mch5
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You are about to read, yet, another short tickling story which I wrote just a few days ago.
The story is fully fictional, in a fictional universe where a secret worldwide organization, called TDGrid exists.
It is a very dark fantasy that includes Extreme Non-Consensual Tickling, Sexual Abuse, and other kinds of Psychological, and Physical Cruelty.
If that is not a fiction that you can appreciate, please do not continue reading!
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Sady, that’s what they called her. Sady, because she looked so sad…
Whenever she walked the underground streets of Compound 7, the occupants would stare at her and her sad face.
She was always walking slowly, wearing the gray patchy coverall, like everybody else, but always returning to her room only at the last minute before the lights went off. As if trying to avoid a monster that is waiting for her there.
She was no longer so skinny as she was the day they had taken her, no longer wounded by the life on the streets, but she suffered, nevertheless.
Every morning they forced her to eat, bathe, and exercise, but not too much.
They kept her healthy, a routine that took up half of the day, and then she would be free to do whatever she liked. Though, she didn’t like to do anything. She didn’t care about anything. She only wished the days would never end. Because when they did, they would come and take her to that room…
They were never waiting for her when she got back to her room. They’ve let her wash, drink, eat, and even masturbate (only happened once). And then, as she sat on her bed, they would enter.
She had a choice, either to walk to the “operation room” or be carried. It wasn’t always that she chose to walk, but she always ended up, constrained, on that black padded table, spread legs, tight straight arms above her head, and totally naked…
And her heart fell into the blackest of holes.
After the stripping and strapping were done, the main team entered the room.
Also, as always, there were three additional devices that were used on her: 1. Which held her toes back and spread. 2. Which spread her most private area. 3. A device that will go inside of her, when she wouldn’t even feel it, but not yet.
“Sady, aka J501, you are about to receive your nightly treatment” A woman wearing white robes and holding a tablet, said. She was talking to her team as well as into a hidden recording device.
Sady was breathing fast and deep, feeling the constraints stretching her, as her chest expanded and contracted repeatedly. She was fully aware of what was about to come, as it happened again and again for months, yet she couldn’t get used to it, never able to resist, her body just didn’t stop being… ticklish. Oh, she was so sad.
“Treatment number 83, the subject is in good condition, in good shape. Still showed some initial resistance to accepting the situation but at least... no more crying and begging” the woman said. “Execution, this time, would be by training team Tx700.”,
As she circled the operation table, she noticed that Sady’s had a bit darker shade, “She needs shaving. K702, please shave her armpits, be careful not to tickle before the treatment begins!”
A dark-skinned, middle-aged woman went beside the operation table. “Sorry,” she formed with her mouth as she started shaving Sady’s right armpit, using a razor.
"How come this mature woman was a ‘trainee’?” thought Sady to herself, as she felt the cool air more and more on the surface of her uncovered armpit. A part of her wished she could see K702 suffering the same hell that she was about to. She wasn’t aware that just recently, K702 had already gone through these kinds of treatments as well.
As K702 was done shaving Sady’s right armpit, she moved to her left, avoiding eye contact with her subject as much as she could.
“K703, position yourself at Sady’s right armpit. K704 - mid-section, K705 – left foot, K706 - right foot, K707 – stand by at the vaginal area. K702, just stay where you are. I’m M44, and I’ll be the Director of this treatment.” Said the woman with the tablet.
As the team was in their positions and the shaving was complete, M44 took a deep breath and smiled, “Know what? Let’s start with a little game! Each of you will have 15 seconds to start her laughing, and the winner… will have a week pass.”
The team instantly became excited about the idea, and whatever sense of allay she received from K702 was gone. Panic began to take over for Sady. As much as she tried, she couldn’t hide it. She turned her head toward K702, trying to beg with her brown wide eyes, but not a shred of compassion returned. No hope.
“Ready?” M44 announced. After 2 seconds of silence “K706, Go!”
K706, a blond woman, immediately started wiggling her fingers on the surface of Sady’s right sole, focusing on the very center, at first and then slowly moving up toward the toes.
