Inverse
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I wrote this some time ago, in a dark mood full of malicious intent. I was angry, but it was a focused anger. A slightly sadistic one, at the time I wouldn't apologize for it. I probably wouldn't now, but I was different then. This is an 'unfinished' story for me, but I found its ending to be adequate~ my emotions didn't let me continue. I have to apologize~ the tickling content in this story is slim, and it is not what I would consider a 'tickling' story~ and it contains tentacles in as dark a manner as I could stand at the time. I wanted to extend the tickling, if only for the community~ but I wrote this for myself, and what I had was a snapshot of exactly what I needed~ what I wanted~ I wanted an image that I could remember forever. I hope you enjoy it, but I wouldn't blame you if you do otherwise. <3
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Executed, by Inverse
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I don't quite remember when it was that I woke up. Felt like I was just sitting still for quite awhile, staring at nothing in particular. I could see things now. Things moving in the dark. I could hear breathing, deep sighs and panting. A moan rose in the dark, deep and painful, it was as rich with anguish as it was with lust. I tried to move, but I couldn't. Not an inch.
I remember now, perhaps I was dead? Perhaps this is what awaited me after years of my trade. A reward for my misadventures. I was a thief, a cat burglar to be precise. I never held people up on the streets. Never had to bully or intimidate. I never needed to, since I was a young girl it was always easy for me to enter homes, undetected. It was exciting to me. There comes a moment in the life of the thief where the world seems like it belongs to no one. Every house, was my house. All things were my things.
I didn't want to hurt them, I honestly didn't. I had never been cornered like that before. I had broken into their home and all I wanted to do was leave, but they wouldn't let me. That boy and his friend, taunting me, telling me the things that would happen to me in prison. In the dungeons of the kingdom of Marez, there was a special place for criminals. Especially career thieves like myself. I had heard only rumors, rumors of corruption and darkness in the kingdom. Whispers of dealings with the occult. Rumors of a heavy price to pay if I ever got caught.
I had no choice. I had to run. I couldn't risk being caught so soon, but they got in my way. I was careless and took a slash of their blades. It stung, but not as true as my swords in their skulls. I had never killed before. It came so easy, like they were nothing but straw men in training fields. I would say easier, their flesh gave way far simpler than hay and sawdust. I had purchased my freedom with blood, and I would take it.
However, I did not expect their blades to be poisoned. A powerful anesthetic, it shook me to my core. My legs became brittle and when I awoke I was being taken to their holds. Tried for murder and thievery. My sentence would be death in the Circle. I did not know of what they meant, but I would soon find out.
The circle, dark and lit in a ring of flame. Stripped naked before the families of my victims. Ridiculed and mocked by hundreds of witnesses. I had remembered saying my final words.
“No regrets. I lived my life at your expense.”
Perhaps they were childish words to end my life with. I never claimed myself the poet. No sooner had I said them before the family and friends of my victims before I was thrown into a dark gaping maw in the crust of the earth. I slid down the angled slope. Sunlight vanished and I was covered in oily darkness. Perhaps it would be the last time I saw daylight. Was I to be throwing into a pit to die slowly? A cruel fate...
I did not expect this though. This darkness. My eyes were open fully, yet I could barely see. Crystals seemed scattered across a long open hall. They pulsed every few seconds, giving a faint red glow before returning to darkness. My eyes adjusted but what I saw was something that brought chills to me.
Within the hall, staggered on each side, were women held by what appeared to be gnarled vines, blackened and possessed. They reached out from the red, wet walls themselves and held them in place in rigid positions. In my poor vision I swear the walls seemed to pulse, thicken and thin, as if they were breathing. It was then I realized my own legs and arms were held fast and as I looked up I saw them up close. Vines with flesh blackened as charred meat. Cracked and gnarled and strong they gripped at me, and made a mockery of my efforts to escape them. Like I was nothing to them.
My heart began to race as I felt a hand, large and strong reached above my head and grabbed hold, pulling my head to the wall. I couldn't scream. I was petrified in fear. I am not one to be scared of a fight, or a challenge. However here I was, in humid, wet darkness. Perhaps the bowels of hell itself. How could I not be fearful? In my delirium I questioned the reality in all of this. I didn't want to accept it, none of it.
I heard the slithers again, they were all around me and I could not turn my head to see. I felt something crawling up my legs, something long, intense and menacing coiling around me, slick residue left on the surface on my skin giving me chills. They got closer and closer between my legs and when I felt the touch of what felt like dozens of fingers brushing and rubbing at my pussy, I finally did find the will to scream.
