This story was commissioned from me by Ticklestoryread. It's based off of a previous story of mine, Read Before Signing, where we explore the fates of women unfortunate enough to get sent to tickle hell.
It ended up being a tad bit longer than normal, so I had to break it up into two parts to meet this site's character post limit.
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"Anybody new in for you yet?" The soft clacking of a can of soda being placed on the break room table accompanied the question. Mikelle didn't remember asking Gwyneth to pick up anything from her coffee run, but she appreciated it nonetheless.
"Thanks. And no. I'm taking a break and watching Sera work right now." Mikelle motioned to the laptop sitting on the table in front of her. Displayed on it was a video feed of a muscular Adonis of a man tied standing to an x-frame. Kneeling in front of him for the purpose of giving him a blowjob was a divinely beautiful angel, Mikelle and Gwyneth's sister Seraphina. Despite having her back to the camera, Seraphina's wavy blonde hair cascading down her back to her waistline and large white feathered wings didn't in the least conceal her perfectly shaped E-cup breasts or that she only had t-back panties on. Both of the angels could appreciate watching a true master at work. Seraphina's skillful use of her wings, mouth, tongue, and fingers made her unparalleled at granting sexual pleasure to man and woman alike.
Paradoxically, the man's reaction to receiving the best blowjob he was ever going to experience from the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen wasn't one of happiness. He was desperately begging the angel to stop with tears of agony streaming down his face. The reaction only provoked a small smile out of the angel servicing him and an increase in her tempo, which in turns caused more frenzied struggling and begging.
"Sera took away his ability to orgasm. No matter what she does to him he'll only ever get edged by it," Mikelle explained with a chuckle. "Guess he was some sort of womanizer or something. I hope he had his fill of women in life, cause I don't think Sera plans on letting him cum ever again."
"She always was fond of that sort of thing."
The two angels watched the show for a while longer. Neither of them were as specialized in sexual torture as their sister was, but screams were screams. Watching a human suffering the tortures they hated the most was a treat that never got old to them. Even if the method of torture wasn't strictly to their preference they could still appreciate the sight of a mortal being forced to new depths of misery.
Mikelle understood that it wasn't typical for an angel to so thoroughly enjoy people's suffering like that, but they weren't really angels to begin with. She and her sisters were instead demons who'd been created in the image of angels as a bit of a joke, a way of getting their victims' hopes up purely so it hurt all the more when they started working in earnest. Their master, the demon who had created them, had brought them into existence for the express purpose of torturing humans unfortunate enough to be sent to one of the hells it ruled over. While the three sisters had been granted enough free will to have their favorite methods of torture, they stood united in the belief that anything was good if it earned them those musical screams.
"...Gwyn. You got something on your cheek."
"Ah, thanks." Gwyneth brought a hand up to wipe away the offending fleck of blood. The tall angel didn't have the same overwhelming erotic allure that Seraphina boasted, but no one could say she was any less beautiful. Gwyneth had been designed with D-cup breasts, a sharp face, short cropped flaming red hair, and fit figure that made her come across more as a striking warrior princess than a seductress. Mikelle didn't like Gwyneth's hell of blades and brass knuckles as much Seraphina's realm of converting pleasure into suffering. It was so... smelly. It was still a fun place to visit, she just didn't like how the stench of blood clung to her through the next couple baths.
"Oh! Looks like break time's over." A pop up in the corner of the screen informed Mikelle that several humans had just been sentenced to the hell she was in charge of. "Huh, three at once. That's rare."
Of the three sisters, Mikelle's realm of endless tickling was the one that saw the fewest new prisoners. Being tickle tortured wasn't as commonly feared as the violent punishment Gwyneth dished out or Seraphina's sexual abuse, after all. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had multiple come in in such a short interval that she was notified of them all at the same time.
Mikelle had always wondered if her appearance had been designed to contrast her tastes on purpose. Despite their master's claims that it had let them come to their own favorite methods of torture naturally, it was odd that the angel sculpted to be an ice queen was the one who'd shaped the hell she ruled over into one of echoing laughter and endless smiles. Platinum-silver hair that fell straight to her shoulders, grey eyes, and a face that almost never showed any emotions didn't point towards what was in store for her victims as well as her sisters' features did. At least her master hadn't been cruel enough to make her any less pleasing to the eye on top of that. Mikelle was confident that her slender frame, B-cup breasts, and regal, graceful movements were none the lesser compared to her sisters'.
