CALLING ALL FEMALE TICKLEES! This will start you off

[andymac1]

Hi girls,

Want to write your own versions of what happens next?

Picture the scene...

You are a sexy businesswoman (it's probably true anyway) passing through South America.
Class A drugs are planted in your hand luggage by a passing dealer escaping capture at the airport. After a sniffer dog discovers the drugs in your bag, you are escorted to a nearby jail awaiting trial. But this prison has developed a particularly sadistic form of torture to make females confess their crimes. This torment leaves no physical marks for the judge to see and renders its victims to unspeakable depths of suffering and exhaustion.

I am Capt. Pedro, a merciless interrogator who has perfected this art, which has broken the toughest and most hardened women in the world! It is TICKLE TORTURE!

As you lay outstretched on my rack, so tort you can't struggle, I start to remove some of your clothing...

...tell me what is going through your mind. Tell me why you have such terror in your eyes...


I await your part of the story with anticipation!

 

[AcornaMordor]

Stretched out on the rack, eyeing the Captain warily, my mind would fail to make any intelligable thoughts, eyes widening in horror as his hand starts to peel back my blouse. I writhe, trying uselessly to bite at his hands, angry and frightened, screeching. Limbs pulled taut tremble with fear, my foot starting to tingle, falling asleep from the position I'm forced into.

"You can't do anything to me! They'll know I was abused! They'll throw you in prison for this!"

I whimper, unable to supress my fright, as I see only the grin upon his face, knowing what I don't know, controlling and smug. My confidence shaken, I start to plead, to beg, tears streaming down my cheeks and neck, down to the curve of my breasts within my bra, made visible by his undressing. "Please... please don't hurt me... I'll plead guilty, I'll say anything you want..." What did he want, what would he do... rape? beating? Would his hands soon come to rest on some crank on the rack, hidden from my view, begin to turn, stretching me, letting me scream in pain as my insides are torn apart, then my skin begins to break...

I feel the frightened shudder run through my body, taking a deep breath, a gasping sob. Terrified, each touch of his hand upon my clothing makes me flinch as if struck, beaten, prodded with a heated iron or freshly sharpened knife. Yet why was I so afraid besides the fear of the unknown about to befall me, the terrifying figure of the captain towering over me, casting his shadow on my quivering stomach, drawn in tightly through fear and self-consciousness, toes tightly curled. I refuse to look to his face, whimpering, pleading weakly to seemingly deaf ears.. "Don't hurt me...don't hurt me.."

(this was a pretty good idea, andymac, I like to write. I hope you plan to be posting more of the story since I only made reactions to as much as you did, not wanting to take the story away from you.)

 

[andymac1]

Mexican Set Up - Part 2 (Pedo's turn)

AcornaMorder, you have fantastic writing skills, are you an author? I don't usually see material with such imagination! That really turned me on! I can almost picture myself (Capt Pedro) standing over your trembling body.

Anyway back to business...

"I'm not going to hurt you my dear" I say to you, my trembling beauty outstretched before me. "What I am going to inflict on you wouldn't leave a slightest graze". You sob...you plead...you start to sweat. You are confused and terrified as I produce a large hunting knife. "B..b..but you said you wouldn't h...h...hurt me!" you quivver. You shut your eyes tight as I move the knife towards your breasts, to await the terrible pain. "Noooooo!"

I pull your bra up and cut the straps. I toss the garment away into the darkness of your cell and stand mesmorized at your lovely firm breasts, which rise and fall rapidly from the panting. You open your eyes at the relief, but you are still nervous.

Your skirt, knickers and high heels only remain. I walk to the foot of the rack. I have an incurable fetish for the heels that show only the sides of a female foot. I produce a hair combe and insert it between the shoe and the soft and silky crinkled sole of your right foot. I hold the toe of the shoe still to prevent any movement whatsoever.

"Now my dear, I want to know where you bought the drugs. I want names, addresses and plans!"

You stare at the your right foot with eyes wide open. "I'm innocent!' you scream. "I don't know how the drugs got there!"

"Looks like we'll have to do this the hard way then. Are you.....ticklish?" I fiendishly say.

I then run the combe along the underside of her sole ever so slowly to lengthen every possible second of the torture...



Ok Acorna, can't wait for your reaction!

 

[deac956611]

To both of you. I am so impressed. The imagination and foresight of the characters involved are richly formated. I can not wait to see what happens next. One question though, why no blind fold? As when she was lead in to the cell, and tied down, and why no dim light? The scenerio is otherwise excellent. Can't wait to see what happens next.

 

[AcornaMordor]

Through the cacophony of my own terrified sobs, I barely hear his soothing voice reassuring me that no harm will befall. I turn my eyes to him, sniffling, shrieking with horror at the sight of the knife. Not going to hurt me... not going to hurt me...? To kill me quick so I won't feel the pain? But what use would I be dead? He wanted druglords, people I didn't know, names I couldn't give.

"B..b-b-but you said you wouldn't hurt me!" I plead, trying to pull away, squirming uselessly, pulled so tightly stretched that only I would know I was making any effort of movement. I shriek, turning my eyes away, clenched shut, awaiting the cold steel of the knife to be driven into my body, to feel the blood freshly released, washing warmth down my form, into the floor, squealing a desperate, useless plea.

I gasp as my bra is pulled away, my tears spilling further down my inscreasingly nude body, starting to moisten my nipples, made stiff by the chill at being so suddenly revealed.

