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Another Disclaimer:*This one may also be light on tickling. Either that or it just felt that way because it's a shorter story. Not really up for me to decide, though. Here it is. * “Ah, ah, oh, yes, YES... Oh, oh*come on, you... You...” “I do*not*remember giving you permission to speak.”...

Disclaimer:*I'd say this is something like 70/30 or maybe 60/40, something like that, foot fetish/tickling. But since it does contain tickling I didn't want to incorrectly place it in the non tickle story section. Anyway, here it is. * Adrianna's lacquered fingernails toyed with the tiny...

* And before I knew it I was scooping her ankles up into the air, pulling her trainers off and holding her tight in an armlock and scrabbling my fingernails all over her flailing, cringing feet and she screams and shouts at me in disbelief, the socks offering her next-to-no protection from the...

* I could have screamed. I could have cried. I could have absolutely balled my eyes out and turned the air the deepest, most vivid shade of blue the world had ever seen in the process. They stopped, again. My heart broke, again. And they laughed at me, again. Cheeky and lusty giggles both...

So, something slightly different. Back to the old cruel and non-consensual stuff. This is unrelated to any other story of mine. As always, comments / PM's with feedback or ideas welcome* :) *** “Help me! Kelly! KEL-” She dissolved into that terrifying, face-reddening silent laughter again...

So here's a second part. This one took a little longer. Let me know what you think. Comment here or PM me, either is good*:) *** “No! Let me go! I didn't do anything!” “There's no way that I'm taking you out while you're in this sort of mood.” Laura huffed as she scooped Tara up from...

Not an awful lot to do recently what with the world turning a little crazy and me finding myself furloughed. So here we are. A little story I've thrown together. Whether you're still at work, furloughed, unemployed, taking each day as it comes or barricading yourselves inside and not emerging...

** Damn near as unnerving as the feeling that this God forsaken tool working over my toes was surely gonna be the last thing I ever felt in my life, was the fact that the white-hot ticklish sensation searing through my toes raced through my legs and struck like lightning directly between my...

A quick attempt at a flash story. ** Will she*never*learn? Cranking the final belt tight and locking it in place, I watched as the rollers bristling with firm and wispy tendrils find their pre-programmed positions, wedging themselves in tight against her arches and whizzing into life. Rising...

** Rooted to the spot, unable to look away or shut my ears or shout for help or do anything at all, all I could do was watch. Watch as two monsters had their way with my cousin, seeming so far away despite being right there in front of me. My breath agitated and panicky and my insides swirling...

** “Enough! Enough, she's had enough now! Stop! Let her go dammit!” I'd broken into a sweat just watching what they were doing to her. These fiends had stripped Molly of her cowboy boots, tossing them aside and were tickling the soles of her feet. Might not sound like too much but holy hell...

Teeth bared I desperately humped the air and shrieked in despair mourning the loss of yet another release. Every muscle in my body flexed in response to my minds demands that I tear myself free and grab my cock to finish the job they'd started over twenty times by now. The straps held fast...

“Keep it up, Stace. I wanna see tears in those eyes. And don't forget his hips, Claire. Remember the spots I showed you?” Yes. She fucking remembers, Lizzie. Christ, after over half an hour of the most inhumane treatment my cock had ever been subjected to I had finally been shown mercy and...

Interestingly several people appeared to have the same idea all at once over on the tickling stories forum regarding flash fiction. I'd also been toying with the idea prior to the NEST stuff being announced and the great Viewmaster posting his own submission. Thought I'd try it out for myself...

*** One moment he's inside of her, hard as a rock and raring to go. The next, he's still there, just as hard. And the moment after that one... Yup, still there, rutting away, making all the right noises, clasping at her thigh as if in the throes of passion. He follows the script he wrote for...

*** Rolling around the emperor bed in a frenzy, her mind was ablaze with panic. She whooped and screeched with gale after gale of forced hilarity as her forearms were pinned down snug beneath bare legs and merciless fingers delved into the hollows of her armpits. Her eyes squeezed tight as more...

*** The woollen bag lurched and leapt around on the cushioned ground as if the contents were being electrocuted. It rolled around awkwardly and desperately, the feet end kicking into the floor and the head thrashing this way and that. The knuckles of anguished hands could be seen just above...

*** “Come on sweety, smile for the camera.” Maria giggled to herself before finishing the large glass of red wine. She took in the sight of Holly, repositioned the laptop on her thighs and congratulated herself on a job very, very well done. Holly was bound on all fours this evening. Her feet...

*** One week later. Kat hung limp in the rack, an insidious device which held her completely immobile and as she had found out, much to her dismay, could be easily adjusted to arrange her body in virtually any position imaginable. There were positions it seemed for every occasion, whether it...

*** Kat walked along the street admiring the houses, the cleanliness, the absolute peace and quiet. Those two girls definitely chose a decent part of town.*Must be Little Miss Tickly Puss that has the cash in that household*she thought, Hayley certainly had nothing going for herself financially...