torturoustickle
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I remember posting this story under another profile a long time ago. It's not there anymore so I'm re-posting. I have recently mentioned it under another thread and have had a number of enquiries, so here goes.
Background -'P'and I had known each other forever. Worked together, partied together, and eventually shared a house together. We were never involved romantically, intimately or in any way. If that's hard to believe then most of our mutual friends didn't either. Lol
Description - P was undoubtedly crazy. About 5'2", dominant, loud, emotional, and moody. She was a hairdresser who changed her entire look regularly. She could be Goth one week, Emo the next, then sweet Daisy Duke with pigtails the week after. We had a love/hate relationship and had some massive arguments. I had her back on most things and she knew it. But every now and then she'd go too far, and I'd cut her loose to learn a lesson. And this lesson was pretty spectacular.
The Incident - It was her 25th birthday and we were setting up a friends house for the party. They were a couple who had known P longer than I had. Since high school actually. There was a background between them that I wasn't aware of that certainly weighed in I believe.
It was a Goth/Horror theme, and one of the bedrooms was set up as a giant spiders lair. To do this we bought soft white rope, rolls of cotton wool, and clear plastic wrap. By the time it was done it looked pretty good. P came in and suggested we also make a giant sized cocoon that looked like a person wrapped up ready to be eaten by the giant spider. It was a good idea but wr didn't have enough stuff left. P got into one of her moody, grumpy moods and marched out to eye rolls from everyone else.
Eventually the whole house was decorated for a guest list of around 40 people in total. 3 bedrooms, loungeroom, kitchen, entryway, all looked spectacular. But P wouldn't give up on her cocoon.
Another girl who helped decorate
.but I didn't know, started stirring P suggesting it wasn't a good idea in the first place. I figured she knew her, and couldn't understand why she would start winding her up like that.
"Show me how it would work" said the girl.
"Fine" said P, "Wrap me up a bit and I'll show you"
A few loose ropes were thrown around P while she was standing up then they tried to lay her down in front of the big spider and reposition it like it was trying to eat her. P was looking around, still tying to issue instructions, when she rolled into the spider breaking one of its legs and causing half of the display to collapse.
P yelled, everyone laughed, and the girl who started it all, looked very satisfied at the abject failure.
P tried to stand up in her loose bonds but almost fell and a few hands grabbed her to help lay her back down without falling. It was then that it got interesting.
It started with a few little pokes and P got angry and yelled again. I had never ever mentioned tickling to P let alone tried it as I didn't trust her. So this was a first as well as combination of my fetish, my fantasy, and reality.
It escalated quickly with at least 3 of the girls tickling P including the host, the antagonist, and one I knew to be a long suffering close friend.
P was unbelievably ticklish. The ropes were only loose, but her violent thrashing was entangling her worse, and everyone was laughing at her situation.
Then something unbelievable happened. The antagonist sat on her shins pinning them and started to tickle her feet.
P had thin socks on with no shoes. In all the time I lived with her I never saw her in bare feet. Not even thongs in summer.
So when the socks were ripped off I was somewhat transfixed.
The thing that snapped me out of it was the blood curdling scream followed by laughter on a scale I had never before heard. All 3 girls now sat on her trying to hold her down and the two on her upper body weren't even tickling. Just hanging on for dear life. The girl at her feet was utterly merciless, moving from arches to toes, pinning her ankles between her legs, fingers scrabbling at light speed.
P bucked, thrashed, and screamed with laughter totally losing it.
This went on for a good few minutes which surprised me as P was clearly in agony. Where did this come from?
P's feet contorted in ways that defied logic, her toes throwing gang signs and her laughter took on a desperate tone.
Her face was red, her eyes wet with tears, and still it continued.
And then it happened!
She completely broke. Begged, pleaded, and cried for mercy.
The ticklers pressed on, seemingly enjoying this once in a lifetime event. P's struggles grew less as she tired, adding to the image of defeat. Her laughter however remained loud and desperate, perhaps a catalyst for continuing. I know I would have. 😈
When it was over everyone hopped of quickly, maybe fearing revenge. But P was way to gone for that.