Sady gapped and instantly closed her mouth tight, holding her breath. Her body shook as she tried hard to ignore the sensation that grew stronger with every second. She shook her head, turning from side to side, attempting to hide her lips which started to curl.
Fingers scratched between her toes, then gently pinched under them. She desperately needed to breathe but if she opened her mouth, she would lose!
It felt like hours, it was unbearable, she was about to burst as suddenly...
“Stop” said M44, and K706 complied.
Sady released the bad air from her lungs as fast as she could and tried to catch her breath. And it wasn't more than 2 seconds...
“K702, Go!”
K702 smiled as she dug into Sady’s freshly shaved left armpit, using her right hand, and holding the already immobilized elbow with her left.
Sady fought to resist, with hardly any air in her lungs, mind racing wildly to find a way to escape, but that was a lost cause. Her smile was already showing, and as she felt K702's fingers sliding just a bit too lightly on a very specific spot in the tiny hollow of her armpit… and... “eh… h… kk…kk… NNeh… hhk… kk…kk…” She laughed…
K702 stopped tickling, she won! “Very good, K702, you’ve won a week without treatments,” M44 announced.
Disappointment was apparent on the faces of the rest of the team.
“Ok, team, let’s get to work.” Said M44 in a serious tone.
Not giving Sady any time to recover, K707 ran her fingers deep into Sady’s inner thighs.
And in one gulp of breath “Staaaeh… hh… gr… kk… kk…” the laughter exploded from Sady, powerless to resist. “ehhe… h… kk… kk…” she laughed in a weak tiny voice. “eehhh… hh… kk…k… hhekno… hhe… kk…kkk… …plehh… he… kkk…k…kk…” Desperately tried to plea, as one by one the team joined the tickling.
On her feet, her armpits, her ribcage, under her medium-sized breasts, and between her legs, the tickling continued methodically, Sady laughed so hard, that her normally pale skin blushed on her face and chest.
M44 smiled “I like her squeaky laughter, it’s so much fun!”, she walked slowly around the operation table, watching the tickling, and taking notes. “She looks so happy, doesn’t she?”. She then stood beside Sady’s head, looking into her half shot watery eyes.
“Phee…hh… k…k… iehh… hhh… kkk… k…” Sady wanted to speak, to cry, to beg, forgetting the fact that even if she could, it wouldn’t help, “ehhee… hhhr… k…ggg…gk… hee…h… kk…k… gahe…h… kk…kkk… grh… he… kk…kkk…” She laughed, thinking her belly would explode… “heek… hhg… kkk…kkkk… hee… hhh… k…kk…” but only laughter came out. Laughter and desperation filled her entire existence, laughter, and desperation for escape… desperation to BREATH.
She thought she was going to die! For real, this time. Definitely! But how could she possibly tell them, as this “happy face” is forced on her?! The tears, she was sure had run out long ago, continued to stream from her burning eyes…
“eeh… hh… kk…kkk…k…” her laughter had gone even weaker. And from the distance, she hardly felt the device that was inserted into her by K707, yet the others didn’t stop tickling.
It was that weird, double-mushroom-head-shaped, device. (“Nehh… hnh… k…kk…gr…”) It touched her, inside, exactly where it was supposed to. And it moved, in blob-like motion, sending heat waves that exploded inside her, washing her entire body. Orgasm after orgasm… (“ghee… hh… kkk…k…k…”) Yet, laughter was all she could do. “eeeh… hhn… rkk…kkk…k…”…
It went on and on, and as Sady’s laughter diminished into clicks and creacks, whatever was left of her, was a small almost flat belly, twitching rhythmically with nearly silent laughter, Eyes shut tight. And a beautiful drooling smiling mouth.
M44 watched that enduring little body in front of her, old enough to legally suffer it all, of course, yet so small and fragile. She reached out and wiped the tears of “joy” on Sady’s face.
“hkk… gh… hk…kk… hk… gh… k…k… kkk… kk… k…k…” The laughter almost disappeared as suddenly M44 said “Rest!”, and they all stopped.