"Want me to help? It's been a while since I got to play at tickling fresh meat." Gwyneth offered. Mikelle smiled at the idea. While she enjoyed visiting Gwyneth and Seraphina's domains she rarely had such a good opportunity to entertain guests herself.
"Sure. Let's call Seraphina too. We'll take one each."
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Victoria felt like she should be groggy right now. Last the 34-year-old manager remembered, she'd been in the middle of a business meeting with one of her company's competitors. She'd figured out that her wine had been drugged a little too late and had used the last of her strength cursing the smirking elderly man sitting across from her before she'd passed out.
But rather than slowly waking up with a headache like she'd seen in movies, the next thing Victoria knew she was sitting in the middle of some sort of curtained enclosure. Bright red curtains formed a square to block out everything around her, leaving only a cloudless blue sky visible directly above her. Attempting to pull back the curtains to see past them was impossible. Her captors had locked her in a pair of medieval Renfaire stocks while she'd been unconscious. Victoria was sitting in a study wooden chair that'd been bolted to the concrete below, her feet were locked in the padded wooden stocks in front of her, and her arms were bound above her head to a beam extending up above the back of her chair.
A blush of mortification spread across Victoria's cheeks. That old bastard hadn't just kidnapped and tied her up, he'd had her stripped naked in the process. A series of leather straps around her chest and waist that served to accentuate rather than hide her DD sized breasts and bare pussy were the closest things to clothes she'd been afforded.
"I suppose that's enough time to let you get acquainted with your situation. Hello, Victoria. How are you feeling?" Victoria jumped at the sound of a woman's voice coming from behind her. A strikingly beautiful woman with platinum-silver hair strode around from behind the chair to sit down on a stool that had been positioned right in front of her feet. The young woman couldn't have been above her mid-20s and appeared to be cosplaying as an angel for whatever reason, wearing a white shoulderless minidress that barely covered her thighs and white feathered wing accessories on her back.
"Who the fuck are you!? Did that Robinson bastard put you up to this? Let me go. I'll fucking sue you if you don't get me out of this thing in the next 5 fucking seconds, you bitch! You hear me? I'll put you in the ground!" Victoria didn't care to wait for an explanation. She immediately started screaming at the girl in front of her and thrashing against her bondage in a rage.
"Ah, my name is Mikelle, not 'you bitch'. I'd prefer if you'd please referred to me as that," the young woman politely replied. Victoria felt her temper flare up. Something about the angel cosplayer's complete lack of reaction irked her. The girl's face hadn't even twitched at her tirade or betrayed any sort of displeasure at being yelled at. She was about to start screaming to be set free when she suddenly felt her captor's long nails quickly swipe across her helpless feet.
"S-stop! Don't do that. What the hell are you doing!?" Victoria squealed with surprise and jumped out of her chair from the sudden tickle attack. Her answer came in the form of the girl reaching back to pluck a feather over 6 inches long from one of the wings extending out of her back. Victoria's commands for the girl to stop were ignored as her tormentor grabbed one of her big toes with one hand and used the other to start dragging the entire length of the tough plume against the sensitive webbing between her toes. After a few strokes of the feather, the girl unexpectedly dropped the feather in favor of her nails coming back up to start dancing across her wide size 9s. The tips of the long nails gently traced the wrinkles covering her soles, lightly scratched at the base of her toes, and racked from the balls of her feet to the base of her heels in a randomized assault.
Victoria couldn't predict whether she was going to have to suffer the feather or the nails next at any given moment. She was trapped purely reacting to everything her tickler did to her. The best she could do was cackle with forced mirth, hop around in her chair, and wiggle her feet as fast as possible. But the angel cosplayer was a pro. The girl followed her feet around so effortlessly it was like she shouldn't have bothered struggling at all. But that was still comparably better than the agony of feeling that feather sawing between her toes. The naked businesswoman went berserk every time the feather came back for another trip, throwing her head back to let out a high pitched scream and thrashing so hard she ended up falling off her chair and needed to pull herself back up through the horrible tickling.
"I'm tickling you, of course. You're in tickle hell now. What else would you expect?" The ticklish assault had mercifully ended after a couple minutes in favor of the girl looking up to quietly ask.
"T-tickle hell? What are you talking about?" Victoria asked in bewilderment.