I never spoke about it to her for fear of me not being able to control myself. Lol
But the memories of that incident will certainly live with me forever. 😍
Background -'P'and I had known each other forever. Worked together, partied together, and eventually shared a house together. We were never involved romantically, intimately or in any way. If that's hard to believe then most of our mutual friends didn't either. Lol
Description - P was undoubtedly crazy. About 5'2", dominant, loud, emotional, and moody. She was a hairdresser who changed her entire look regularly. She could be Goth one week, Emo the next, then sweet Daisy Duke with pigtails the week after. We had a love/hate relationship and had some massive arguments. I had her back on most things and she knew it. But every now and then she'd go too far, and I'd cut her loose to learn a lesson. And this lesson was pretty spectacular.
The Incident - It was her 25th birthday and we were setting up a friends house for the party. They were a couple who had known P longer than I had. Since high school actually. There was a background between them that I wasn't aware of that certainly weighed in I believe.
It was a Goth/Horror theme, and one of the bedrooms was set up as a giant spiders lair. To do this we bought soft white rope, rolls of cotton wool, and clear plastic wrap. By the time it was done it looked pretty good. P came in and suggested we also make a giant sized cocoon that looked like a person wrapped up ready to be eaten by the giant spider. It was a good idea but wr didn't have enough stuff left. P got into one of her moody, grumpy moods and marched out to eye rolls from everyone else.
Eventually the whole house was decorated for a guest list of around 40 people in total. 3 bedrooms, loungeroom, kitchen, entryway, all looked spectacular. But P wouldn't give up on her cocoon.
Another girl who helped decorate
.but I didn't know, started stirring P suggesting it wasn't a good idea in the first place. I figured she knew her, and couldn't understand why she would start winding her up like that.
"Show me how it would work" said the girl.
"Fine" said P, "Wrap me up a bit and I'll show you"
A few loose ropes were thrown around P while she was standing up then they tried to lay her down in front of the big spider and reposition it like it was trying to eat her. P was looking around, still tying to issue instructions, when she rolled into the spider breaking one of its legs and causing half of the display to collapse.
P yelled, everyone laughed, and the girl who started it all, looked very satisfied at the abject failure.
P tried to stand up in her loose bonds but almost fell and a few hands grabbed her to help lay her back down without falling. It was then that it got interesting.
It started with a few little pokes and P got angry and yelled again. I had never ever mentioned tickling to P let alone tried it as I didn't trust her. So this was a first as well as combination of my fetish, my fantasy, and reality.
It escalated quickly with at least 3 of the girls tickling P including the host, the antagonist, and one I knew to be a long suffering close friend.
P was unbelievably ticklish. The ropes were only loose, but her violent thrashing was entangling her worse, and everyone was laughing at her situation.
Then something unbelievable happened. The antagonist sat on her shins pinning them and started to tickle her feet.
P had thin socks on with no shoes. In all the time I lived with her I never saw her in bare feet. Not even thongs in summer.
So when the socks were ripped off I was somewhat transfixed.
The thing that snapped me out of it was the blood curdling scream followed by laughter on a scale I had never before heard. All 3 girls now sat on her trying to hold her down and the two on her upper body weren't even tickling. Just hanging on for dear life. The girl at her feet was utterly merciless, moving from arches to toes, pinning her ankles between her legs, fingers scrabbling at light speed.
P bucked, thrashed, and screamed with laughter totally losing it.
This went on for a good few minutes which surprised me as P was clearly in agony. Where did this come from?
P's feet contorted in ways that defied logic, her toes throwing gang signs and her laughter took on a desperate tone.
Her face was red, her eyes wet with tears, and still it continued.
And then it happened!
She completely broke. Begged, pleaded, and cried for mercy.
The ticklers pressed on, seemingly enjoying this once in a lifetime event. P's struggles grew less as she tired, adding to the image of defeat. Her laughter however remained loud and desperate, perhaps a catalyst for continuing. I know I would have. 😈
When it was over everyone hopped of quickly, maybe fearing revenge. But P was way to gone for that.
I never spoke about it to her for fear of me not being able to control myself. Lol
But the memories of that incident will certainly live with me forever. 😍