Sady was still laughing but at least she could breathe more easily with every second, her body fought the tingling sensation that was all over her body, as if hundreds of fingers were still tormenting her.
But as she regained control of her breath, the feeling between her legs grew stronger and stronger, like waking up on a rollercoaster that sent her up and down again and again with pleasure, her body was powerless to resist. “Sthaaa… p… please, please…” but talking was hard as the shocks of orgasms boomed inside of her!
So, she surrendered. “haaaaa…” she breathed, “ahaaa…” she whispered. Her body was already sweating from the breathless torture before.
Sady was so tired; she just wanted to sleep and never wake up. She started to drift into something between pleasure and dream-like state, as the device went slower and slower.
From a distance, she heard a voice. It was M44, and it was one word: “Continue!”
Sady’s eyes opened wide as she instantly exploded in laughter, as 50 or so, fingers ran, pinched, and scratched her body, “No! Plhee… ss… hhe… kkk…kk… hehe… hh… kkkk…kk… hghe… hhh… kkg…kk…”
M44 tilted her head, “What about some music?” and clicked on a few controls on her tablet.
The Remastered version of “It’ll make me crazy” by Felix, started playing on the wall-hidden loudspeakers.
A smile broadened on M44’s face as the music started. She loved 90’s dance music, and in her rank, she could afford it, physically and mentally, as her own treatments were monthly apart and even longer.
“ehh… hh… kkk…kk… heh… hhh… kk.kkkkr… hhe… hh… kk…k…” No, Sady’s laugh wasn’t in sync with the song in any way, but as it progressed, the team incorporated it into their tickling. As one tickled by the rhythm, another followed a pith of a particular sound, and so on.
K707, for example, used the repeating chime-like sound, as a guide on Sady’s very inner thighs, as the higher pitch “moved” her index finger inward the vagina, while the lower pitch – her pinky, outward the thigh. In this extreme state of Sady’s laughter, the reaction wasn’t any different, but in K707’s mind, it definitely “make her (Sady) crazy”.
“hhee… hhg… gkkk…kk… hhe… hh… gkk…kk… heh… hhh… kk…k… he… hh… k…k… hh… hh… k…k… k…hh…” Sady’s fought to inhale as laughter took her ability away, forcing her into silence and near suffocation. And one thought pulsed in her mind: I’m going to die.
“hh… k…k…”She laughed, tearful wide open eyes, and with pure horror. As M44 softly sang into her ear, with her own version of the lyrics, “it’l make you ha-ppy…”
The torture/”treatment” continued for a long while, longer than Sady thought possible. “hhe… hh… k…k…k… eh… hh… kk…k…k…” in never-ending laughter, never-ending tickle all over her body. There was no mercy, nothing at all. Even when urine flowed, as she lost control completely.
The 50 fingers continued without stop, not for a second, the team kept on going for what seemed like forever.
Then, a weird bad smell filled the too-little amount of air that got into Sady’s lungs, and darkness and nothingness engulfed her existence.
Morning...
Sady woke up…
giggling.
“hehe” She sat on her bed, wearing the patch-gray coverall, with her palms holding her warm face. “he..hehe…” her giggles pitched up. She took a deep breath, trying to regain control of herself. Another breath, and another… “I’m ok… I’mh.. hehe…” she couldn’t stop. No! No! Stop! She regained her composure. She stood up and went to the bathroom.
“I’m Alive,” she thought, as the shower rained on her. As she was done cleaning herself up, she walked out of her room and reached the cafeteria. “An omelet, Cheese, 2 buns, and Orange juice, please.” She requested.
After a couple of minutes, the one known as F219 smiled and gave her a tray, “Here you go.”
“Thank you,” Sady replied with a smile and turned to find a table… but after a few steps, she stopped. She smiled…?
Taking a deep breath again, she tried to take another step, as suddenly…
“Heeeee… hehe… kk…kkk… Heeehehe… hehe… h…kkk…kk… heheee… ghee… kkk…kk…”
Sady was on the floor, clutching her belly, laughing and laughing… and laughing…
Looking so… Happy!
“Happy!” one of the bystanders thought “That should be her nickname!”