"Oh, silly me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you'd be smart enough to realize you've died. Ah, I'll be certain to explain it slowly so even you can understand. You. Are. Dead. You drank some poisoned wine and your throat swelled up so much you suffocated to death while you were unconscious. And now, as punishment for being such a terrible person in life, you're going to suffer your worst fear for the rest of eternity: Tickling."
Victoria couldn't believe what she was hearing. Dead? Tickle hell? This had to be some sort of stupid prank. But all the same, the threat of this girl planning to tickle torture her made her toes curl subconsciously. Victoria had always hated how ticklish she was. She had no room for such weakness in her life. Being ticklish wasn't like being smart or good at negotiations, it didn't in any way cause others to respect you. The savvy businesswoman didn't need anything that didn't advance her position in her life and being made to laugh like a little girl because someone poked her in the side most certainly didn't accomplish that.
"Y-y-you're joking. This isn't funny. Let me go already. I'm serious, I'll sue you for everything you own if you keep this up." Victoria was so bewildered by what she'd heard that she decided to ignore it. She returned to hurling out threats in the hopes that she could intimidate the younger woman before her into complying.
"Suit yourself. It's not my problem if you won't accept it. You'll still be tickled all the same," Mikelle shrugged, stood up, and walked to pull the bright red curtain surrounding them back. Victoria felt a chill run down her spin. Now that there was nothing obstructing her vision, it was obvious at a glance that the stocks she'd been locked in were placed in the middle of a large plaza. Tall office buildings covered the skyline and a fountain was running just a short distance away. And worst of all, it was crowded. Every which way Victoria craned her head greeted her with the same sight. A solid mass of people were standing in a circle around her. Victoria's face burned feeling all of the gazes upon her naked body. To make matters even worse, she could clearly hear their muttered comments.
"What's going on?" "I heard laughter so I came to check it out." "Why's she naked?" "Is this some sort of show?"
"N-no! I'm... No, someone help me! T-thehehehe stop! Stop stop stop stohop stohohHOHOP! Sahahave mehEHEHEHEHE!" Victoria's pleas for someone to save her were interrupted by Mikelle coming back to resume tickling. Rather than attack her feet again, the sadistic angel had walked up to squeeze the vulnerable flesh above her knees. The captive woman desperately kicked her legs as much as she could, but once again it was pointless. Mikelle reached around to tease the back of her knees before spidering her fingers up to explore where Victoria's thighs met her groin.
"Are you having fun?" Mikelle tauntingly asked. "I hope you are. It'd be such a shame if you weren't enjoying this, because it's what's in store for you from now on. Tickles, tickles, and more tickles. Now and forever." Mikelle's fingers continued their march up Victoria's body. The platinum-silver-haired angel was glad she'd taken this woman for herself. Every person who got sent to her tickle hell was ticklish, but she rarely had one who reacted this badly no matter where she touched. Her nails flicked against the helpless woman's groin and wiggled against her panty line to draw out shrieks and some adorable hip wiggling. She stopped for a couple minutes to savor in the desperate upper body twisting and deep belly laughter provoked by digging a finger in to exploit the ticklish inner walls of Victoria's bellybutton while scrabbling the nails of her free hand all over her exposed hips, sides, and ribs.
It was reaching Victoria's underarms where she struck gold. Mikelle straddled her newest toy to sit on her lap, dug her nails into the depths of Victoria's smooth pits, and was rewarded with the woman letting out a scream worthy of a banshee. She tried out various different techniques before ultimately settling on digging her nails into the deepest part of the pits and wiggling them around. Victoria was reduced to a hysterical wreck after just a couple minutes of armpit tickling. The unfortunate woman's face was twisted into one of distressed misery through the giant smile her lips were being forced into. Howls of laughter poured through her lips, and her body wildly spasmed every which way in an animalistic attempt to run away from the intense tickling. Mikelle sealed the deal by sending a silent command to the crowd of demons around them.
"Wow, look at her. She's grinding her chest against the other girl's. She must really be getting off on this." "What, getting so horny from being tickled she gets desperate for sex in the middle? Ew. What a perv." "And in public no less! Has she no shame?" "I guess she really is nothing more than some exhibitionist slut after all." "What can you expect from a woman who had herself tied up naked in the middle of a city?"
At Mikelle's command the demons started jeering at Victoria's plight. Mikelle gave herself a pat on the back. That seemed to be what pushed her victim over the edge. Tears of misery streamed down Victoria's face as she broke down crying under the combined tickling and verbal abuse.
