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What's the craziest tickling scenario you can imagine?
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wishfoot88
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i have a pretty fucked up mind, so i could go on forever.
1, tickled by a machine that only tickles you when you laugh. but when you laugh it tickles you harder.
2, being completely paralyzed and having my feet tickled.
3, being spread eagle tied and gang tickled;
2 people per each foot
1 person per knee
1 person per thigh
one person on the crotch
1 per each side
one per each side of ribs
1 per nipple
2 per underarm
1 on the neck.
4, buying a pair of over ankle slippers that when put on, lock themselves to your feet and tickle like mad. (fantasy)
5, being mummified by a very long thick duvet and having my feet tickled for 2 hours. (fantasy)
6, being tickled psychically
7, in a world where the power is run by the sound of laughter.
being captured and tickled while my laughter powers the city.
8, they bring back the stocks as a punishment.
i'm framed for something.
the whole town lines up, waiting to tickle my feet.
9, walking through a toy shop when all the toys come alive and become obsessed with tickling.
10, being abducted by aliens and being the subject of experiments on "the physiology of nerve endings" this includes every type of tickling.
11, going in for an opperation. instead i am just tickled while stuck in the hospital.
12, being tickled for my health.
13, get sentenced to death by tickling.
14, dying and getting my feet tickled for all eternity in the after life.
15, waking up as mercy mew in the low roads saga.
16, placed in all of Scavanger's tickling machines in turn. (fantasy)
17, ghosts haunt my house.
trap me on my bed.
tickle me as a punishment for living here.
18, my girlfriend must find something in 7 days.
all the time she is gone i am gang tickled.
19, wake up in a mansion as some millionaires tickle slave.
20, falling in a big vat of cement all the way up to my neck.
the builders chip away the cement so that my feet are free.
they go on a lunch break.
2 dogs run up and lick my feet.
i could probably think of a couple more.
special thanks to Scavanger and low roads.
thank you
(told you i was fucked up in the head)
1, tickled by a machine that only tickles you when you laugh. but when you laugh it tickles you harder.
2, being completely paralyzed and having my feet tickled.
3, being spread eagle tied and gang tickled;
2 people per each foot
1 person per knee
1 person per thigh
one person on the crotch
1 per each side
one per each side of ribs
1 per nipple
2 per underarm
1 on the neck.
4, buying a pair of over ankle slippers that when put on, lock themselves to your feet and tickle like mad. (fantasy)
5, being mummified by a very long thick duvet and having my feet tickled for 2 hours. (fantasy)
6, being tickled psychically
7, in a world where the power is run by the sound of laughter.
being captured and tickled while my laughter powers the city.
8, they bring back the stocks as a punishment.
i'm framed for something.
the whole town lines up, waiting to tickle my feet.
9, walking through a toy shop when all the toys come alive and become obsessed with tickling.
10, being abducted by aliens and being the subject of experiments on "the physiology of nerve endings" this includes every type of tickling.
11, going in for an opperation. instead i am just tickled while stuck in the hospital.
12, being tickled for my health.
13, get sentenced to death by tickling.
14, dying and getting my feet tickled for all eternity in the after life.
15, waking up as mercy mew in the low roads saga.
16, placed in all of Scavanger's tickling machines in turn. (fantasy)
17, ghosts haunt my house.
trap me on my bed.
tickle me as a punishment for living here.
18, my girlfriend must find something in 7 days.
all the time she is gone i am gang tickled.
19, wake up in a mansion as some millionaires tickle slave.
20, falling in a big vat of cement all the way up to my neck.
the builders chip away the cement so that my feet are free.
they go on a lunch break.
2 dogs run up and lick my feet.
i could probably think of a couple more.
special thanks to Scavanger and low roads.
thank you
(told you i was fucked up in the head)
BassNotBass
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Sheesh, who's going to try to follow that?
Okay, I'll give it a shot.
Hanging horizontally from the ceiling, naked, in a room full people with feathered hats, while the stereo plays "Nod Ya Head" by Will Smith.
Okay, I'll give it a shot.
Hanging horizontally from the ceiling, naked, in a room full people with feathered hats, while the stereo plays "Nod Ya Head" by Will Smith.
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Bound to a metal bondage frame on the ground in a grass meadow, totally immobile, while dozens of pixies tickle every part of my body continuously.
