I purchased some used hard drives awhile back and ran an undelete program on them. This was one of the items I found. Man! Maybe I should see what else is hidden on these drives.
I have traveled all across the country, searching out women. I don't kill them or maim them, but I tickle them. Sometimes I tickle them and force them to cum. Depends on the mood.
It's quite amusing actually, as most of them are not only quite ticklish but absolutely hate being tickled. These are the best, of course, because they so despise being tickled. From convenience store clerks to strippers to housewives business women, I have conquered them all.
Once I thought that the smug, holier-than-thou women were the best. The types of women that usually won't even be polite to people "lesser" than they are. After seeing the tears run down their faces and hear the captive squeals and pleading laughter, the grunts and strains as they try to fight their bodies from giving in to the orgasms. Watching one of these socialites be reduced to a blubbering heap, offering all sorts of sinful delights if the torment would just end is one of the pleasures I enjoy, hell, more than coffee and cigarettes. Especially since I have a very extensive collection of digital video and enjoy a "Best of" tape from time to time. But I was wrong. These ladies are not the best.
I don't know if there is a best. Each sub-genre of ticklee has her own quirks that make them so delicious. The punk girls seem to be the loudest laughers, their multi-colored hair getting in there faces as their face turns shades of red. The good people at Converse are my heroes, making shoes that not only keep socked feet nice and moist but also quick to remove. Or to slowly tease and take off. Both are so nice. Call me crazy but seeing some girl in a Ramones t-shirt and ripped jeans scream as her legs thrash around and her toes curling as the socks are removed is one of the happiest sights in the world. Well, maybe not for the punk girl, but still. You know what I mean.
The goth girls are also sweet. Pale, tragic and otherwise stoic...turned into gibbering piles of giggly flesh. The goths also seem to be freakier than the rest of the helpless ticklees I've encountered. I know the odds are that some of the thousands of tickled tarts I've encountered have enjoyed the torment, but seems like they are goths more often that not. And their boots, mmm. The feeling of watching their baggy pants legs show that light skin, exposing their soon-to-be-bare feet as I toss their foot coverings to the floor. Seeing their chests suck in air as they try to fight the overwhelming feelings of laughter, watching in horror as I cut away their black t-shirts and look at their helpless shaved armpits. Mmmm. Thank you Marilyn Manson and Trent Reznor, for all that you've done. Especially for me. You almost feel bad for these girls because it seems like their general attitude and persona enhance their ticklishness. Betrayed by their own bodies.
Your average normal girl are great as well. These are the normal, slice of life type people. Usually have a shitty job, sometimes a worthless husband or boyfriend, and above anything else they like the attention. Even though the ultimately end up strapped in, being tortured in ways they never thought possible, it's that attention they receive that they enjoy. Sure it might mean losing bladder control or nearly passing out from the lack of oxygen, but they usually have the biggest smiles (before, during and after). Most of them never knew that the small of their back was ticklish or that that a fur glove would tickle that bad. The utter surprise as you make then howl uncontrollably as you touch places no one has touched like that before is almost as good as the laughter itself. It certainly brightens up a dull afternoon, let me tell you!
Not every participant meets the same fate however. Most of them just get the tickle torment of a lifetime (along with some new clothes and a few hundred dollars for the effort), while I smile and have another lovely video to add to the collection and the best memories that a depraved man with lots of time and money can have. Usually they have to admit something for the exercise to be done. Usually it's something just embarrassing ("I'm Courtney, the best tickle slut waitress in the world," "I'm Crystal, the ticklish goth girl. Tickle my feet and I'll squeal with delight," things like that), although it can be much worse ("I'm Rain and I slept with my best friend Sarah at church camp," or "I'm Jasmine and I steal my aunt's pain pills," things like that), although on occasion they have had much worse fates. It's such a contrast seeing the smiles and laughs while telling something that no other person would hear that I enjoy. Call me cruel (and some have) but it's seeing them physically defeated and mentally exhausted that makes my lips curl into a smile.
One of my favorite tricks is the forced orgasm. Sure it's an oldie, but it's definitely a goodie. Watching the faces scrunch up as they try to fight off the impending explosion of bodily fluids, seeing their delight turn to horror as they realize that after cumming oh so hard, they are even more ticklish. I especially like it when I use the mount that holds a vibrator in place, as that frees up my hands. One of the loudest forced orgasm I've heard was a waitress in Tulsa that screamed (and I do mean SCREAMED) as I danced my fingers across her armpits as her womanhood was massaged quite powerfully. Such is the music to my ears. The redneck country girls are the best about that. They're almost mad that they can't control the feelings bubbling to the surface. It's not so much mad at you for causing these feelings but angry at themselves for not being able to contain them. Eventually they lose the battle (as they all do sooner or later) and that look of defeat as they sink into the post-orgasmic stupor is absolutely priceless.
