ticklebug101
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The masked woman entered the room as his nearly naked form was stirring. She looked upon her victim as he woke, confused as to why he was bound and rendered helplees. Before he could open his eyes she crossed the room to stand behind him. "I know why I'm here," he mumbled, still sleepy from the drugging, "and I think you should know right now I'm not telling you anything."
"That's ok," she whispered in his ear, "I'll just be content to hear your screams for mercy. At least for now."
"Fine, torture me, put me through whatever pain you can dish out, I'll never talk."
"Oh don't worry," she told him, "this wont hurt a bit."
"I dont understand, you dont intend to torture the information out of me?" he asked, confused.
"I said it wouldnt hurt, not that I wasnt going to torture you. I have every intention of torture."
"Do your worst," he said, trying to sound confident, but obviously scared of
what was to come.
She walked away from him to find her torture impliment in the desk at the back of the room.
She poured some baby oil into her hands and walked back up to her helpless victim to rub it into his skin.
"Hehehey," he giggled, "stohohohop that."
She smiled to herself, thinking this was a very good first reaction.
His toes curled as she knealt beside him to rub the oil into his bare feet.
When the oil was smothered all over his exposed skin, she stood behind him again and rested her fingers on his shoulders.
"Ah the x frame," she siged happily into his ear, "perfect position for victims of this kind of torture.
You know," she went on,
her fingers starting to crawl very slowly up and down his forearms,
"the chinese have been using this interrigation method for hundres of years,
and all the victims either broke or died of heart attacks trying not to." He gulped, but remained silent.
"Right," she said, flexing her fingers and placing them back on his arms, "let's begin.........."
Before he could say another word, his laughter filled the room as her fingers started to spider tickle up and down his unprotected form with her fingers,
starting by moving up and down his sides, over his stomach, pinching his waist and unexpectedly moving her fingers back up his torso and spidering up and down his very exposed armpits.
She got a very nice surprise as she found his laughter rose in volume when his armpits were assulted. She smiled to herself, making a mental note for later. After 10 minutes of attacking his torso, she stopped to kneal beside him.
"Oh," he said, breathless, "are you actualy going to start torturing me now instead of using this childish method?"
"You may think it childish," she told him,
"but if this continues and I push you past your limits,
which I intend to do, it will become torture.
Sure it may take a while, but I have all day. Now enough stalling!" she snapped, "it's time to see how your feet will
cope with my interrigation method!"
He didnt say anything but his feet twitched
when she told him where she was comming next.
He started to laugh again as her fingers started to crawl up and down his soles, gradually picking up speed.
Taking advantage of the fact she had long nails,
she started to drag them, 1 on each foot, around his heels, up his arches, her nails tracing wavy lines and zigzags up and down, all the way up, his laughter ringing around the room as she drew circles around the bases of his toes.
Next, she threaded her fingers in and out of his toes, the volume of his helpless laughter rising again.
Taking note of the fact he had very ticklish toes, she took her time to drag her nails up and down the length of each individual toe on both of his bare feet, dragging her nails back and forth over the undersides and threading her fingers between them more,
getting that same wonderful reaction as his laughter got louder.
"Had enough?" she asked him as he breathed heavily, trying to regain his composure, "so far I'm impressed," she told him, "Iv'e been putting you through this for 30 minutes and still no begging."
"Please," he scoffed in what she could tell was mock confidence, "your telling me that's all you've got? Pathetic."
"No, I'm not telling you that's all I have at all," she replied, "In fact so far I think Iv'e been too soft on you, too many breaks. I wont make that mistake any more."
Again, before he could say anything, his laughter filled the room and raised in volume and pitch as one of her hands spidered up and down his left side and the other gently kneaded his stomach.
Remembering from earlier that he was rather sensitive under his arms, she returned to the area. She glanced at her watch. It read 9:30am. She alternated between dragging her nails slowly, and spidering them up and down his armpits, taunting him as he howled in laughter,
"aww what's wrong, cant you put your arms down?"
By the time she was done, her watch read 10:30am. A few times when she was really digging her fingers into his underarms, he had gone into silent laughter, and when he started to laugh again he actualy started to beg...... or at least, he tried to.
"Now, that was better wasn't it?" she asked him as he gasped for air, "your actualy starting to beg for me to stop.
But we both know how you can make it stop, dont we? You know," she went on, not giving him a chance to reply,
"your laugh is very cute, I could just tickle you all day. So, what do you think? Ready to talk or shall we continue?"