For a much more complete description, see this science fiction story:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=28992
For a much more complete description, see this science fiction story:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=28992
all the contents of your house coming to life and taking you from your bed at night and relocating you onto an orange aeroplane with rocket boosters and flying upside down,
once aboard you are succesfully taken to bits, each part is placed in the lap of random tickle crazed creatures who are enjoying theyre never ending flight and for some reason never get tired so they paid extra for the flight package that includes human torture entertainment, (its a deal arranged with all household items to get them a little extra cash for overnight spending when no ones looking, so watch out, your home is probably in on it)
anyway, the seporation process is quite high tech, i wont go into details but the end result is that you can still feel everything via wireless nerve communication, this technology was pretty much stolen from the XBox 360, shhhh, we dont want to get them in trouble, theyre always watching and always need new sujects,
your head gets placed into a well ventilated box which supplys you with a special oxygen that also takes care of and good/drink needs and stops you ageing, its a very efficiant system.
Im telling you this for your own good, youde do well not to let anything in your house knwo if your ticklish.
once aboard you are succesfully taken to bits, each part is placed in the lap of random tickle crazed creatures who are enjoying theyre never ending flight and for some reason never get tired so they paid extra for the flight package that includes human torture entertainment, (its a deal arranged with all household items to get them a little extra cash for overnight spending when no ones looking, so watch out, your home is probably in on it)
anyway, the seporation process is quite high tech, i wont go into details but the end result is that you can still feel everything via wireless nerve communication, this technology was pretty much stolen from the XBox 360, shhhh, we dont want to get them in trouble, theyre always watching and always need new sujects,
your head gets placed into a well ventilated box which supplys you with a special oxygen that also takes care of and good/drink needs and stops you ageing, its a very efficiant system.
Im telling you this for your own good, youde do well not to let anything in your house knwo if your ticklish.
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I don't know where you get your 1/4 inch X 1/4 inch pieces of "sunshine paper" but you need to share with the rest of the class.
wishfoot88
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ok i have got a couple more.
1, having you feet tied up with string attached to the toes.
so that when you laugh and scrunch your toes pull the strings.
the string control the tickling device on another person.
and so on and so forth.
2, four people mummy wrapped but with their arms free.
they are all arranged in a square on their sides.
each person has the person-in-front-of-them's feet near their face.
if your feet are tickled then you must tickle the feet in front of you.
then all it would take would be one person to give into the temptation to set off the entire tickling chain.
3, the public fall victim to a virus that makes them want to tickle people.
1/4 of the population is immune and become the tickle slaves of the rest.
4, every tickle; story, artwork, image, you have ever looked at becomes true and you are the lee.
5, everything i have said happens to me and i start a true tickling story with
"you will never believe what happened to me....."
6, your watching a tickling video, when you blink you are suddenly the lee.
7, your body becomes paralyzed and the only way to treat you is tickling.
8, everything that you do/wear tickles.
9, your in the sea when an octopus' tentacles wrap around your wrists and ankles. it then calls on all the other sea creature to tickle you.
10, your computer picks up on what you are looking at and comes alive.
it starts sending messages to everyone in your area to come to your house and tickle you beyond belief.
i think i could still do a couple more.....
1, having you feet tied up with string attached to the toes.
so that when you laugh and scrunch your toes pull the strings.
the string control the tickling device on another person.
and so on and so forth.
2, four people mummy wrapped but with their arms free.
they are all arranged in a square on their sides.
each person has the person-in-front-of-them's feet near their face.
if your feet are tickled then you must tickle the feet in front of you.
then all it would take would be one person to give into the temptation to set off the entire tickling chain.
3, the public fall victim to a virus that makes them want to tickle people.
1/4 of the population is immune and become the tickle slaves of the rest.
4, every tickle; story, artwork, image, you have ever looked at becomes true and you are the lee.
5, everything i have said happens to me and i start a true tickling story with
"you will never believe what happened to me....."
6, your watching a tickling video, when you blink you are suddenly the lee.
7, your body becomes paralyzed and the only way to treat you is tickling.
8, everything that you do/wear tickles.
9, your in the sea when an octopus' tentacles wrap around your wrists and ankles. it then calls on all the other sea creature to tickle you.