I screamed as loud as I could, but I could do no more. The sensation was too much. I had not been touched by anyone in so long, I had forgotten the sensation of another's lust, but this was not lust. This wasn't affection, nor sensual. Completely impersonal My pussy was being teased and touched in a manner so alien and precise that I couldn't stand it. My clit hardened almost immediately as it was caressed in the exact manner as I would to please myself and more. I couldn't see what touched me, It was maddening to be unable to know.
More of the wet tendrils seemed to cover my body, wrapping around my waist and tightening below my breasts. They understood my anatomy intimately, as the squeezed I found it hard to breath, and my screams became ragged. I became lightheaded, but that was only the beginning of my symptoms. As the pressure became so strong I felt I would draw my last breath, and my sight began to fill with stars in my ashphyxiation, a sharp pain seemed to pierce the the nipples upon each breast.
My mouth came open, but nothing could escape it. Something was filling me from within and it was so acrid and strong I could taste it on the back of my throat. Like metal mixed with sugar, it coursed within my breast and into my bloodstream. My brain beginning to tingle as my sober horror with my reality began to shift to a near dreamlike euphoria. Even my eyesight seemed to change, as the red glow seemed brighter, it was as if I was being wrapped in daylight,.I could see again. The tendrils wrapped around me eased their tightening embrace and I was allowed to breath. The first thing escape my lips after taking a powerful, painful moan.
I had never felt this sensation. My entire head felt like it was throbbing painlessly, my mouth salivated uncontrollably, tears fell from my eyes. My skin felt like there was a sheet of energy coating it, buzzing sweetly at my own arousal. As if to respond to the stiffening at my nipples, the walls below my arms made way for thin tendrils attached to the head of a thick flexing shaft, it dropped below my view, falling to my nipples and caressing them. My voice shaking, involuntary giggles escaping my lips.
It tickled like nothing else did, but I didn't care, it was so wonderful. The tears falling freely now, I knew I was losing my mind. My body was slowly not becoming my own, and even now as I resisted with all I could of my spirit I knew I was going to lose. I was going to lose and it would mock my for my efforts. As if understanding my despair, I could feel a tug on my clit, a tendril gripping around it and forcing blood to swell within as tiny little hairlike bristles strokes and teased it.
There was no hope for me, I cried out into the hall, my moaning mixing in with the sounds of all the other voices within the moist tunnels. I shivered, my body convulsing as I experienced the most powerful orgasm of my life, and even still, the tendrils tickled at my clitoris endlessly. My climax extending, peaking further as it found new ways to stretch and enrich the cascading pleasure throughout my body.
I sobbed then, my fear mixing with the euphoric chemicals in my body left me in a state of perpetual confusion. Tears fell from my eyes as I felt my pussy being invaded by something thick and warm, it stroked at my slit, teasing me. I was so wet I couldn't understand why it would possibly want to do that, but as my teeth began to shiver and chatter, and my lips began to tremble I knew then it wanted me to despair. To know it would enter me and that it knew exactly what I was going through.
I grit my teeth, anger swelling in. Hurry, hurry and rape me if that is what this was going to be about, an endless session of rape and torment. I was angry, sad, that this was all I could hope for. Yet I felt something, the same thin tendrils that teased my clit seemed to multiply, many of the same vine like cords descended before my eyes. Splitting like blossoming flowers into dozens and dozens of appendages. They floated toward me, slowly brushing my skin scanning me ribs, belly, underarms... my arms and thighs. Scanning me, making me grit my teeth, they tickled but under these circumstances I would never allow them to make me laugh, never...
...and yet, it was as if even that desire was to be mocked. I felt a prick at the tip of each of the hair like filaments. They buried into and under my skin. It hurt just slightly, but I had no time to think of the pain. Each filament began an odd hum, musical almost as they all hummed in unison causing a symphony of sound to surround me, though it didn't take long for my laughter to join its composition. The humming made each and every little filament to vibrate at such a high frequency. The embedded tendrils within my skin, nearly connected directly to my nerve endings.
I screamed, and laughed, tears running down my eyes as I couldn't think of anything else other than this nightmarish tickling. I wanted it to stop. To stop now, NOW! I begged and screamed and pleaded, to please stop, STOP! But nothing would listen. My words were meaningless. There was no communication, there was nothing to talk to. It would stop when it wanted to, and as seconds became minutes and the coming of the first hour of my ordeal came to a close I knew it would never.
I had no choice but to accept this. The person I once was, had died when she entered this chamber. There was no turning back, not now, not ever. Yet as this realization crept in, I wasn't even allowed to mourn properly. The tears that ran down my cheeks were mixed with moans of ecstasy and laughter so intense I barely had the breath to fuel it.