"Do what you want but please," he begged, "do it to me. I cant tell you where she is."
"Well," she said, repositioning her hands, "If you insist...... ooh, and I think it may be time for an oil top up."
She walked away and found the baby oil, rubbing it into her hands before smothering his skin in it again.
"I would go through this all week for her," he said as she wiped her hands and put away the oil.
"All week?" she asked from the back of the room,
"that's nothing. Back in 1909 some poor chinese sucker went through tickle torture for 3 straight weeks. He eventualy died of combined heart attack and sheer exhustion. The idiot had too much determination. Anyway, I'm stalling again."
She somewhat sadisticaly loved the way he screamed and howled when she assulted his toes, But of course, spots that made him scream as if he was being murdered were precisly what she was looking for.
When she eventualy stopped after another Hellish 30 minutes, it took him another 15 minutes before he could even speak again.
"You know what you said about that Chinese guy? I could never have too much determination where my wife is concerend," he said,
"I would crawl on my belly over white hot coals for her."
"yeah," replied the masked sadist, "she knows you would."
A smile spread from one ear to his other as I took off my mask, shaking my hair out behind me.
I smiled up at him and reached up to the xframe to kiss him before unstrapping his wrists and ankles.
He smiled as he jumped off the frame and took my hand, as I led him back upstairs and away from the basement.
"Have fun?" I asked, "sorry if I got a little intense."
"A little?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "No that was great sweetie, very creative with my feet today by the way."
"Did you like that part?" I asked as we got to the living room and sat down, "I got that from a cyber session I had the other day." (Thanks tffan69)
"Yeah? Nice job," he replied. I patted my lap and he lifted his feet up.
He closed his eyes and started to relax as my fingers kneaded into his sole and my thumbs into his arch.
Then I switched and picked up his other foot,
kneading my thumbs into the base of his toes.
"Good job I didnt have to work today huh?" he asked as I began to roll his toes between my thumb and index finger.
"Yeah," I replied, "thank God for Sundays."
"No," he replied sleepily, "thank God for the personals section on the TT."
"Normie," I said just before he fell asleep, "I couldnt agree more."
Ok, repost. Again, thanks for the inspiration Duke. Sorry eveyone for any spelling or grammer mistakes. I tried to do paragraph control so I hope it's easier to read this time.
"That's ok," she whispered in his ear, "I'll just be content to hear your screams for mercy. At least for now."
"Fine, torture me, put me through whatever pain you can dish out, I'll never talk."
"Oh don't worry," she told him, "this wont hurt a bit."
"I dont understand, you dont intend to torture the information out of me?" he asked, confused.
"I said it wouldnt hurt, not that I wasnt going to torture you. I have every intention of torture."
"Do your worst," he said, trying to sound confident, but obviously scared of
what was to come.
She walked away from him to find her torture impliment in the desk at the back of the room.
She poured some baby oil into her hands and walked back up to her helpless victim to rub it into his skin.
"Hehehey," he giggled, "stohohohop that."
She smiled to herself, thinking this was a very good first reaction.
His toes curled as she knealt beside him to rub the oil into his bare feet.
When the oil was smothered all over his exposed skin, she stood behind him again and rested her fingers on his shoulders.
"Ah the x frame," she siged happily into his ear, "perfect position for victims of this kind of torture.
You know," she went on,
her fingers starting to crawl very slowly up and down his forearms,
"the chinese have been using this interrigation method for hundres of years,
and all the victims either broke or died of heart attacks trying not to." He gulped, but remained silent.
"Right," she said, flexing her fingers and placing them back on his arms, "let's begin.........."
Before he could say another word, his laughter filled the room as her fingers started to spider tickle up and down his unprotected form with her fingers,
starting by moving up and down his sides, over his stomach, pinching his waist and unexpectedly moving her fingers back up his torso and spidering up and down his very exposed armpits.
She got a very nice surprise as she found his laughter rose in volume when his armpits were assulted. She smiled to herself, making a mental note for later. After 10 minutes of attacking his torso, she stopped to kneal beside him.
"Oh," he said, breathless, "are you actualy going to start torturing me now instead of using this childish method?"
"You may think it childish," she told him,
"but if this continues and I push you past your limits,
which I intend to do, it will become torture.
Sure it may take a while, but I have all day. Now enough stalling!" she snapped, "it's time to see how your feet will
cope with my interrigation method!"