10, your computer picks up on what you are looking at and comes alive.
it starts sending messages to everyone in your area to come to your house and tickle you beyond belief.
i think i could still do a couple more.....
wishfoot88
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okay i do a couple more.
1, you are walking through the park when thousands of ants swarm around you and carry you off to their nest.
they begin to swarm all over your body, tickling as they go.
2, when you die you find out that for every sin you have committed you shall be tickled for a year.
3, your fighting in a war when you get captured. the enemy tickles your feet for information.
4, you go to a salon for a tan. you get stuck in the tanning bed with your feet sticking out of the end.
while you wait for the maintenance guy to turn up, the staff tickle your feet.
5, the human race lands on a new planet. the planet is the same as earth just with no (known) life. the 1st crew to arrive walk through the planet and are suddenly ambushed. tentacles erupt from the ground and wrap around the crew and strip them of their clothes.
no-one knows what happened to them but if you tune into their mobile communications devices then all you can here is laughter.
6, every time you think of tickling, you get tickled in the exact way you imagined.
7, you develop super powers that can only be activated my tickling.
8, aliens invade earth.
one by one they take people off into the mother ship for "harvesting"
they harvest the laughter from the tickled humans.
9, you dress up as a knight for the renaissance fair and fall over.
people start taking your armored boots off and tickle your feet.
10, everyone you have ever pissed off, gangs up and tickles you forever.
11, you get some antidepressant pills that turn into tiny robots that trap your most ticklish area and tickle away.
maybe got a few more.
1, you are walking through the park when thousands of ants swarm around you and carry you off to their nest.
they begin to swarm all over your body, tickling as they go.
2, when you die you find out that for every sin you have committed you shall be tickled for a year.
3, your fighting in a war when you get captured. the enemy tickles your feet for information.
4, you go to a salon for a tan. you get stuck in the tanning bed with your feet sticking out of the end.
while you wait for the maintenance guy to turn up, the staff tickle your feet.
5, the human race lands on a new planet. the planet is the same as earth just with no (known) life. the 1st crew to arrive walk through the planet and are suddenly ambushed. tentacles erupt from the ground and wrap around the crew and strip them of their clothes.
no-one knows what happened to them but if you tune into their mobile communications devices then all you can here is laughter.
6, every time you think of tickling, you get tickled in the exact way you imagined.
7, you develop super powers that can only be activated my tickling.
8, aliens invade earth.
one by one they take people off into the mother ship for "harvesting"
they harvest the laughter from the tickled humans.
9, you dress up as a knight for the renaissance fair and fall over.
people start taking your armored boots off and tickle your feet.
10, everyone you have ever pissed off, gangs up and tickles you forever.
11, you get some antidepressant pills that turn into tiny robots that trap your most ticklish area and tickle away.
maybe got a few more.
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wishfoot88
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it's like final destination.
you have a premonition that everyone you know will be tickled to death.
it happens.
you are the last.
your on a hill carrying loads of saran wrap.
you drop them and they all unroll down the hill.
you stop walking and take in how annoying this is.
then, your leg gives way and you fall and roll down the hill.
you are tightly wrapped in the saran wrap as you roll down the hill.
you stop at the bottom.
your feet are sticking out and your socks and shoes have fallen off.
then hundreds of cats and dogs swarm around your feet, licking as they go.
slowly but surely you are tickled to death.
you wake up in a dark rocky room, still wrapped in the saran wrap.
you see a skeleton in a long dark cloak.
it's death.
he begins to tickle your feet.
he carries on tickling for all eternity.
NOW THAT'S FUCKED UP!!!!!!!
you have a premonition that everyone you know will be tickled to death.
it happens.
you are the last.
your on a hill carrying loads of saran wrap.
you drop them and they all unroll down the hill.
you stop walking and take in how annoying this is.
then, your leg gives way and you fall and roll down the hill.
you are tightly wrapped in the saran wrap as you roll down the hill.
you stop at the bottom.
your feet are sticking out and your socks and shoes have fallen off.
then hundreds of cats and dogs swarm around your feet, licking as they go.
slowly but surely you are tickled to death.
you wake up in a dark rocky room, still wrapped in the saran wrap.
you see a skeleton in a long dark cloak.
it's death.
he begins to tickle your feet.
he carries on tickling for all eternity.
NOW THAT'S FUCKED UP!!!!!!!
well... ya it's a little fucked up 😀 but, what a way to go, huh? 
