 eyes “Yes… that’s it… let it go…” she crouched close to K22’s head and whispered in her ear “let's replace these with tears of laughter”.

K22 took the deepest breath she could “Stop it Please ! please ! please pl..he..he..he…” her voice faded into silent laughter. Inhale… “Sto ha-ha-ha-ha… pph… Pl…hhh…” She wanted so much to speak, to beg, but every breathe she took was escaping with laughter “Please He-he-h-lp…”.

E67 stood and took a few steps back, secretly enjoyed the view. “We’ve only got started and she’s struggling to breath already.” She commented. “Let’s go full throttle!”.

The tickling on K22 feet became faster, more digging, going up between the toes, down the arcs and to the base, leaving no spot untickled. How K22 wished she could move those feet, just a tiny bit, to escape for a second… a millisecond…

There was no slowdown at K22’s armpits either, the tickling was scratchier, fast moving, as if drawing multidimensional shapes on her.

“Stha-ha-ha-ha-ha… hh… h…” (voice fading).
“Staaaaa ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha … hh… h…” (voice fading).
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…hh…” (into silent laughter)

Now the one standing besides K22’s hips started tickling her, gently, deep at her inner thighs, deeper, exactly on the protruding bone called Ischium. Using 3 fingers on each hand, 1 under and 2 above, the tickler moved methodically from side to side, up to the left around the birth mark and back again.

K22’s face and lower neck red with futile struggle, she was laughing hard, laughing almost with no sound, mouth gaping. Begging in her mind, begging with her eyes, now full of tears. Tears of laughter. I want to die! But death is not an option, just the “joy” that is forced upon her.

“Haa h… h… hp…. pph… l… hhh…” trying hard to form a cry for help with her lips, but there was no way, laughter wouldn’t let her. She was getting weaker and weaker, desperate. “Ha… He… kk… k…” was the only sounds and clicks that came out of her mouth. K22 was in hell. And now she wet herself.

The middle screen showed K22’s little flat belly trembles and vibrate while she laughed and laughed and laughed… laughter so deep, trembling broken only by the stretch of her ribs, so slightly expanding in attempt of filling her lungs with oh so precious air, air that escaped so fast, too fast!

“Hh…. H… k… k… k… H… k… k… k…”
“H… k… k… k…” (silent)

On the left screen: red, hot and laughing face. framed by her own immobilized upper arms, pressing on the sides of her head, not letting it turn or move. K22’s poor armpits tickled so fast, fingers sometimes traveling down to her, rib touching, spot under her right armpit and back. Her small breasts, seemingly, jiggling in and out of existence, hard, pink, nipples riding the invisible “waves” of laughter.

E67 addressed the tickling trio “Very good. She looks so happy…”. Walking around, inspecting the work that being done, “F94, take some ‘stills’ of her face, maybe in a couple of years we’ll send these pictures to her family, so they’ll know how happy she was.” She added, smiling.

An hour had passed and there was no stopping. No mercy, no stopping.

The two spots on her belly were trembling and bending as if trying to escape the black hole which was K22’s belly button. It was as if her flat little belly threatened to explode… or was it rather to implode, in this never-ending shake of silent laughter.

One by one, the tickling team was replaced, in such a way that the tickling wouldn’t stop. K22 wasn’t aware of the changes, she was hardly aware of anything anymore… Laughter was her world and she was Laughter. She was, silently, fading in desperation, fading in painful “joy”, fading away…

E67 kept moving between the tickling team, instructing and guiding, wiping urine, petting and touching were she wasn’t really supposed to. Part of her just couldn’t wait getting back to her room, to be alone with herself.

The tickling went on and on…

It took 3 hours, 4 teams and 1 oxygen tank, but finally, the execution was a success.

After the last team cleaned up K22’s unresponsive body, released her straps, removed the needle that was in her arm, bandaged it and put her in a more “natural” and less stretched position, they left. Leaving K22 with E67 alone, waiting for the next handling team to transport K22 to the Caring section.

E67 walked closer and whispered “What about now?”, placing her right hand between K22’s legs and the left one between her own, “Would you like an Orgasm now?” she said, half mocking half wishing. There was no response.

K22 was staring at nothing, smiling. Calm and breathing slow, a silent and hardly noticeable giggle escapes now and then. She felt nothing, thought nothing, knew nothing but laughter, For now.

She will come out of this, but she’ll never be the same again...

The end.


Mch5 (c)2019

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Comments and suggestions are welcome.
 
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I like this one. Hardcore tickling is a very fun setup and I would love to see more scenarios with more Charakters.
 
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