Was his plan of humiliation? Or would he soon be raping me? Or, if not rape, because it left marks, oral pleasuring made so intense and prolonged as to drive me mad? Though I sigh, relieved he would not strike me with the blade, gazing up at him through bleary eyes, reddened around the pale blue irises, pleading, frightened, the large eyes of a doe caught in the gaze of a car's headlights.

I bite my lip, watching him near my skirt, knowing it will probably come off next since he seems insistant on bearing my flesh. Having been so pensive of his motives, I had forgotten the reason of my imprisonment until the question came, the inevitable query, "Now my dear, I want to know where you bought the drugs. I want names, addresses and plans!"

I can give only a meek sniffle, another hard sob wracking my body. I try to kick at him holding my foot, the one that had fallen asleep, but I can no more strike him than make him levitate. "Please.. I don't know anyone, I'm innocent, I was set up! They do these things, ship drugs through unknowing persons, letting them take the blame while the real criminals escape to deliver their parcels! I don't know any names, I don't know any plots! Please!"

I pant softly, a whimper of terror accompanying each exhaled breath. I listen closely, terrified, seeking sympathy in his voice, hope fading and growing to terror at the three little words "the hard way." So melodramatic, heard in every movie of spies possibly ever made, I should have been expecting it. And yet, despite what I should have expected, nothing could have prepared me for the rest of his speech, that small question following his sentence. "Are you... ticklish?"

I gasp, eyes wide, foot jerking back as the comb brushes across it. I fight down the sudden torrent of giggles, whimpering, my lips curling helplessly into a grin, starting to toss my head about, chuckling, chortling softly, pleas broken by giggles "Noohohoho! Pleeheheheease don't do thahahahat! Not thaaat!" Damnable nerves, deciding to awake NOW when I most needed them to be deadened. My feet have grown cool and dry during the wait and the terror and I only give soft giggles though completely unable to control them, tossing my head back and forth, pleading for him to stop. The sudden horrifying thought paces my mind... If he can't get the reaction he wants from my feet.. is he going to tickle me elsewhere too...? I pull in my stomach, try to scrunch my neck down into my shoulders, letting my hair fall to protect my ears, unable to hide my bared midriff and arms, squealing softly with laughter.

(Thanks for the compliments ^.^ I'm an author, somewhat, but I'm still in college and I have yet to complete anything to be published. I was a member of the writer's bowl team and I was accepted into the Pen & Scroll society.)

 

[andymac1]

Mexican Set Up - Part 3 (Pedro's Devistating Device)

Excellent stuff! I won't even bother competing in battle of writing skills - you're good! Just hope I'm up to your expertise. I'd really love to do this in live chatroom to you! Can you email me: [email protected] to organise time as our time zones may be hours apart (if you're interested)...

Well, I don't think you'll be able to stand what happens next to you - it's brutal...!

I look down at my captive beauty struggling in tickle agony. My excitement becomes more obvious in my pants...

Your screams for mercy echo along the dungeon corridors, where so many naked innocent girls have, are, and will be tormented in this way. You buck, writhe, squeal, and seem to be losing your mind and all sense of reality! You feel the minutes go like hours! You hear the feint screams of laughter and 'mercy begging' of other unfortunates coming through your small cell window.

"It has been 20 minutes my dear. Do you want a short respite before we continue?" I ask, whilst you thrash around helplessy in my bulging pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! Stop! Oh, pleeeeease stop this torture". A glimmer of hope finally arrives. To your relief the tickling ceases. You lie there like a quivvering wreck, short giggles still escape your lips and tears continue to roll down your cheeks. You can't even lift your head to look at me from exhaustion. You breathe heavily as the light intermittantly reflects off the sweat of your breasts. I look at your hard nipples and long to glide my tongue around them.

I slowly walk to the head of the rack. "Again! Just talk and this will stop" I quietly whisper close in your ear. I lick the inner of your ear lightly. You scream flinching your head away "nooooooooo!"

"Do you want me to continue or will you co-operate?" I whisper.

You cry, "for pitty's sake, I've told you...I know nothing! Please let me go!"

Your eyes widen in panic and follow me walking back to your feet. I sit down on my chair and glance up at your pleading expression. "No please Sir, not again, I can't take this".

I grasp the shoe on your right foot and pull it off very slowly, never looking away from your face filled with terror.

Clunk! You hear your heel drop onto the cold stone floor. It echos around the cell walls. "W..w..what are going to do to me?"

My eyes drop to feast my eyes on the sexiest, softest feet I'd ever seen! The toes perfectly shaped and the soles well pampered and silky. Your foot flexes and you point your toes causing your soles to wrinkle. I could not control my urge any longer!

I reach over and bring an odd looking contraption near your bare silky foot. It is an arm holding five toe rings. This renders the captive without any movement to wiggle at all. The arm is locked into place and is solid as a rock. I start to screw on the toe rings. You flinch and squeal between each placement.

"Oh, does that tickle between your toes?" I laugh.

You go into complete spasms and cry, "You wouldn't. Not there".

You see the light hit the familiar comb (not combe). I place it between your big toe and the one next to it....and slowly scrape back and forth.

Will you talk yet young Acorna? Do you dare to continue with my brutal methods?

We shall see....

 

[milesteg1]

LISTEN!

YOU GUYS SHOULD REALLY WORK ON THIS,AND THEN LET "MTJP" TAKE A LOOK AT THIS I THINK YOU MAY HAVE SOMETHING HERE. MILES

 

[AcornaMordor]

(( *sigh* What am I supposed to do? You're stepping on my creative toes here, already telling my thoughts, words, and reactions. There's really nothing for me to write...))

 

[andymac1]

Sorry

Sorry Acorn, I got carried away!

Please, after you.