I gotta another one:
Everytime you hear the word "the" you feel like your being ticked all over.
I'd be going around saying "the the the the the the the the..." all the time!!
I gotta another one:
Everytime you hear the word "the" you feel like your being ticked all over.
I'd be going around saying "the the the the the the the the..." all the time!!
wishfoot88
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whoever you look at feels tickled all over.
i would need a mirror
i would need a mirror
jersey_tickler
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Being on a double decker bus in London that gets highjacked by women dressed entirely in black who kick out all the passengers except you. Then they bring you to the top of the bus where each woman takes turns tickling you in your underwear. Oh and they also toss your clothes out the bus window, after the bus takes off again. You better pray that they stop at clothing store next lol!
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Those are all my ideas ... and moar.
Mine
1) Being kidnapped by a clan of Irish Celtic witches and being tortured - because of a clan feud - by being tied up by coiling snakes and tickled all over my naked body with light green quills.
2) Having the ability to have possessed body hair that will tickle me on will; hair on the secrets and head only; having hair past my ass and having my hair tie up my limbs and having an overly limber body to where I can be tickled in all sorts of positions; being tickled by my hair, widely, all over my hyper ticklish self. 🙂
3) Going back into time to get acquainted with friends that - in my previous time - were old and distant, and finding out that they have a tickle fetish, and being tied up by them and having a really fun tickle party.
4) Receiving a box of magical suckers in the mail; these voodoo suckers come from some remote place in Jamaica and, when licked in public, have the ability to incite tickle fights from everyone. 🙂
5) Having a group of shoemakers living in hidden areas in my house, secretly sneaking about the house doing up chores, and developing a friendship with them; once we're friends, I find out that I have a crush on some of them, and that we all share the tickle-fetish deal; they are 'lers; I am a 'lee; I let them tie me up on special occasions and tickle me silly.
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jersey_tickler
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Be part of a pagen tickling ceremony with you as a sacrifice to the god of laughter. You try to put up a fight, but the hippie pagen women surround you and carry you up to their alter where they strip you of all your clothes and then burn them in a pit. Then you are tied down as they make a circle and use their fingers, tongues, and feathers to tickle you all over.
TangerineTicklee
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Thought of another one
Finding an attic up in your house and finding a magic pair of stocks that, when you lock yourself in them, will transport you into your past and enable you to an alternate, better life there - a non-vanilla life, not to mention an interesting one as well - while still carrying on a life in the present.
If only dreams could come true. 
Finding an attic up in your house and finding a magic pair of stocks that, when you lock yourself in them, will transport you into your past and enable you to an alternate, better life there - a non-vanilla life, not to mention an interesting one as well - while still carrying on a life in the present.
If only dreams could come true. jersey_tickler
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Hopping inside a magic elevator that transports you to another world. A light goes off inside the elevator and when it comes back on, the doors open and you're in a huge tickle playhouse where strange creatures grab you and take you over to their play area. Then they strip you down to your underwear and then tickle you all over and even playfully nibble your toes and what not. Then after you're a sweaty mess, they give you a bath and return your clothes after washing and drying them. Then you return as you were before, except feeling better and rejuvenated, sound good?
jersey_tickler
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Or how about being tied down, having your shoes removed and then having a bucket of tickle bugs being poured on you as they eat through your clothes and tickle all over your bare skin and nip at your toes. And when you pass out, they leave because they feed on laughter lol
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Is tickling in church during prayer a ****thunder*****
Posting in the TMF personals and getting a legitimate response from a 'lee that lives nearby. She wants you to do the old shrimp n Shemp. Your high school sweetheart calls out of the blue and wants to see you, upon which she nervously confesses she has a tickle fetish. Being a pedicurist/shoe salesman/massage therapist and your customers/clients are all lovely 'lers.
Posting in the TMF personals and getting a legitimate response from a 'lee that lives nearby. She wants you to do the old shrimp n Shemp. Your high school sweetheart calls out of the blue and wants to see you, upon which she nervously confesses she has a tickle fetish. Being a pedicurist/shoe salesman/massage therapist and your customers/clients are all lovely 'lers.
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Hey wishfoot...2 of those things on your first 20 list i KNOW ( ok maybe three if you push it..lol) happened cuz 2 happened to me!