"I'm not a slut... I'm n-not a s-s-slut.. I-I don't want t-this... I don't!" Victoria sobbed. "This.. t-t-t-this was forced on me..."
"Oh, Victoria. It hurts me so much to hear you accuse me of doing something so mean to you. But what hurts me more is to hear you lie to yourself like this." Mikelle stopped tickling to reach down to gently pinch Victoria's nipples. Both areola were standing rock hard at attention as a result of having become unwillingly turned on by the constant tickling. Mikelle knew that that was a natural response, but she saw no reason not to take advantage of Victoria's lack of knowledge on the subject to twist the proverbial knife. "See? You're so turned on by this! You're secretly a masochistic bitch who loves being abused like this, aren't you? Don't worry, I'm not mad. You just have to admit it. If you can't say it to me then at least be honest with yourself."
"I'm not a slut... I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not...." Victoria repeatedly sobbed like a broken record. Mikelle's poker face finally broke into a faint smile. This was the part she loved above all else. She couldn't get enough of the sight of her victims after having been completely mentally destroyed like this. The only thing better was taking advantage of the situation to heap even more abuse on.
The sadistic angel plucked a number of feathers off her wings and sent them flying down towards Victoria's feet. Rings of light formed around those helpless toes to keep them spread apart so the feathers were free to endlessly drag themselves against the sensitive webbing in between. At the same time, Mikelle summoned a bottle of baby oil and a pair of hairbrushes to her hands. After making certain both pits were nicely lathered up, she took a brush in each hand and began quickly scrubbing the depths of both underarms.
Victoria had come to a conclusion: This truly was hell. Even if the woman tickling her had been lying and she hadn't actually died, it was simply too much to take. She'd always hated being tickled, but she'd previously never been aware that it was possible for it to be so overwhelmingly horrible. None of the tickling the businesswoman had endured from friends and lovers over the course of her life could've possibly prepared her for the torture she was being subjected to now. And while that alone was hellish, it was combined by the jeering crowd and stares burning into her from every direction. The utter humiliation that a crowd of people were convinced that she was the sort of person to engage in this horrible situation willingly was too much for her mind to handle.
Victoria had been plunged to further depths of misery than she had known were possible. The only thing she could do was pray that it would eventually stop, fully unaware that it was only going to grow worse and not even the rest of the universe ending could save her from it.
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It ended up being a tad bit longer than normal, so I had to break it up into two parts to meet this site's character post limit.
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"Anybody new in for you yet?" The soft clacking of a can of soda being placed on the break room table accompanied the question. Mikelle didn't remember asking Gwyneth to pick up anything from her coffee run, but she appreciated it nonetheless.
"Thanks. And no. I'm taking a break and watching Sera work right now." Mikelle motioned to the laptop sitting on the table in front of her. Displayed on it was a video feed of a muscular Adonis of a man tied standing to an x-frame. Kneeling in front of him for the purpose of giving him a blowjob was a divinely beautiful angel, Mikelle and Gwyneth's sister Seraphina. Despite having her back to the camera, Seraphina's wavy blonde hair cascading down her back to her waistline and large white feathered wings didn't in the least conceal her perfectly shaped E-cup breasts or that she only had t-back panties on. Both of the angels could appreciate watching a true master at work. Seraphina's skillful use of her wings, mouth, tongue, and fingers made her unparalleled at granting sexual pleasure to man and woman alike.
Paradoxically, the man's reaction to receiving the best blowjob he was ever going to experience from the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen wasn't one of happiness. He was desperately begging the angel to stop with tears of agony streaming down his face. The reaction only provoked a small smile out of the angel servicing him and an increase in her tempo, which in turns caused more frenzied struggling and begging.
"Sera took away his ability to orgasm. No matter what she does to him he'll only ever get edged by it," Mikelle explained with a chuckle. "Guess he was some sort of womanizer or something. I hope he had his fill of women in life, cause I don't think Sera plans on letting him cum ever again."
"She always was fond of that sort of thing."
The two angels watched the show for a while longer. Neither of them were as specialized in sexual torture as their sister was, but screams were screams. Watching a human suffering the tortures they hated the most was a treat that never got old to them. Even if the method of torture wasn't strictly to their preference they could still appreciate the sight of a mortal being forced to new depths of misery.
