TheMilkman
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Part 1-2:
https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=321210
3. At minute 5, the regular spasms of your girlfriend's body grew weaker until there was no more reaction.
"Get the smelling salts! You there at the feet - don't stop brushing!"
With a loud gasp, she was ripped from unconsciousness and back into the living nightmare, lying in her own urine, feeling a mind-shattering, almost painful tingling in the soles of her feet. Before realising what had happened, she was back at howling, laughing and trying to jerk as much as the bondage allowed her. To prevent another fainting fit, one of her captors drew an oxygen mask over her face, brushing aside the sweaty and matted hair. After five further minutes, a bell rang, which caused the masked men at the left foot to withdraw. The rising sense of hope in your chest was shattered, when another trio of ticklers, fully energised, took their place and kept the insane brushing going, after squirting another generous layer of oil over the red soles.*
"There's always backup - don't you worry!"
Cowering in the corner of your cell, doing your best to keep your reddened eyes on the screen, watching the love of your life getting tortured into complete insanity - hard bristles getting dragged over soles that were too sensitive for walking over grass. There was nothing to do but avoid further misbehaviour. So you had to watch it all. Team after team at her feet getting replenished and keeping the brushing going. Despite the oxygen mask, the revival counter stood at 5 after around 45 minutes. Water was forced down her throat during the seconds of unconsciousness, to keep her hydrated but part of you suspected it was so she would pee herself again as punishment for "chickening out".*
Once the counter reached 0 and the sound of scratching bristles on oily skin stopped, still ringing in your ears for several seconds, you looked at the completely exhausted pile of shame lying in her bonds, taking deep breaths like a person being submerged in water for too long. The breathing was interrupted by unbearable sobs that caused you to cry as well and holding out your hand toward the monitor as if to comfort your poor baby…
"You have ten seconds to tell us where it is hidden. Or may I remind you of the consequences otherwise?"
Feigning ignorance: last punishment repeated
Hearing the question and reading the text caused your mind to go completely blank. You tried to stammer something but words failed you. Your girlfriend started to sob uncontrollably, as the countdown reached zero and the 1 hour countdown reappeared on the screen. Two trios of masked men reappeared, drenching her red soles in plenty of oil and descended their brushes towards them…
4. From this moment on, the kidnappers seemed to gave up all pretences of wanting to get any information out of you. Since not speaking and giving wrong information meant yielded the same cruel punishment for your love, it didn't matter any way. They just kept torturing your girl without many pauses or regard for her or your sanity - keeping her alive to prolong her and your torment seemingly their only priority.*
At some point they added punishments for the inevitable looking away from the screen. At some point you just closed your eyes in physical and mental exhaustion and were awakened by a short siren, announcing the new punishment for your girlfriend: a spinning wheel determined it to be half an hour of goat torture.*
The punishment teams led in six young goats craving for salt, three per foot and then added an implement to the stocks that would constantly drip a salt solution onto your girlfriend's nervously moving feet. With a cry of frustration and heart-wrenching panic from the victim, the Medieval tickle torture commenced. The rough,wet and warm tongues between her toes, were the worst and most tickling feeling she had ever experienced up to that point. The rough brushes were brutal and the tingling sensation from the hours of overstimulation could still be felt, but the tongues managed to reach places the brushes could not and warmed the soles up, which increased ticklishness. Furthermore, the roughness was like a pumice stone, enhancing the already insane sensitivity even further.
Other tortures the cruel wheel of misfortune had to offer were sole roasting with oil and blow dryers (1 hour), vibrators on the strongest setting tied to the sole and between each toe (3 hours), writing and waterjet + soapy brushes treatment (2 hours), kitten licking milk off the soles (1 hour), sole feathering (all night) to name a few of the less cruel ones. The torture had been going on for days now, with the ticklers being merciful enough to grant your girlfriend 3-4 hours of sleep per day (a person in a white coat seemed to be checking her health on a regular basis, whispering suggestions in the masked men's ears on how to keep their ticklish victim alive while maximising her torment at the same time). This meant that you were able to nod off without negative repercussions during those resting hours as well, keeping you energised enough to continue watching your girlfriend's torture for another day.