They vary by region as well. Girls from the bigger cities tend to hate the tickling more than others I've noticed, some nearly getting angry as they are reduced to puddles of uncontrollable laughter. Maybe it's the "tough" attitude they personify. The ladies from the south are much more receptive to the ticklish touch, but they seem to go nuts when I inevitably start reducing their clothing. Maybe it's the culture that teaches them to keep their pink nipples hidden away, or they've just never had their naughty bits exposed for all the world to see, but I fully believe in freedom. And the ones from the west coast, well, they'll try anything once. Or twice. I met a bartender in Oregon that not only enjoyed the time (it was well paid, believe me!), but was up for a second round a day or so later! That's dedication to one's craft.
I haven't had the chance to tickle many foreign ladies, but the few I have were definitely an experience. Asian girls sound like they are truly in pain. Their tiny almost sobbing laughter could easily be mistaken for someone causing genuine harm. But they are just so adorable and so small. I haven't had a chance to encounter many European women but I do know that both English and German females make for excellent tickle test experiments. And the Germans that I have known were strong. Like "strap to an iron frame" strong. I've been fortunate enough to met one Russian girl in my travels and she nearly broke the restraints. I guess those massive size 11s were too ticklish to be contained. It was cute watching her sob hysterically and without control. I try to slowly work into things but I might have been feeling particularly evil that morning. The few Latin women encountered were all really big loud laughers, very animated, and were prone to crying. Maybe it's because their feet are so damn ticklish, I don't know.
And they all offer sexual favors for the torment to end. I could fill the Empire State Building with the blowjob offers I've had, I tell ya. But I never take them up on the offer. That's the easy way out. I've found the ones that offer things like that are generally the ones that have a ticklish secret hiding. Maybe it's that their ass-cheeks are ticklish (and if the cheeks are ticklish, you can bet your bottom dollar the hole is as well), maybe because they had a bad tickle once a long time ago (and reliving those cherished memories is always good) or maybe it's just because they honestly like it. But it's the irony I want them to enjoy. That a good honest church going girl who works at McDonald's and goes to community college is willing to exchange her body for the torment to end. But even though she offered to let me violate her, I turned her down. Not only was she willing to let a virtual stranger do something she wouldn't let her fiancé do, but the stranger refuses. She was willing to sacrifice her anus for mercy but no mercy was given. And she'll have to go on back to work tomorrow knowing that.
Maybe it's all just me. Maybe there's something wrong with me because I like to tickle torture women from coast to coast. It's not like I harm these girls, nor is it non-consensual. To me I'm helping right the injustices of the world, one giggle at a time.
Incase you were really wondering, this is fiction. But not a bad read I hope.
I have traveled all across the country, searching out women. I don't kill them or maim them, but I tickle them. Sometimes I tickle them and force them to cum. Depends on the mood.
It's quite amusing actually, as most of them are not only quite ticklish but absolutely hate being tickled. These are the best, of course, because they so despise being tickled. From convenience store clerks to strippers to housewives business women, I have conquered them all.
Once I thought that the smug, holier-than-thou women were the best. The types of women that usually won't even be polite to people "lesser" than they are. After seeing the tears run down their faces and hear the captive squeals and pleading laughter, the grunts and strains as they try to fight their bodies from giving in to the orgasms. Watching one of these socialites be reduced to a blubbering heap, offering all sorts of sinful delights if the torment would just end is one of the pleasures I enjoy, hell, more than coffee and cigarettes. Especially since I have a very extensive collection of digital video and enjoy a "Best of" tape from time to time. But I was wrong. These ladies are not the best.
I don't know if there is a best. Each sub-genre of ticklee has her own quirks that make them so delicious. The punk girls seem to be the loudest laughers, their multi-colored hair getting in there faces as their face turns shades of red. The good people at Converse are my heroes, making shoes that not only keep socked feet nice and moist but also quick to remove. Or to slowly tease and take off. Both are so nice. Call me crazy but seeing some girl in a Ramones t-shirt and ripped jeans scream as her legs thrash around and her toes curling as the socks are removed is one of the happiest sights in the world. Well, maybe not for the punk girl, but still. You know what I mean.
The goth girls are also sweet. Pale, tragic and otherwise stoic...turned into gibbering piles of giggly flesh. The goths also seem to be freakier than the rest of the helpless ticklees I've encountered. I know the odds are that some of the thousands of tickled tarts I've encountered have enjoyed the torment, but seems like they are goths more often that not. And their boots, mmm. The feeling of watching their baggy pants legs show that light skin, exposing their soon-to-be-bare feet as I toss their foot coverings to the floor. Seeing their chests suck in air as they try to fight the overwhelming feelings of laughter, watching in horror as I cut away their black t-shirts and look at their helpless shaved armpits. Mmmm. Thank you Marilyn Manson and Trent Reznor, for all that you've done. Especially for me. You almost feel bad for these girls because it seems like their general attitude and persona enhance their ticklishness. Betrayed by their own bodies.