Mikelle understood that it wasn't typical for an angel to so thoroughly enjoy people's suffering like that, but they weren't really angels to begin with. She and her sisters were instead demons who'd been created in the image of angels as a bit of a joke, a way of getting their victims' hopes up purely so it hurt all the more when they started working in earnest. Their master, the demon who had created them, had brought them into existence for the express purpose of torturing humans unfortunate enough to be sent to one of the hells it ruled over. While the three sisters had been granted enough free will to have their favorite methods of torture, they stood united in the belief that anything was good if it earned them those musical screams.
"...Gwyn. You got something on your cheek."
"Ah, thanks." Gwyneth brought a hand up to wipe away the offending fleck of blood. The tall angel didn't have the same overwhelming erotic allure that Seraphina boasted, but no one could say she was any less beautiful. Gwyneth had been designed with D-cup breasts, a sharp face, short cropped flaming red hair, and fit figure that made her come across more as a striking warrior princess than a seductress. Mikelle didn't like Gwyneth's hell of blades and brass knuckles as much Seraphina's realm of converting pleasure into suffering. It was so... smelly. It was still a fun place to visit, she just didn't like how the stench of blood clung to her through the next couple baths.
"Oh! Looks like break time's over." A pop up in the corner of the screen informed Mikelle that several humans had just been sentenced to the hell she was in charge of. "Huh, three at once. That's rare."
Of the three sisters, Mikelle's realm of endless tickling was the one that saw the fewest new prisoners. Being tickle tortured wasn't as commonly feared as the violent punishment Gwyneth dished out or Seraphina's sexual abuse, after all. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had multiple come in in such a short interval that she was notified of them all at the same time.
Mikelle had always wondered if her appearance had been designed to contrast her tastes on purpose. Despite their master's claims that it had let them come to their own favorite methods of torture naturally, it was odd that the angel sculpted to be an ice queen was the one who'd shaped the hell she ruled over into one of echoing laughter and endless smiles. Platinum-silver hair that fell straight to her shoulders, grey eyes, and a face that almost never showed any emotions didn't point towards what was in store for her victims as well as her sisters' features did. At least her master hadn't been cruel enough to make her any less pleasing to the eye on top of that. Mikelle was confident that her slender frame, B-cup breasts, and regal, graceful movements were none the lesser compared to her sisters'.
"Want me to help? It's been a while since I got to play at tickling fresh meat." Gwyneth offered. Mikelle smiled at the idea. While she enjoyed visiting Gwyneth and Seraphina's domains she rarely had such a good opportunity to entertain guests herself.
"Sure. Let's call Seraphina too. We'll take one each."
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Victoria felt like she should be groggy right now. Last the 34-year-old manager remembered, she'd been in the middle of a business meeting with one of her company's competitors. She'd figured out that her wine had been drugged a little too late and had used the last of her strength cursing the smirking elderly man sitting across from her before she'd passed out.
But rather than slowly waking up with a headache like she'd seen in movies, the next thing Victoria knew she was sitting in the middle of some sort of curtained enclosure. Bright red curtains formed a square to block out everything around her, leaving only a cloudless blue sky visible directly above her. Attempting to pull back the curtains to see past them was impossible. Her captors had locked her in a pair of medieval Renfaire stocks while she'd been unconscious. Victoria was sitting in a study wooden chair that'd been bolted to the concrete below, her feet were locked in the padded wooden stocks in front of her, and her arms were bound above her head to a beam extending up above the back of her chair.
A blush of mortification spread across Victoria's cheeks. That old bastard hadn't just kidnapped and tied her up, he'd had her stripped naked in the process. A series of leather straps around her chest and waist that served to accentuate rather than hide her DD sized breasts and bare pussy were the closest things to clothes she'd been afforded.
"I suppose that's enough time to let you get acquainted with your situation. Hello, Victoria. How are you feeling?" Victoria jumped at the sound of a woman's voice coming from behind her. A strikingly beautiful woman with platinum-silver hair strode around from behind the chair to sit down on a stool that had been positioned right in front of her feet. The young woman couldn't have been above her mid-20s and appeared to be cosplaying as an angel for whatever reason, wearing a white shoulderless minidress that barely covered her thighs and white feathered wing accessories on her back.
"Who the fuck are you!? Did that Robinson bastard put you up to this? Let me go. I'll fucking sue you if you don't get me out of this thing in the next 5 fucking seconds, you bitch! You hear me? I'll put you in the ground!" Victoria didn't care to wait for an explanation. She immediately started screaming at the girl in front of her and thrashing against her bondage in a rage.