The first didnt..you listed having no ability to move and having your feet tickled.Some time ago on there was this woman on some tv show (probably the discovery channel) who had no ability to move her legs whatsoever do to some muscle disease of some sort but she did specifically say that she felt everything on her legs and that her feet were extremely ticklish and her husband would playfully take advantage of that from time to time....pretty interesting i thought
The next one kinda falls into the thing you wrote about being in a hosp for surgury but was tickled instead....well this doesnt EXACTLY fit but i was hospitalized for afew weeks back in the early 80's after a bad accident and had my leg in traction and a slint down to my ankles.After the surgical pain went away after 3 sayd or so the nurses (and visitors) quickly discovered how ticklish my hanging foot was and i was tickled multiple times every single day i was there
the last one was about you saying being tickled for health reasons..this may be a stretch but during that same hospital stay i was on bedrest for a sunstantial amout of time and i was given this device to breath into to excersise my lungs to prevent pnumonia i think...anyway i never did it so my then gf who would visit me every day made me watch tv with her during the times i was supposed to be using the device (i think i was during a 2 hr span i was supposed to use it every 15 minutes taking 20 deep breaths..something like that) she would move down to my foot and tickle me during every commercial break! She knew i had the fetish and was already a part of it so she thought it would be fun..it was! The nurses who would walk in and see this thought it was hysterical and sometimes would stop in as they passed just to give me a tickle!
The first didnt..you listed having no ability to move and having your feet tickled.Some time ago on there was this woman on some tv show (probably the discovery channel) who had no ability to move her legs whatsoever do to some muscle disease of some sort but she did specifically say that she felt everything on her legs and that her feet were extremely ticklish and her husband would playfully take advantage of that from time to time....pretty interesting i thought
The next one kinda falls into the thing you wrote about being in a hosp for surgury but was tickled instead....well this doesnt EXACTLY fit but i was hospitalized for afew weeks back in the early 80's after a bad accident and had my leg in traction and a slint down to my ankles.After the surgical pain went away after 3 sayd or so the nurses (and visitors) quickly discovered how ticklish my hanging foot was and i was tickled multiple times every single day i was there
the last one was about you saying being tickled for health reasons..this may be a stretch but during that same hospital stay i was on bedrest for a sunstantial amout of time and i was given this device to breath into to excersise my lungs to prevent pnumonia i think...anyway i never did it so my then gf who would visit me every day made me watch tv with her during the times i was supposed to be using the device (i think i was during a 2 hr span i was supposed to use it every 15 minutes taking 20 deep breaths..something like that) she would move down to my foot and tickle me during every commercial break! She knew i had the fetish and was already a part of it so she thought it would be fun..it was! The nurses who would walk in and see this thought it was hysterical and sometimes would stop in as they passed just to give me a tickle!
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I actually started writing a story about this but never finished, but I will share it with you now as this is my ultimate fantasy. I have actually talked about renting a place like this and having a role-playing session with my fellow tickle fetish friends.
This is copyright Texasticklin, 2010. 😉 Please feel free to provide details and scenes that you might like to see in the story.
This is THE horror story, but all of the killing, gore, and unpleasant suffering is being replaced by tickling...courtesy of the most experienced ticklers ever.