-The end-
The story is fully fictional, in a fictional universe where a secret worldwide organization, called TDGrid exists.
It is a very dark fantasy that includes Extreme Non-Consensual Tickling, Sexual Abuse, and other kinds of Psychological, and Physical Cruelty.
If that is not a fiction that you can appreciate, please do not continue reading!
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Sady, that’s what they called her. Sady, because she looked so sad…
Whenever she walked the underground streets of Compound 7, the occupants would stare at her and her sad face.
She was always walking slowly, wearing the gray patchy coverall, like everybody else, but always returning to her room only at the last minute before the lights went off. As if trying to avoid a monster that is waiting for her there.
She was no longer so skinny as she was the day they had taken her, no longer wounded by the life on the streets, but she suffered, nevertheless.
Every morning they forced her to eat, bathe, and exercise, but not too much.
They kept her healthy, a routine that took up half of the day, and then she would be free to do whatever she liked. Though, she didn’t like to do anything. She didn’t care about anything. She only wished the days would never end. Because when they did, they would come and take her to that room…
They were never waiting for her when she got back to her room. They’ve let her wash, drink, eat, and even masturbate (only happened once). And then, as she sat on her bed, they would enter.
She had a choice, either to walk to the “operation room” or be carried. It wasn’t always that she chose to walk, but she always ended up, constrained, on that black padded table, spread legs, tight straight arms above her head, and totally naked…
And her heart fell into the blackest of holes.
After the stripping and strapping were done, the main team entered the room.
Also, as always, there were three additional devices that were used on her: 1. Which held her toes back and spread. 2. Which spread her most private area. 3. A device that will go inside of her, when she wouldn’t even feel it, but not yet.
“Sady, aka J501, you are about to receive your nightly treatment” A woman wearing white robes and holding a tablet, said. She was talking to her team as well as into a hidden recording device.
Sady was breathing fast and deep, feeling the constraints stretching her, as her chest expanded and contracted repeatedly. She was fully aware of what was about to come, as it happened again and again for months, yet she couldn’t get used to it, never able to resist, her body just didn’t stop being… ticklish. Oh, she was so sad.
“Treatment number 83, the subject is in good condition, in good shape. Still showed some initial resistance to accepting the situation but at least... no more crying and begging” the woman said. “Execution, this time, would be by training team Tx700.”,
As she circled the operation table, she noticed that Sady’s had a bit darker shade, “She needs shaving. K702, please shave her armpits, be careful not to tickle before the treatment begins!”
A dark-skinned, middle-aged woman went beside the operation table. “Sorry,” she formed with her mouth as she started shaving Sady’s right armpit, using a razor.
"How come this mature woman was a ‘trainee’?” thought Sady to herself, as she felt the cool air more and more on the surface of her uncovered armpit. A part of her wished she could see K702 suffering the same hell that she was about to. She wasn’t aware that just recently, K702 had already gone through these kinds of treatments as well.
As K702 was done shaving Sady’s right armpit, she moved to her left, avoiding eye contact with her subject as much as she could.
“K703, position yourself at Sady’s right armpit. K704 - mid-section, K705 – left foot, K706 - right foot, K707 – stand by at the vaginal area. K702, just stay where you are. I’m M44, and I’ll be the Director of this treatment.” Said the woman with the tablet.
As the team was in their positions and the shaving was complete, M44 took a deep breath and smiled, “Know what? Let’s start with a little game! Each of you will have 15 seconds to start her laughing, and the winner… will have a week pass.”
The team instantly became excited about the idea, and whatever sense of allay she received from K702 was gone. Panic began to take over for Sady. As much as she tried, she couldn’t hide it. She turned her head toward K702, trying to beg with her brown wide eyes, but not a shred of compassion returned. No hope.
“Ready?” M44 announced. After 2 seconds of silence “K706, Go!”
K706, a blond woman, immediately started wiggling her fingers on the surface of Sady’s right sole, focusing on the very center, at first and then slowly moving up toward the toes.