"Ah, my name is Mikelle, not 'you bitch'. I'd prefer if you'd please referred to me as that," the young woman politely replied. Victoria felt her temper flare up. Something about the angel cosplayer's complete lack of reaction irked her. The girl's face hadn't even twitched at her tirade or betrayed any sort of displeasure at being yelled at. She was about to start screaming to be set free when she suddenly felt her captor's long nails quickly swipe across her helpless feet.
"S-stop! Don't do that. What the hell are you doing!?" Victoria squealed with surprise and jumped out of her chair from the sudden tickle attack. Her answer came in the form of the girl reaching back to pluck a feather over 6 inches long from one of the wings extending out of her back. Victoria's commands for the girl to stop were ignored as her tormentor grabbed one of her big toes with one hand and used the other to start dragging the entire length of the tough plume against the sensitive webbing between her toes. After a few strokes of the feather, the girl unexpectedly dropped the feather in favor of her nails coming back up to start dancing across her wide size 9s. The tips of the long nails gently traced the wrinkles covering her soles, lightly scratched at the base of her toes, and racked from the balls of her feet to the base of her heels in a randomized assault.
Victoria couldn't predict whether she was going to have to suffer the feather or the nails next at any given moment. She was trapped purely reacting to everything her tickler did to her. The best she could do was cackle with forced mirth, hop around in her chair, and wiggle her feet as fast as possible. But the angel cosplayer was a pro. The girl followed her feet around so effortlessly it was like she shouldn't have bothered struggling at all. But that was still comparably better than the agony of feeling that feather sawing between her toes. The naked businesswoman went berserk every time the feather came back for another trip, throwing her head back to let out a high pitched scream and thrashing so hard she ended up falling off her chair and needed to pull herself back up through the horrible tickling.
"I'm tickling you, of course. You're in tickle hell now. What else would you expect?" The ticklish assault had mercifully ended after a couple minutes in favor of the girl looking up to quietly ask.
"T-tickle hell? What are you talking about?" Victoria asked in bewilderment.
"Oh, silly me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you'd be smart enough to realize you've died. Ah, I'll be certain to explain it slowly so even you can understand. You. Are. Dead. You drank some poisoned wine and your throat swelled up so much you suffocated to death while you were unconscious. And now, as punishment for being such a terrible person in life, you're going to suffer your worst fear for the rest of eternity: Tickling."
Victoria couldn't believe what she was hearing. Dead? Tickle hell? This had to be some sort of stupid prank. But all the same, the threat of this girl planning to tickle torture her made her toes curl subconsciously. Victoria had always hated how ticklish she was. She had no room for such weakness in her life. Being ticklish wasn't like being smart or good at negotiations, it didn't in any way cause others to respect you. The savvy businesswoman didn't need anything that didn't advance her position in her life and being made to laugh like a little girl because someone poked her in the side most certainly didn't accomplish that.
"Y-y-you're joking. This isn't funny. Let me go already. I'm serious, I'll sue you for everything you own if you keep this up." Victoria was so bewildered by what she'd heard that she decided to ignore it. She returned to hurling out threats in the hopes that she could intimidate the younger woman before her into complying.
"Suit yourself. It's not my problem if you won't accept it. You'll still be tickled all the same," Mikelle shrugged, stood up, and walked to pull the bright red curtain surrounding them back. Victoria felt a chill run down her spin. Now that there was nothing obstructing her vision, it was obvious at a glance that the stocks she'd been locked in were placed in the middle of a large plaza. Tall office buildings covered the skyline and a fountain was running just a short distance away. And worst of all, it was crowded. Every which way Victoria craned her head greeted her with the same sight. A solid mass of people were standing in a circle around her. Victoria's face burned feeling all of the gazes upon her naked body. To make matters even worse, she could clearly hear their muttered comments.
"What's going on?" "I heard laughter so I came to check it out." "Why's she naked?" "Is this some sort of show?"
"N-no! I'm... No, someone help me! T-thehehehe stop! Stop stop stop stohop stohohHOHOP! Sahahave mehEHEHEHEHE!" Victoria's pleas for someone to save her were interrupted by Mikelle coming back to resume tickling. Rather than attack her feet again, the sadistic angel had walked up to squeeze the vulnerable flesh above her knees. The captive woman desperately kicked her legs as much as she could, but once again it was pointless. Mikelle reached around to tease the back of her knees before spidering her fingers up to explore where Victoria's thighs met her groin.