Your average normal girl are great as well. These are the normal, slice of life type people. Usually have a shitty job, sometimes a worthless husband or boyfriend, and above anything else they like the attention. Even though the ultimately end up strapped in, being tortured in ways they never thought possible, it's that attention they receive that they enjoy. Sure it might mean losing bladder control or nearly passing out from the lack of oxygen, but they usually have the biggest smiles (before, during and after). Most of them never knew that the small of their back was ticklish or that that a fur glove would tickle that bad. The utter surprise as you make then howl uncontrollably as you touch places no one has touched like that before is almost as good as the laughter itself. It certainly brightens up a dull afternoon, let me tell you!
Not every participant meets the same fate however. Most of them just get the tickle torment of a lifetime (along with some new clothes and a few hundred dollars for the effort), while I smile and have another lovely video to add to the collection and the best memories that a depraved man with lots of time and money can have. Usually they have to admit something for the exercise to be done. Usually it's something just embarrassing ("I'm Courtney, the best tickle slut waitress in the world," "I'm Crystal, the ticklish goth girl. Tickle my feet and I'll squeal with delight," things like that), although it can be much worse ("I'm Rain and I slept with my best friend Sarah at church camp," or "I'm Jasmine and I steal my aunt's pain pills," things like that), although on occasion they have had much worse fates. It's such a contrast seeing the smiles and laughs while telling something that no other person would hear that I enjoy. Call me cruel (and some have) but it's seeing them physically defeated and mentally exhausted that makes my lips curl into a smile.
One of my favorite tricks is the forced orgasm. Sure it's an oldie, but it's definitely a goodie. Watching the faces scrunch up as they try to fight off the impending explosion of bodily fluids, seeing their delight turn to horror as they realize that after cumming oh so hard, they are even more ticklish. I especially like it when I use the mount that holds a vibrator in place, as that frees up my hands. One of the loudest forced orgasm I've heard was a waitress in Tulsa that screamed (and I do mean SCREAMED) as I danced my fingers across her armpits as her womanhood was massaged quite powerfully. Such is the music to my ears. The redneck country girls are the best about that. They're almost mad that they can't control the feelings bubbling to the surface. It's not so much mad at you for causing these feelings but angry at themselves for not being able to contain them. Eventually they lose the battle (as they all do sooner or later) and that look of defeat as they sink into the post-orgasmic stupor is absolutely priceless.
They vary by region as well. Girls from the bigger cities tend to hate the tickling more than others I've noticed, some nearly getting angry as they are reduced to puddles of uncontrollable laughter. Maybe it's the "tough" attitude they personify. The ladies from the south are much more receptive to the ticklish touch, but they seem to go nuts when I inevitably start reducing their clothing. Maybe it's the culture that teaches them to keep their pink nipples hidden away, or they've just never had their naughty bits exposed for all the world to see, but I fully believe in freedom. And the ones from the west coast, well, they'll try anything once. Or twice. I met a bartender in Oregon that not only enjoyed the time (it was well paid, believe me!), but was up for a second round a day or so later! That's dedication to one's craft.
I haven't had the chance to tickle many foreign ladies, but the few I have were definitely an experience. Asian girls sound like they are truly in pain. Their tiny almost sobbing laughter could easily be mistaken for someone causing genuine harm. But they are just so adorable and so small. I haven't had a chance to encounter many European women but I do know that both English and German females make for excellent tickle test experiments. And the Germans that I have known were strong. Like "strap to an iron frame" strong. I've been fortunate enough to met one Russian girl in my travels and she nearly broke the restraints. I guess those massive size 11s were too ticklish to be contained. It was cute watching her sob hysterically and without control. I try to slowly work into things but I might have been feeling particularly evil that morning. The few Latin women encountered were all really big loud laughers, very animated, and were prone to crying. Maybe it's because their feet are so damn ticklish, I don't know.
And they all offer sexual favors for the torment to end. I could fill the Empire State Building with the blowjob offers I've had, I tell ya. But I never take them up on the offer. That's the easy way out. I've found the ones that offer things like that are generally the ones that have a ticklish secret hiding. Maybe it's that their ass-cheeks are ticklish (and if the cheeks are ticklish, you can bet your bottom dollar the hole is as well), maybe because they had a bad tickle once a long time ago (and reliving those cherished memories is always good) or maybe it's just because they honestly like it. But it's the irony I want them to enjoy. That a good honest church going girl who works at McDonald's and goes to community college is willing to exchange her body for the torment to end. But even though she offered to let me violate her, I turned her down. Not only was she willing to let a virtual stranger do something she wouldn't let her fiancé do, but the stranger refuses. She was willing to sacrifice her anus for mercy but no mercy was given. And she'll have to go on back to work tomorrow knowing that.
Maybe it's all just me. Maybe there's something wrong with me because I like to tickle torture women from coast to coast. It's not like I harm these girls, nor is it non-consensual. To me I'm helping right the injustices of the world, one giggle at a time.
Incase you were really wondering, this is fiction. But not a bad read I hope.