Sady gapped and instantly closed her mouth tight, holding her breath. Her body shook as she tried hard to ignore the sensation that grew stronger with every second. She shook her head, turning from side to side, attempting to hide her lips which started to curl.
Fingers scratched between her toes, then gently pinched under them. She desperately needed to breathe but if she opened her mouth, she would lose!
It felt like hours, it was unbearable, she was about to burst as suddenly...
“Stop” said M44, and K706 complied.
Sady released the bad air from her lungs as fast as she could and tried to catch her breath. And it wasn't more than 2 seconds...
“K702, Go!”
K702 smiled as she dug into Sady’s freshly shaved left armpit, using her right hand, and holding the already immobilized elbow with her left.
Sady fought to resist, with hardly any air in her lungs, mind racing wildly to find a way to escape, but that was a lost cause. Her smile was already showing, and as she felt K702's fingers sliding just a bit too lightly on a very specific spot in the tiny hollow of her armpit… and... “eh… h… kk…kk… NNeh… hhk… kk…kk…” She laughed…
K702 stopped tickling, she won! “Very good, K702, you’ve won a week without treatments,” M44 announced.
Disappointment was apparent on the faces of the rest of the team.
“Ok, team, let’s get to work.” Said M44 in a serious tone.
Not giving Sady any time to recover, K707 ran her fingers deep into Sady’s inner thighs.
And in one gulp of breath “Staaaeh… hh… gr… kk… kk…” the laughter exploded from Sady, powerless to resist. “ehhe… h… kk… kk…” she laughed in a weak tiny voice. “eehhh… hh… kk…k… hhekno… hhe… kk…kkk… …plehh… he… kkk…k…kk…” Desperately tried to plea, as one by one the team joined the tickling.
On her feet, her armpits, her ribcage, under her medium-sized breasts, and between her legs, the tickling continued methodically, Sady laughed so hard, that her normally pale skin blushed on her face and chest.
M44 smiled “I like her squeaky laughter, it’s so much fun!”, she walked slowly around the operation table, watching the tickling, and taking notes. “She looks so happy, doesn’t she?”. She then stood beside Sady’s head, looking into her half shot watery eyes.
“Phee…hh… k…k… iehh… hhh… kkk… k…” Sady wanted to speak, to cry, to beg, forgetting the fact that even if she could, it wouldn’t help, “ehhee… hhhr… k…ggg…gk… hee…h… kk…k… gahe…h… kk…kkk… grh… he… kk…kkk…” She laughed, thinking her belly would explode… “heek… hhg… kkk…kkkk… hee… hhh… k…kk…” but only laughter came out. Laughter and desperation filled her entire existence, laughter, and desperation for escape… desperation to BREATH.
She thought she was going to die! For real, this time. Definitely! But how could she possibly tell them, as this “happy face” is forced on her?! The tears, she was sure had run out long ago, continued to stream from her burning eyes…
“eeh… hh… kk…kkk…k…” her laughter had gone even weaker. And from the distance, she hardly felt the device that was inserted into her by K707, yet the others didn’t stop tickling.
It was that weird, double-mushroom-head-shaped, device. (“Nehh… hnh… k…kk…gr…”) It touched her, inside, exactly where it was supposed to. And it moved, in blob-like motion, sending heat waves that exploded inside her, washing her entire body. Orgasm after orgasm… (“ghee… hh… kkk…k…k…”) Yet, laughter was all she could do. “eeeh… hhn… rkk…kkk…k…”…
It went on and on, and as Sady’s laughter diminished into clicks and creacks, whatever was left of her, was a small almost flat belly, twitching rhythmically with nearly silent laughter, Eyes shut tight. And a beautiful drooling smiling mouth.
M44 watched that enduring little body in front of her, old enough to legally suffer it all, of course, yet so small and fragile. She reached out and wiped the tears of “joy” on Sady’s face.
“hkk… gh… hk…kk… hk… gh… k…k… kkk… kk… k…k…” The laughter almost disappeared as suddenly M44 said “Rest!”, and they all stopped.
Sady was still laughing but at least she could breathe more easily with every second, her body fought the tingling sensation that was all over her body, as if hundreds of fingers were still tormenting her.