It mocked even my sadness, mocked even my anger. Forcing me to laugh like this, forcing my mind to melt in this endless wave of ecstasy as came again, my orgasm nearly splitting me as the thick tendril at my slit decided to enter me mid orgasm. Finding its way deeply into me and causing me to moan and scream in painful bliss. My giggling and laughter mixing with my cries. I could never get used to this tickling, but it didn't matter anymore. I started accepting this, accepting all of it for what it was... for all that was left of me.
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Executed, by Inverse
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I don't quite remember when it was that I woke up. Felt like I was just sitting still for quite awhile, staring at nothing in particular. I could see things now. Things moving in the dark. I could hear breathing, deep sighs and panting. A moan rose in the dark, deep and painful, it was as rich with anguish as it was with lust. I tried to move, but I couldn't. Not an inch.
I remember now, perhaps I was dead? Perhaps this is what awaited me after years of my trade. A reward for my misadventures. I was a thief, a cat burglar to be precise. I never held people up on the streets. Never had to bully or intimidate. I never needed to, since I was a young girl it was always easy for me to enter homes, undetected. It was exciting to me. There comes a moment in the life of the thief where the world seems like it belongs to no one. Every house, was my house. All things were my things.
I didn't want to hurt them, I honestly didn't. I had never been cornered like that before. I had broken into their home and all I wanted to do was leave, but they wouldn't let me. That boy and his friend, taunting me, telling me the things that would happen to me in prison. In the dungeons of the kingdom of Marez, there was a special place for criminals. Especially career thieves like myself. I had heard only rumors, rumors of corruption and darkness in the kingdom. Whispers of dealings with the occult. Rumors of a heavy price to pay if I ever got caught.
I had no choice. I had to run. I couldn't risk being caught so soon, but they got in my way. I was careless and took a slash of their blades. It stung, but not as true as my swords in their skulls. I had never killed before. It came so easy, like they were nothing but straw men in training fields. I would say easier, their flesh gave way far simpler than hay and sawdust. I had purchased my freedom with blood, and I would take it.
However, I did not expect their blades to be poisoned. A powerful anesthetic, it shook me to my core. My legs became brittle and when I awoke I was being taken to their holds. Tried for murder and thievery. My sentence would be death in the Circle. I did not know of what they meant, but I would soon find out.
The circle, dark and lit in a ring of flame. Stripped naked before the families of my victims. Ridiculed and mocked by hundreds of witnesses. I had remembered saying my final words.
“No regrets. I lived my life at your expense.”
Perhaps they were childish words to end my life with. I never claimed myself the poet. No sooner had I said them before the family and friends of my victims before I was thrown into a dark gaping maw in the crust of the earth. I slid down the angled slope. Sunlight vanished and I was covered in oily darkness. Perhaps it would be the last time I saw daylight. Was I to be throwing into a pit to die slowly? A cruel fate...
I did not expect this though. This darkness. My eyes were open fully, yet I could barely see. Crystals seemed scattered across a long open hall. They pulsed every few seconds, giving a faint red glow before returning to darkness. My eyes adjusted but what I saw was something that brought chills to me.
Within the hall, staggered on each side, were women held by what appeared to be gnarled vines, blackened and possessed. They reached out from the red, wet walls themselves and held them in place in rigid positions. In my poor vision I swear the walls seemed to pulse, thicken and thin, as if they were breathing. It was then I realized my own legs and arms were held fast and as I looked up I saw them up close. Vines with flesh blackened as charred meat. Cracked and gnarled and strong they gripped at me, and made a mockery of my efforts to escape them. Like I was nothing to them.
My heart began to race as I felt a hand, large and strong reached above my head and grabbed hold, pulling my head to the wall. I couldn't scream. I was petrified in fear. I am not one to be scared of a fight, or a challenge. However here I was, in humid, wet darkness. Perhaps the bowels of hell itself. How could I not be fearful? In my delirium I questioned the reality in all of this. I didn't want to accept it, none of it.
I heard the slithers again, they were all around me and I could not turn my head to see. I felt something crawling up my legs, something long, intense and menacing coiling around me, slick residue left on the surface on my skin giving me chills. They got closer and closer between my legs and when I felt the touch of what felt like dozens of fingers brushing and rubbing at my pussy, I finally did find the will to scream.
I screamed as loud as I could, but I could do no more. The sensation was too much. I had not been touched by anyone in so long, I had forgotten the sensation of another's lust, but this was not lust. This wasn't affection, nor sensual. Completely impersonal My pussy was being teased and touched in a manner so alien and precise that I couldn't stand it. My clit hardened almost immediately as it was caressed in the exact manner as I would to please myself and more. I couldn't see what touched me, It was maddening to be unable to know.