Here is a preview of my story and ultimate fantasy:
Damn. Our car breaks down, and it's me and a guy friend traveling alone out in the middle of nowhere. The only house anywhere in sight is the creepy old house on the hill. We go in the house via the creaky front door and start looking around and trying to ask someone if we can use the phone. The sun is setting. My guy friend wants me to stay in the foyer while he scouts the house, just in case there are crazy people there and I could run out the front door while he is my hero. I stand there while he is checking things out, then there is a commotion, a lot of noise, and he starts screaming and begging for help in the distance. Instead of running out the door, I decide I have to rescue my guy friend. I start creeping around the dark house, trying to locate the source of the distant muffled sounds I am hearing: my guy friend's desperate, tortured screams. I tiptoe around the large, creaky house, calling out my friend's name in a whisper, still hearing his screams from somewhere nearby...but where? I tip-toe up the stairs onto a landing, and see several rooms to choose from. I go in a couple of different rooms and see nothing but dusty white sheets covering antique furniture. Suddenly, I hear my friend scream in the distance, "RUN!! Get out of here! Get out! Run as fast as you---" His sentence cuts off abruptly, and he screams, "NO! NOOO! No more! PLEASE! NO! NO! Nnnnoooooooooo-----aaaaaaaahhhhh!" I decide I better get help. I turn to run down the stairs, but suddenly, I am grabbed from behind. Big, strong arms wrap around me, trapping my arms at my sides, and I am lifted off the ground. I scream, but I am being carried down the hall, toward a room I had not been in. The room is dark. I struggle, but the man that has me is too powerful. He puts my feet back on the ground, then holds me tight with only one arm. The struggle continues, but somehow I am blindfolded. I am again restrained and picked up. I can hear doors opening and closing. Still, in the distance, the faint screams of my friend echo through the walls. My captor stops, and raises my hands above my head. I feel the cool of the leather cuff as it is secured around my right wrist. Knowing that I am going to be suffering the same fate of my friend, whatever it might be, I start to scream. My left hand is secured, and I was left standing up, still blindfolded, arms in the air. I struggle to free myself, and then I hear a quiet laugh from somewhere near me. A deep, but in some way, sultry voice says, "Don't struggle. You can't get free, and you are going to need your strength." I start to whimper, but I manage to say, "What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me!" Again, a quiet chuckle. He says, "I am going to help you get a little more comfortable." I gasp as I hear the cloth of my shirt ripping, and let out a little scream as my shorts are pulled to my ankles. He carefully loosens the straps on my sandals, and pulls them off gently. He then works my shorts off around my feet. "Beautiful," I hear him whisper. I am in fear of being violated, and start to cry. "Now, now, don't cry," the man says. "I do not intend to cause you pain, and I am not going to remove the remainder of your clothing." I feel his fingertips brush over my stomach, and I shudder. He does it again, a little harder this time, and I squeal in spite of myself. He laughs again. "What a good girl," he says. "I am not going to hurt you...but it looks like you are going to suffer." I don't know what he means, but I stop crying. He takes off my blindfold and wipes a tear from my cheek. My eyes start to adjust to the dim light. Candles? He steps back from me a little bit and my eyes begin to focus on him. I gasp again before I can stop myself. The man is about six feet tall, maybe a little taller. He has dirty blond hair that nearly reaches his shoulders. He is ruggedly handsome, with blue eyes that significantly stand out. He is so gorgeous that I find myself staring, and embarrassed, I look away. Why was I silently admiring this man's looks, while I was standing in middle of the room, clad in nothing but black bra and panties, with my arms suspended over my head? He looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him. Was he smiling at me? Yes. I could see his dimples as his smile broadened. He laughs again, a deep, low chuckle, and comes closer to me. He looked like some men I had seen on TV shows, a combination of Josh Hollway who plays Sawyer on Lost and Kevin Sorbo from Hercules. He is dressed in black leather pants, black boots, and a black silk shirt, that was unbuttoned down to his chest. I don't want to look at him, but I can't stop myself. He is standing right in front of me now, so close that his chest is touching mine. I can't believe this! This might be my last few minutes, at the hand of this handsome man. He is close enough to kiss me. I can feel his warm breath. Quite suddenly, the screams of my friend startle me. He is nearby. "No! PLEASENO! OH GODDDD....NOOOO!!! ARRGGHHHHHHHHHahaaaaaaaaaaa....STOOOOOP!!!!" Is he...laughing? The man in front of me grins. I try to look defiant but I think I am failing. Shouldn't I be more afraid? Why is my friend laughing? As if he read my mind, the man said, "Sounds like Jonathan is having a great time. Don't worry...he will take excellent care of your friend." I look into his eyes and manage to stutter.."W-what are you going to do to me?" He cocked his head to the side and smiled. "You don't know yet?" He brought his hands up to mine, and extended his fingers, and slowly ran his fingertips down the inside of my arms. The sensation was powerful. I instinctively tried to bring my arms down but couldn't. I was completely restrained. "Ohhhh...." I moaned and tried to keep my composure as his fingertips reached my armpits and he increased the pressure. