Deep in the Underworld there is Tartarus, where the wicked are punished in the afterlife. One famous prisoner is Tantalus, who is forever starving and thirsty. He stands in a pool of water with fruit trees hanging nearby. Whenever he stoops to drink, the water recedes. Any time he reaches for the branches, they bend away, just out of reach. Another is Sisyphus, who pushes a round boulder uphill. As he reaches the top, the boulder always escapes him and rolls down to the bottom, where he must begin again.
Have you heard of Prince Oulos? When he was alive, he used his power and influence to fuel a very strange desire: he liked to tickle beautiful young women. He would send armies to conquer new lands just to give him a new supply of women to torment. It delighted him to strip them naked, tie them, and tickle them mercilessly as long as he wanted. It was these years of misdeeds that built him his own place of torment in Tartarus.
Now, Oulos is the victim of the same punishment. He lies naked and helpless, held spread-eagle in chains. The many women he tormented in life have free reign to him now and they are every bit as merciless to him as he once was to them.
His torture is endless. Sometimes, they stroke his skin lightly with fingertips and feathers, teasing every inch of him and making him tremble. Other times, they tickle with fury, curling fingers deep into the hollows of his armpits, playing up and down his ribs, pinching his hips, poking his knees, and dancing their fingertips along his bare, shivering soles.
They have every possible tool at their disposal. Soft fluffy feathers, stiff feathers, scrub brushes and paint brushes. They even have honey to smear him with to encourage tireless swarms of tickling insects to scuttle all over his sensitive skin. If the women grow tired of one torment, they just move on to the next, tickling incessantly and creatively.
They never seem to get bored of hearing his giggles, his howls, his screams, and his desperate pleads for mercy. They tickle him to tears and beyond, laughing along at his ticklish suffering.
The Prince can do nothing to stop it or lessen it. All control has been taken away, given to the women who he once treated so cruelly. He used his influence for twenty years before he was killed and sent to Tartarus. But now that the tables have turned, his torment will go on endlessly, for eternity, every moment driving him wild and making him want to leap out of his skin.
What makes it all the more terrible is his exposed erection. Though the tickling sensations are agonizing and awful, they send unstoppable sexual surges to his penis. Oulos' torturers, of course, know very well what to do to worsen the man's punishment. They make him wait on the edge of orgasm for hours and hours. They tickle up and down his inner thighs and all along his lower waist and the maddeningly sensitive crooks of his hips. When they touch his genitals, it is never to please him. It is only to tickle him further. They touch light fingernails, flick feathers, and twirl brushes up and down his shaft, over the shockingly sensitive tip of his cock, and around and around his deeply sensitive testicles. They are careful and skilled, making sure to tickle just the right amount to punish him and not provide enough stimulation to let the captive prince reach climax. It makes Oulos bellow out and buck like nothing else, roaring with deep, hysterical laughter.
He was the one who taught them this torture… and what to do next. The women know, after so much practice, how to use a slightly firmer tease, a slightly longer touch. A ticklish stroke of his testicles combined with a horrific twirl of a paintbrush at the slit of his cock can drive him over the edge. His orgasms are explosive and enormous, after being denied so long. And as he finally comes, the woman surround him, vigorously tickling every inch of skin. The combination of the powerful orgasm and the heavy tickling shoots the man's agony into a new, more awful realm. It is more overwhelming than anything else and it makes the prince arch and scream out truly hellish laughter.
This was the fate of every woman Oulos ever held captive, to be tickled and edged and eventually cruelly tickled into orgasm. And each of the women knows that after orgasm, the body is even more sensitive. There is no rest for Oulos and his wicked torturers only continue their teasing and tickling while he blubbers and pleads and laughs against his will.
This is the punishment he must endure forever, to be tickle-tortured and edged for long hours, tickled into an overwhelming climax, and then tickled further, every advantage taken of his heightened sensitivity. The cycle goes on and on. Eventually, his post-orgasm sensitivity begins to fade, but his cock begins to rise again. And there is nothing he can do to stop it from happening all over again.