More of the wet tendrils seemed to cover my body, wrapping around my waist and tightening below my breasts. They understood my anatomy intimately, as the squeezed I found it hard to breath, and my screams became ragged. I became lightheaded, but that was only the beginning of my symptoms. As the pressure became so strong I felt I would draw my last breath, and my sight began to fill with stars in my ashphyxiation, a sharp pain seemed to pierce the the nipples upon each breast.
My mouth came open, but nothing could escape it. Something was filling me from within and it was so acrid and strong I could taste it on the back of my throat. Like metal mixed with sugar, it coursed within my breast and into my bloodstream. My brain beginning to tingle as my sober horror with my reality began to shift to a near dreamlike euphoria. Even my eyesight seemed to change, as the red glow seemed brighter, it was as if I was being wrapped in daylight,.I could see again. The tendrils wrapped around me eased their tightening embrace and I was allowed to breath. The first thing escape my lips after taking a powerful, painful moan.
I had never felt this sensation. My entire head felt like it was throbbing painlessly, my mouth salivated uncontrollably, tears fell from my eyes. My skin felt like there was a sheet of energy coating it, buzzing sweetly at my own arousal. As if to respond to the stiffening at my nipples, the walls below my arms made way for thin tendrils attached to the head of a thick flexing shaft, it dropped below my view, falling to my nipples and caressing them. My voice shaking, involuntary giggles escaping my lips.
It tickled like nothing else did, but I didn't care, it was so wonderful. The tears falling freely now, I knew I was losing my mind. My body was slowly not becoming my own, and even now as I resisted with all I could of my spirit I knew I was going to lose. I was going to lose and it would mock my for my efforts. As if understanding my despair, I could feel a tug on my clit, a tendril gripping around it and forcing blood to swell within as tiny little hairlike bristles strokes and teased it.
There was no hope for me, I cried out into the hall, my moaning mixing in with the sounds of all the other voices within the moist tunnels. I shivered, my body convulsing as I experienced the most powerful orgasm of my life, and even still, the tendrils tickled at my clitoris endlessly. My climax extending, peaking further as it found new ways to stretch and enrich the cascading pleasure throughout my body.
I sobbed then, my fear mixing with the euphoric chemicals in my body left me in a state of perpetual confusion. Tears fell from my eyes as I felt my pussy being invaded by something thick and warm, it stroked at my slit, teasing me. I was so wet I couldn't understand why it would possibly want to do that, but as my teeth began to shiver and chatter, and my lips began to tremble I knew then it wanted me to despair. To know it would enter me and that it knew exactly what I was going through.
I grit my teeth, anger swelling in. Hurry, hurry and rape me if that is what this was going to be about, an endless session of rape and torment. I was angry, sad, that this was all I could hope for. Yet I felt something, the same thin tendrils that teased my clit seemed to multiply, many of the same vine like cords descended before my eyes. Splitting like blossoming flowers into dozens and dozens of appendages. They floated toward me, slowly brushing my skin scanning me ribs, belly, underarms... my arms and thighs. Scanning me, making me grit my teeth, they tickled but under these circumstances I would never allow them to make me laugh, never...
...and yet, it was as if even that desire was to be mocked. I felt a prick at the tip of each of the hair like filaments. They buried into and under my skin. It hurt just slightly, but I had no time to think of the pain. Each filament began an odd hum, musical almost as they all hummed in unison causing a symphony of sound to surround me, though it didn't take long for my laughter to join its composition. The humming made each and every little filament to vibrate at such a high frequency. The embedded tendrils within my skin, nearly connected directly to my nerve endings.
I screamed, and laughed, tears running down my eyes as I couldn't think of anything else other than this nightmarish tickling. I wanted it to stop. To stop now, NOW! I begged and screamed and pleaded, to please stop, STOP! But nothing would listen. My words were meaningless. There was no communication, there was nothing to talk to. It would stop when it wanted to, and as seconds became minutes and the coming of the first hour of my ordeal came to a close I knew it would never.
I had no choice but to accept this. The person I once was, had died when she entered this chamber. There was no turning back, not now, not ever. Yet as this realization crept in, I wasn't even allowed to mourn properly. The tears that ran down my cheeks were mixed with moans of ecstasy and laughter so intense I barely had the breath to fuel it.
It mocked even my sadness, mocked even my anger. Forcing me to laugh like this, forcing my mind to melt in this endless wave of ecstasy as came again, my orgasm nearly splitting me as the thick tendril at my slit decided to enter me mid orgasm. Finding its way deeply into me and causing me to moan and scream in painful bliss. My giggling and laughter mixing with my cries. I could never get used to this tickling, but it didn't matter anymore. I started accepting this, accepting all of it for what it was... for all that was left of me.
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