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. His fingers continued to travel down my sides. My head was still back and although I fought it, I started to giggle. "Nooo!" I said in a half-giggle and snapped my head forward. He still had his head cocked to one side. He raised his eyebrows. "Yes," he says. He drops to his knees and runs his fingers around to my lower back. "Sto-o-o-o-pp-p-p...." I stutter, my giggle starting to get louder and I struggle to move away from his wiggling fingers but I can't get far. He then drags his fingers over my thighs, and down my legs. I start laughing, although I am fighting it. "STOP!" I screech, in mid giggle. He ignores me and continues working his fingers around my thighs. In a swift movement, he stands up and digs his fingertips into my exposed ribs. I scream. He does it again. "Noooo! AAAAAHHH! OH GOD! NO! NO! NO! hahahahahahaaaggghhhhhh....!" Tears well up in my eyes. I struggle against the assault on my ribs. I am helpless. He stops and I am breathing heavy, trying not to look at him. He laughs heartily. Again, my friend screams in the distance. It is dawning on me what is about to happen. I start to shake my head in a "no" gesture and whisper to myself, "This isn't happening!" He grins again and says, "Oh yes, it's happening, and from my little test here, it appears as though you are MUCH more ticklish than your tied-up friend in the next room." I gasp again and say, "You can't do this to me!" He kisses me lightly on this lips and whispers,
" Oh, but I can, and I am going to. By the way, my name is Sebastian. You'll be needing my name so you can scream it all...night...long..." I am in disbelief but the screaming and laughing of my friend once again penetrates the silence. Sebastian says, "I am going to have a lot of fun with you. I heard a rumor that you are really ticklish right...here..." He fiercely starts tickling my lower back. My screams cut through the darkness as Sebastian shows no remorse.
What do you think so far? I am trying to come up with a good ending.
This is copyright Texasticklin, 2010. 😉 Please feel free to provide details and scenes that you might like to see in the story.
This is THE horror story, but all of the killing, gore, and unpleasant suffering is being replaced by tickling...courtesy of the most experienced ticklers ever.
Here is a preview of my story and ultimate fantasy:
Damn. Our car breaks down, and it's me and a guy friend traveling alone out in the middle of nowhere. The only house anywhere in sight is the creepy old house on the hill. We go in the house via the creaky front door and start looking around and trying to ask someone if we can use the phone. The sun is setting. My guy friend wants me to stay in the foyer while he scouts the house, just in case there are crazy people there and I could run out the front door while he is my hero. I stand there while he is checking things out, then there is a commotion, a lot of noise, and he starts screaming and begging for help in the distance. Instead of running out the door, I decide I have to rescue my guy friend. I start creeping around the dark house, trying to locate the source of the distant muffled sounds I am hearing: my guy friend's desperate, tortured screams. I tiptoe around the large, creaky house, calling out my friend's name in a whisper, still hearing his screams from somewhere nearby...but where? I tip-toe up the stairs onto a landing, and see several rooms to choose from. I go in a couple of different rooms and see nothing but dusty white sheets covering antique furniture. Suddenly, I hear my friend scream in the distance, "RUN!! Get out of here! Get out! Run as fast as you---" His sentence cuts off abruptly, and he screams, "NO! NOOO! No more! PLEASE! NO! NO! Nnnnoooooooooo-----aaaaaaaahhhhh!" I decide I better get help. I turn to run down the stairs, but suddenly, I am grabbed from behind. Big, strong arms wrap around me, trapping my arms at my sides, and I am lifted off the ground. I scream, but I am being carried down the hall, toward a room I had not been in. The room is dark. I struggle, but the man that has me is too powerful. He puts my feet back on the ground, then holds me tight with only one arm. The struggle continues, but somehow I am blindfolded. I am again restrained and picked up. I can hear doors opening and closing. Still, in the distance, the faint screams of my friend echo through the walls. My captor stops, and raises my hands above my head. I feel the cool of the leather cuff as it is secured around my right wrist. Knowing that I am going to be suffering the same fate of my friend, whatever it might be, I start to scream. My left hand is secured, and I was left standing up, still blindfolded, arms in the air. I struggle to free myself, and then I hear a quiet laugh from somewhere near me. A deep, but in some way, sultry voice says, "Don't