Next part:
https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=321214
https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=321210
3. At minute 5, the regular spasms of your girlfriend's body grew weaker until there was no more reaction.
"Get the smelling salts! You there at the feet - don't stop brushing!"
With a loud gasp, she was ripped from unconsciousness and back into the living nightmare, lying in her own urine, feeling a mind-shattering, almost painful tingling in the soles of her feet. Before realising what had happened, she was back at howling, laughing and trying to jerk as much as the bondage allowed her. To prevent another fainting fit, one of her captors drew an oxygen mask over her face, brushing aside the sweaty and matted hair. After five further minutes, a bell rang, which caused the masked men at the left foot to withdraw. The rising sense of hope in your chest was shattered, when another trio of ticklers, fully energised, took their place and kept the insane brushing going, after squirting another generous layer of oil over the red soles.*
"There's always backup - don't you worry!"
Cowering in the corner of your cell, doing your best to keep your reddened eyes on the screen, watching the love of your life getting tortured into complete insanity - hard bristles getting dragged over soles that were too sensitive for walking over grass. There was nothing to do but avoid further misbehaviour. So you had to watch it all. Team after team at her feet getting replenished and keeping the brushing going. Despite the oxygen mask, the revival counter stood at 5 after around 45 minutes. Water was forced down her throat during the seconds of unconsciousness, to keep her hydrated but part of you suspected it was so she would pee herself again as punishment for "chickening out".*
Once the counter reached 0 and the sound of scratching bristles on oily skin stopped, still ringing in your ears for several seconds, you looked at the completely exhausted pile of shame lying in her bonds, taking deep breaths like a person being submerged in water for too long. The breathing was interrupted by unbearable sobs that caused you to cry as well and holding out your hand toward the monitor as if to comfort your poor baby…
"You have ten seconds to tell us where it is hidden. Or may I remind you of the consequences otherwise?"
Feigning ignorance: last punishment repeated
Hearing the question and reading the text caused your mind to go completely blank. You tried to stammer something but words failed you. Your girlfriend started to sob uncontrollably, as the countdown reached zero and the 1 hour countdown reappeared on the screen. Two trios of masked men reappeared, drenching her red soles in plenty of oil and descended their brushes towards them…
4. From this moment on, the kidnappers seemed to gave up all pretences of wanting to get any information out of you. Since not speaking and giving wrong information meant yielded the same cruel punishment for your love, it didn't matter any way. They just kept torturing your girl without many pauses or regard for her or your sanity - keeping her alive to prolong her and your torment seemingly their only priority.*
At some point they added punishments for the inevitable looking away from the screen. At some point you just closed your eyes in physical and mental exhaustion and were awakened by a short siren, announcing the new punishment for your girlfriend: a spinning wheel determined it to be half an hour of goat torture.*
The punishment teams led in six young goats craving for salt, three per foot and then added an implement to the stocks that would constantly drip a salt solution onto your girlfriend's nervously moving feet. With a cry of frustration and heart-wrenching panic from the victim, the Medieval tickle torture commenced. The rough,wet and warm tongues between her toes, were the worst and most tickling feeling she had ever experienced up to that point. The rough brushes were brutal and the tingling sensation from the hours of overstimulation could still be felt, but the tongues managed to reach places the brushes could not and warmed the soles up, which increased ticklishness. Furthermore, the roughness was like a pumice stone, enhancing the already insane sensitivity even further.
Other tortures the cruel wheel of misfortune had to offer were sole roasting with oil and blow dryers (1 hour), vibrators on the strongest setting tied to the sole and between each toe (3 hours), writing and waterjet + soapy brushes treatment (2 hours), kitten licking milk off the soles (1 hour), sole feathering (all night) to name a few of the less cruel ones. The torture had been going on for days now, with the ticklers being merciful enough to grant your girlfriend 3-4 hours of sleep per day (a person in a white coat seemed to be checking her health on a regular basis, whispering suggestions in the masked men's ears on how to keep their ticklish victim alive while maximising her torment at the same time). This meant that you were able to nod off without negative repercussions during those resting hours as well, keeping you energised enough to continue watching your girlfriend's torture for another day.
Next part:
https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=321214
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