He didnt say anything but his feet twitched
when she told him where she was comming next.
He started to laugh again as her fingers started to crawl up and down his soles, gradually picking up speed.
Taking advantage of the fact she had long nails,
she started to drag them, 1 on each foot, around his heels, up his arches, her nails tracing wavy lines and zigzags up and down, all the way up, his laughter ringing around the room as she drew circles around the bases of his toes.
Next, she threaded her fingers in and out of his toes, the volume of his helpless laughter rising again.
Taking note of the fact he had very ticklish toes, she took her time to drag her nails up and down the length of each individual toe on both of his bare feet, dragging her nails back and forth over the undersides and threading her fingers between them more,
getting that same wonderful reaction as his laughter got louder.
"Had enough?" she asked him as he breathed heavily, trying to regain his composure, "so far I'm impressed," she told him, "Iv'e been putting you through this for 30 minutes and still no begging."
"Please," he scoffed in what she could tell was mock confidence, "your telling me that's all you've got? Pathetic."
"No, I'm not telling you that's all I have at all," she replied, "In fact so far I think Iv'e been too soft on you, too many breaks. I wont make that mistake any more."
Again, before he could say anything, his laughter filled the room and raised in volume and pitch as one of her hands spidered up and down his left side and the other gently kneaded his stomach.
Remembering from earlier that he was rather sensitive under his arms, she returned to the area. She glanced at her watch. It read 9:30am. She alternated between dragging her nails slowly, and spidering them up and down his armpits, taunting him as he howled in laughter,
"aww what's wrong, cant you put your arms down?"
By the time she was done, her watch read 10:30am. A few times when she was really digging her fingers into his underarms, he had gone into silent laughter, and when he started to laugh again he actualy started to beg...... or at least, he tried to.
"Now, that was better wasn't it?" she asked him as he gasped for air, "your actualy starting to beg for me to stop.
But we both know how you can make it stop, dont we? You know," she went on, not giving him a chance to reply,
"your laugh is very cute, I could just tickle you all day. So, what do you think? Ready to talk or shall we continue?"
"Do what you want but please," he begged, "do it to me. I cant tell you where she is."
"Well," she said, repositioning her hands, "If you insist...... ooh, and I think it may be time for an oil top up."
She walked away and found the baby oil, rubbing it into her hands before smothering his skin in it again.
"I would go through this all week for her," he said as she wiped her hands and put away the oil.
"All week?" she asked from the back of the room,
"that's nothing. Back in 1909 some poor chinese sucker went through tickle torture for 3 straight weeks. He eventualy died of combined heart attack and sheer exhustion. The idiot had too much determination. Anyway, I'm stalling again."
She somewhat sadisticaly loved the way he screamed and howled when she assulted his toes, But of course, spots that made him scream as if he was being murdered were precisly what she was looking for.
When she eventualy stopped after another Hellish 30 minutes, it took him another 15 minutes before he could even speak again.
"You know what you said about that Chinese guy? I could never have too much determination where my wife is concerend," he said,
"I would crawl on my belly over white hot coals for her."
"yeah," replied the masked sadist, "she knows you would."
A smile spread from one ear to his other as I took off my mask, shaking my hair out behind me.
I smiled up at him and reached up to the xframe to kiss him before unstrapping his wrists and ankles.
He smiled as he jumped off the frame and took my hand, as I led him back upstairs and away from the basement.
"Have fun?" I asked, "sorry if I got a little intense."
"A little?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "No that was great sweetie, very creative with my feet today by the way."
"Did you like that part?" I asked as we got to the living room and sat down, "I got that from a cyber session I had the other day." (Thanks tffan69)
"Yeah? Nice job," he replied. I patted my lap and he lifted his feet up.
He closed his eyes and started to relax as my fingers kneaded into his sole and my thumbs into his arch.
Then I switched and picked up his other foot,
kneading my thumbs into the base of his toes.
"Good job I didnt have to work today huh?" he asked as I began to roll his toes between my thumb and index finger.
"Yeah," I replied, "thank God for Sundays."
"No," he replied sleepily, "thank God for the personals section on the TT."
"Normie," I said just before he fell asleep, "I couldnt agree more."
Ok, repost. Again, thanks for the inspiration Duke. Sorry eveyone for any spelling or grammer mistakes. I tried to do paragraph control so I hope it's easier to read this time.
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