struggle. You can't get free, and you are going to need your strength." I start to whimper, but I manage to say, "What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me!" Again, a quiet chuckle. He says, "I am going to help you get a little more comfortable." I gasp as I hear the cloth of my shirt ripping, and let out a little scream as my shorts are pulled to my ankles. He carefully loosens the straps on my sandals, and pulls them off gently. He then works my shorts off around my feet. "Beautiful," I hear him whisper. I am in fear of being violated, and start to cry. "Now, now, don't cry," the man says. "I do not intend to cause you pain, and I am not going to remove the remainder of your clothing." I feel his fingertips brush over my stomach, and I shudder. He does it again, a little harder this time, and I squeal in spite of myself. He laughs again. "What a good girl," he says. "I am not going to hurt you...but it looks like you are going to suffer." I don't know what he means, but I stop crying. He takes off my blindfold and wipes a tear from my cheek. My eyes start to adjust to the dim light. Candles? He steps back from me a little bit and my eyes begin to focus on him. I gasp again before I can stop myself. The man is about six feet tall, maybe a little taller. He has dirty blond hair that nearly reaches his shoulders. He is ruggedly handsome, with blue eyes that significantly stand out. He is so gorgeous that I find myself staring, and embarrassed, I look away. Why was I silently admiring this man's looks, while I was standing in middle of the room, clad in nothing but black bra and panties, with my arms suspended over my head? He looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him. Was he smiling at me? Yes. I could see his dimples as his smile broadened. He laughs again, a deep, low chuckle, and comes closer to me. He looked like some men I had seen on TV shows, a combination of Josh Hollway who plays Sawyer on Lost and Kevin Sorbo from Hercules. He is dressed in black leather pants, black boots, and a black silk shirt, that was unbuttoned down to his chest. I don't want to look at him, but I can't stop myself. He is standing right in front of me now, so close that his chest is touching mine. I can't believe this! This might be my last few minutes, at the hand of this handsome man. He is close enough to kiss me. I can feel his warm breath. Quite suddenly, the screams of my friend startle me. He is nearby. "No! PLEASENO! OH GODDDD....NOOOO!!! ARRGGHHHHHHHHHahaaaaaaaaaaa....STOOOOOP!!!!" Is he...laughing? The man in front of me grins. I try to look defiant but I think I am failing. Shouldn't I be more afraid? Why is my friend laughing? As if he read my mind, the man said, "Sounds like Jonathan is having a great time. Don't worry...he will take excellent care of your friend." I look into his eyes and manage to stutter.."W-what are you going to do to me?" He cocked his head to the side and smiled. "You don't know yet?" He brought his hands up to mine, and extended his fingers, and slowly ran his fingertips down the inside of my arms. The sensation was powerful. I instinctively tried to bring my arms down but couldn't. I was completely restrained. "Ohhhh...." I moaned and tried to keep my composure as his fingertips reached my armpits and he increased the pressure. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. His fingers continued to travel down my sides. My head was still back and although I fought it, I started to giggle. "Nooo!" I said in a half-giggle and snapped my head forward. He still had his head cocked to one side. He raised his eyebrows. "Yes," he says. He drops to his knees and runs his fingers around to my lower back. "Sto-o-o-o-pp-p-p...." I stutter, my giggle starting to get louder and I struggle to move away from his wiggling fingers but I can't get far. He then drags his fingers over my thighs, and down my legs. I start laughing, although I am fighting it. "STOP!" I screech, in mid giggle. He ignores me and continues working his fingers around my thighs. In a swift movement, he stands up and digs his fingertips into my exposed ribs. I scream. He does it again. "Noooo! AAAAAHHH! OH GOD! NO! NO! NO! hahahahahahaaaggghhhhhh....!" Tears well up in my eyes. I struggle against the assault on my ribs. I am helpless. He stops and I am breathing heavy, trying not to look at him. He laughs heartily. Again, my friend screams in the distance. It is dawning on me what is about to happen. I start to shake my head in a "no" gesture and whisper to myself, "This isn't happening!" He grins again and says, "Oh yes, it's happening, and from my little test here, it appears as though you are MUCH more ticklish than your tied-up friend in the next room." I gasp again and say, "You can't do this to me!" He kisses me lightly on this lips and whispers,
" Oh, but I can, and I am going to. By the way, my name is Sebastian. You'll be needing my name so you can scream it all...night...long..." I am in disbelief but the screaming and laughing of my friend once again penetrates the silence. Sebastian says, "I am going to have a lot of fun with you. I heard a rumor that you are really ticklish right...here..." He fiercely starts tickling my lower back. My screams cut through the darkness as Sebastian shows no remorse.
What do you think so far? I am trying to come up with a good ending.