For twenty years, he was the cruel torturer. But now that it's his turn to suffer through such unbearable ticklishness, it will last for eternity.
Have you heard of Prince Oulos? When he was alive, he used his power and influence to fuel a very strange desire: he liked to tickle beautiful young women. He would send armies to conquer new lands just to give him a new supply of women to torment. It delighted him to strip them naked, tie them, and tickle them mercilessly as long as he wanted. It was these years of misdeeds that built him his own place of torment in Tartarus.
Now, Oulos is the victim of the same punishment. He lies naked and helpless, held spread-eagle in chains. The many women he tormented in life have free reign to him now and they are every bit as merciless to him as he once was to them.
His torture is endless. Sometimes, they stroke his skin lightly with fingertips and feathers, teasing every inch of him and making him tremble. Other times, they tickle with fury, curling fingers deep into the hollows of his armpits, playing up and down his ribs, pinching his hips, poking his knees, and dancing their fingertips along his bare, shivering soles.
They have every possible tool at their disposal. Soft fluffy feathers, stiff feathers, scrub brushes and paint brushes. They even have honey to smear him with to encourage tireless swarms of tickling insects to scuttle all over his sensitive skin. If the women grow tired of one torment, they just move on to the next, tickling incessantly and creatively.
They never seem to get bored of hearing his giggles, his howls, his screams, and his desperate pleads for mercy. They tickle him to tears and beyond, laughing along at his ticklish suffering.
The Prince can do nothing to stop it or lessen it. All control has been taken away, given to the women who he once treated so cruelly. He used his influence for twenty years before he was killed and sent to Tartarus. But now that the tables have turned, his torment will go on endlessly, for eternity, every moment driving him wild and making him want to leap out of his skin.
What makes it all the more terrible is his exposed erection. Though the tickling sensations are agonizing and awful, they send unstoppable sexual surges to his penis. Oulos' torturers, of course, know very well what to do to worsen the man's punishment. They make him wait on the edge of orgasm for hours and hours. They tickle up and down his inner thighs and all along his lower waist and the maddeningly sensitive crooks of his hips. When they touch his genitals, it is never to please him. It is only to tickle him further. They touch light fingernails, flick feathers, and twirl brushes up and down his shaft, over the shockingly sensitive tip of his cock, and around and around his deeply sensitive testicles. They are careful and skilled, making sure to tickle just the right amount to punish him and not provide enough stimulation to let the captive prince reach climax. It makes Oulos bellow out and buck like nothing else, roaring with deep, hysterical laughter.
He was the one who taught them this torture… and what to do next. The women know, after so much practice, how to use a slightly firmer tease, a slightly longer touch. A ticklish stroke of his testicles combined with a horrific twirl of a paintbrush at the slit of his cock can drive him over the edge. His orgasms are explosive and enormous, after being denied so long. And as he finally comes, the woman surround him, vigorously tickling every inch of skin. The combination of the powerful orgasm and the heavy tickling shoots the man's agony into a new, more awful realm. It is more overwhelming than anything else and it makes the prince arch and scream out truly hellish laughter.
This was the fate of every woman Oulos ever held captive, to be tickled and edged and eventually cruelly tickled into orgasm. And each of the women knows that after orgasm, the body is even more sensitive. There is no rest for Oulos and his wicked torturers only continue their teasing and tickling while he blubbers and pleads and laughs against his will.
This is the punishment he must endure forever, to be tickle-tortured and edged for long hours, tickled into an overwhelming climax, and then tickled further, every advantage taken of his heightened sensitivity. The cycle goes on and on. Eventually, his post-orgasm sensitivity begins to fade, but his cock begins to rise again. And there is nothing he can do to stop it from happening all over again.
For twenty years, he was the cruel torturer. But now that it's his turn to suffer through such unbearable ticklishness, it will last for eternity.