"Are you having fun?" Mikelle tauntingly asked. "I hope you are. It'd be such a shame if you weren't enjoying this, because it's what's in store for you from now on. Tickles, tickles, and more tickles. Now and forever." Mikelle's fingers continued their march up Victoria's body. The platinum-silver-haired angel was glad she'd taken this woman for herself. Every person who got sent to her tickle hell was ticklish, but she rarely had one who reacted this badly no matter where she touched. Her nails flicked against the helpless woman's groin and wiggled against her panty line to draw out shrieks and some adorable hip wiggling. She stopped for a couple minutes to savor in the desperate upper body twisting and deep belly laughter provoked by digging a finger in to exploit the ticklish inner walls of Victoria's bellybutton while scrabbling the nails of her free hand all over her exposed hips, sides, and ribs.
It was reaching Victoria's underarms where she struck gold. Mikelle straddled her newest toy to sit on her lap, dug her nails into the depths of Victoria's smooth pits, and was rewarded with the woman letting out a scream worthy of a banshee. She tried out various different techniques before ultimately settling on digging her nails into the deepest part of the pits and wiggling them around. Victoria was reduced to a hysterical wreck after just a couple minutes of armpit tickling. The unfortunate woman's face was twisted into one of distressed misery through the giant smile her lips were being forced into. Howls of laughter poured through her lips, and her body wildly spasmed every which way in an animalistic attempt to run away from the intense tickling. Mikelle sealed the deal by sending a silent command to the crowd of demons around them.
"Wow, look at her. She's grinding her chest against the other girl's. She must really be getting off on this." "What, getting so horny from being tickled she gets desperate for sex in the middle? Ew. What a perv." "And in public no less! Has she no shame?" "I guess she really is nothing more than some exhibitionist slut after all." "What can you expect from a woman who had herself tied up naked in the middle of a city?"
At Mikelle's command the demons started jeering at Victoria's plight. Mikelle gave herself a pat on the back. That seemed to be what pushed her victim over the edge. Tears of misery streamed down Victoria's face as she broke down crying under the combined tickling and verbal abuse.
"I'm not a slut... I'm n-not a s-s-slut.. I-I don't want t-this... I don't!" Victoria sobbed. "This.. t-t-t-this was forced on me..."
"Oh, Victoria. It hurts me so much to hear you accuse me of doing something so mean to you. But what hurts me more is to hear you lie to yourself like this." Mikelle stopped tickling to reach down to gently pinch Victoria's nipples. Both areola were standing rock hard at attention as a result of having become unwillingly turned on by the constant tickling. Mikelle knew that that was a natural response, but she saw no reason not to take advantage of Victoria's lack of knowledge on the subject to twist the proverbial knife. "See? You're so turned on by this! You're secretly a masochistic bitch who loves being abused like this, aren't you? Don't worry, I'm not mad. You just have to admit it. If you can't say it to me then at least be honest with yourself."
"I'm not a slut... I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not...." Victoria repeatedly sobbed like a broken record. Mikelle's poker face finally broke into a faint smile. This was the part she loved above all else. She couldn't get enough of the sight of her victims after having been completely mentally destroyed like this. The only thing better was taking advantage of the situation to heap even more abuse on.
The sadistic angel plucked a number of feathers off her wings and sent them flying down towards Victoria's feet. Rings of light formed around those helpless toes to keep them spread apart so the feathers were free to endlessly drag themselves against the sensitive webbing in between. At the same time, Mikelle summoned a bottle of baby oil and a pair of hairbrushes to her hands. After making certain both pits were nicely lathered up, she took a brush in each hand and began quickly scrubbing the depths of both underarms.
Victoria had come to a conclusion: This truly was hell. Even if the woman tickling her had been lying and she hadn't actually died, it was simply too much to take. She'd always hated being tickled, but she'd previously never been aware that it was possible for it to be so overwhelmingly horrible. None of the tickling the businesswoman had endured from friends and lovers over the course of her life could've possibly prepared her for the torture she was being subjected to now. And while that alone was hellish, it was combined by the jeering crowd and stares burning into her from every direction. The utter humiliation that a crowd of people were convinced that she was the sort of person to engage in this horrible situation willingly was too much for her mind to handle.
Victoria had been plunged to further depths of misery than she had known were possible. The only thing she could do was pray that it would eventually stop, fully unaware that it was only going to grow worse and not even the rest of the universe ending could save her from it.
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