But as she regained control of her breath, the feeling between her legs grew stronger and stronger, like waking up on a rollercoaster that sent her up and down again and again with pleasure, her body was powerless to resist. “Sthaaa… p… please, please…” but talking was hard as the shocks of orgasms boomed inside of her!
So, she surrendered. “haaaaa…” she breathed, “ahaaa…” she whispered. Her body was already sweating from the breathless torture before.
Sady was so tired; she just wanted to sleep and never wake up. She started to drift into something between pleasure and dream-like state, as the device went slower and slower.
From a distance, she heard a voice. It was M44, and it was one word: “Continue!”
Sady’s eyes opened wide as she instantly exploded in laughter, as 50 or so, fingers ran, pinched, and scratched her body, “No! Plhee… ss… hhe… kkk…kk… hehe… hh… kkkk…kk… hghe… hhh… kkg…kk…”
M44 tilted her head, “What about some music?” and clicked on a few controls on her tablet.
The Remastered version of “It’ll make me crazy” by Felix, started playing on the wall-hidden loudspeakers.
A smile broadened on M44’s face as the music started. She loved 90’s dance music, and in her rank, she could afford it, physically and mentally, as her own treatments were monthly apart and even longer.
“ehh… hh… kkk…kk… heh… hhh… kk.kkkkr… hhe… hh… kk…k…” No, Sady’s laugh wasn’t in sync with the song in any way, but as it progressed, the team incorporated it into their tickling. As one tickled by the rhythm, another followed a pith of a particular sound, and so on.
K707, for example, used the repeating chime-like sound, as a guide on Sady’s very inner thighs, as the higher pitch “moved” her index finger inward the vagina, while the lower pitch – her pinky, outward the thigh. In this extreme state of Sady’s laughter, the reaction wasn’t any different, but in K707’s mind, it definitely “make her (Sady) crazy”.
“hhee… hhg… gkkk…kk… hhe… hh… gkk…kk… heh… hhh… kk…k… he… hh… k…k… hh… hh… k…k… k…hh…” Sady’s fought to inhale as laughter took her ability away, forcing her into silence and near suffocation. And one thought pulsed in her mind: I’m going to die.
“hh… k…k…”She laughed, tearful wide open eyes, and with pure horror. As M44 softly sang into her ear, with her own version of the lyrics, “it’l make you ha-ppy…”
The torture/”treatment” continued for a long while, longer than Sady thought possible. “hhe… hh… k…k…k… eh… hh… kk…k…k…” in never-ending laughter, never-ending tickle all over her body. There was no mercy, nothing at all. Even when urine flowed, as she lost control completely.
The 50 fingers continued without stop, not for a second, the team kept on going for what seemed like forever.
Then, a weird bad smell filled the too-little amount of air that got into Sady’s lungs, and darkness and nothingness engulfed her existence.
Morning...
Sady woke up…
giggling.
“hehe” She sat on her bed, wearing the patch-gray coverall, with her palms holding her warm face. “he..hehe…” her giggles pitched up. She took a deep breath, trying to regain control of herself. Another breath, and another… “I’m ok… I’mh.. hehe…” she couldn’t stop. No! No! Stop! She regained her composure. She stood up and went to the bathroom.
“I’m Alive,” she thought, as the shower rained on her. As she was done cleaning herself up, she walked out of her room and reached the cafeteria. “An omelet, Cheese, 2 buns, and Orange juice, please.” She requested.
After a couple of minutes, the one known as F219 smiled and gave her a tray, “Here you go.”
“Thank you,” Sady replied with a smile and turned to find a table… but after a few steps, she stopped. She smiled…?
Taking a deep breath again, she tried to take another step, as suddenly…
“Heeeee… hehe… kk…kkk… Heeehehe… hehe… h…kkk…kk… heheee… ghee… kkk…kk…”
Sady was on the floor, clutching her belly, laughing and laughing… and laughing…
Looking so… Happy!
“Happy!” one of the bystanders thought “That should be her nickname!”
-The end-
