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This is a horror themed tickle torture, the participant(s)
is of legal age, and any similarities to that of any real people is purely coincidental. Hope you enjoy.
Lisa sat bolt upright, breathing heavily, and looked around. Her bedroom was silent, all was still, even the curtains on the open window, and she subconsciously noted it was strange to have no breeze drifting through the window, since the room felt cold, and felt darker than usual. It was almost as if she was looking at her bedroom through tinted glasses, but she tried to ignore the dark, thinking of it as nothing more than her eyes still being hazy after just waking up, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, so she sat still, her ears on high alert, listening for even the creek of a floorboard anywhere in her house, yet she heard nothing... Nothing at all.
Still slightly unconvinced, Lisa gingerly slid out of bed, the backs of her legs tingling as her feet touched the floor, as if she was expecting a cold hand to reach out from under the bed, and she reached for her phone laying on her bedside table. Unplugging it from the charger, she unlocked her screen to check the time, she watched the numbers on her clock flicker and change continuously, causing her to blink a few times and shake her head, yet the numbers kept randomly changing. Lisa's heart pounded and she swallowed hard, the cold air clinging to her skin and making her shiver, her nipples involuntarily hardening through her thin night gown.
She slowly crept over to the wall, reaching for the light switch, and just before her finger touched her, she could have sworn she felt a finger run down her back, causing her to spin around, only to see nothing.
Her skin prickling with nervous heat, Lisa flung her door open and ran down the hallway, aiming for her parents bedroom door, she felt silly doing so, but she couldn't help it, although she ran out of breath before she reached the door. She hadn't made any progress, she'd run for a good 15 seconds and hadn't moved down the hallway at all. Lisa begun to panic, she didn't know what was happening, her breath caught in her throat and tears of frustration and fear stung her eyes, she tried to tell herself that nothing was wrong, that it was just a nightmare and she'd wake up, yet she found herself hastily reaching for the light switch, although this time she felt a jab in her left side, just under her ribs, causing her to jump and let out a yelp of surprise.
Panicking further, she reached for the light switch again, ignoring the jab in her right side this time, although it still made her jump, she watched in complete disbelief as the light switch moved away from her hand, sliding down the wall and sinking into the floor.
While still trying to comprehend what she just witnessed, Lisa felt the house convulse, and watched the dark hallway twist and contort in front of her, losing details as it writhed, the photos on the walls were the first to sink into darkness, followed by the carpet. Her door slammed and faded into the wall, followed by the wall fading into nothingness, eventually she was left standing in pure darkness. Nothing was around her, nothing was above her, and oddly, nothing was under her.
Lisa moved forward, her bare feet pressing against nothing, yet she didn't fall. It was impossible to describe the feeling, there was nothing pressed against the bottom of her foot, yet it was like she was walking on solid ground. Cautiously, she took a few steps forward, not wanting to walk into a wall, or fall off of what she was walking on.
"Lisa.." Came a hiss from the darkness, from all around her, with a voice that sounded like a thousand separate voices all at once. "Lisa!" It hissed again, as if the darkness itself was talking to her, yet her terror prevented her from forming any words.
Her silence must have angered whoever, or whatever, addressed her, because after a moment, her nightgown was ripped from her body. Lisa's hands flailed after it, but it seemed to vanish into the darkness.
"Who's there?" Lisa asked, quietly, her voice shaking with terror, her hands instinctively covering her naked body.
Her question was answered after a brief pause, when she felt the darkness move, like a thick cloud, it drifted around her, passing over every inch of her skin, making her shudder as the feeling of the softest silk tickled all over her skin.
"This isn't real, is it? I must be dreaming," Lisa said out loud, to nobody in particular, "So I just need to wak- augh," Her sentence was cut short when she felt something stuffed into her mouth, forcing it open. She could feel the presence of something stuck in her mouth, filling the space completely, she couldn't make any noise other than grunts and groans, yet she could breathe as if nothing was obstructing her mouth at all.
The shadows moved again, and she felt the silky feeling passing over her skin once more, and her limbs moved unwillingly. Lisa could sense her body was moving, yet she didn't know which direction she was going, it was impossible to tell in the darkness, she wasn't even sure if her eyes were open or shut, at this point.
An eerie, hissing laugh came from all around her as her limbs stretched out, spreading her naked body and leaving it more vulnerable than she already felt, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move in the slightest, not even a slight wriggle of her fingers was possible.
Lisa had no idea how long she floated in nothingness for, she grew tired of grunting and groaning, trying to communicate, yet she still wasn't sure if had been minutes, hours, days, or even years, all she knew was darkness and the occasional movement of soft silk over her entire body as the darkness rippled around her.
Her mind had begun to wander as she drifted through the pitch black universe, wondering why she was here, if it was still a dream, she considered the possibility of a coma, and many other possibilities to explain her current situation, but her attention was slowly brought back to her situation when she noticed she'd developed an itch on her side, and after another unsuccessful attempt to move, she developed an itch on her other side, too.
She tried her best to ignore the itches, but they only grew in intensity, until her mind was consumed by the sensations in her sides. She grunted into her impossible gag, trying to will her body to move, desperate to reach the itch, and she slowly became aware of the itchy spots moving, only slightly, but they still moved.
Was she being tickled by this mysterious darkness?
Her unspoken question was answered immediately as her sides lit up in ticklish agony, causing her to scream, and break down into laughter as she felt millions of silky feathers tickling up and down her sides. Lisa screamed and screamed, until she was just reduced to hysterical laughter, her body convulsing, her breasts bouncing as desperate laughter poured out of her.
"Ticklish?" Asked the infinite, hissing voice. The question angered Lisa, of course she was ticklish, her reaction to the tickling made that obvious. No sooner had her anger boiled up, that it vanished, she found it impossible to stay angry, she struggled to remember what she was angry about, since her mind was consumed by the tickling sensations engulfing her sides.
The torment continued for what seemed like an eternity for Lisa, she screamed, she laughed, she cried, she pleaded in her mind for mercy, but nothing would stop the tickling.
The silky, feathery tickling quickly moved down her body, engulfing her soles, and Lisa shrieked in pure ticklish agony, and felt her mouth empty of whatever invisible gag had filled it.
She felt her body move again, the thick fog pushing and pulling at her body, and shapes flickered around her, and a small orb of light was produced high above her, illuminating her body. Walls and a floor formed around her, lit up by the light above her, and Lisa found herself sitting in a chair, kept immobile by leather straps that faded into existence before her very eyes. Her legs, outstretched and immobile, were seen stuck in a set of heavy stocks which slowly built itself out of the fog, until it was a solid object.
The darkness rippled, and almost vibrated, like it was thinking, and the form of a black, liquid body formed on the opposite side of the stocks, walking towards her on shaky legs as it grew, dark fog rolling off of it, its arms, lacking hands, connected to what was tormenting her soles.
"PLEASE! STOP! MERCY!" Lisa managed to scream between fits of forced laughter, but the entity ignored her pleading, the only indication that it heard her was the grin that opened up from its seemingly liquid head as it mercilessly tortured her helpless, ticklish soles and toes.
Another eternity passed, filled with screaming laughter and pleading, before the entity pulled it's hands from her soles.
The stocks which held her ankles vanished, as did the straps and stool, and Lisa's body moved again, slowly floating over to the far wall, her back pressing against it and her arms rising above her head as metal restraints formed over her skin, trapping her once more, her helpless armpits exposed to this cruel entity.
The creatures' body rippled, twisting in inhuman ways, and it slowly began to walk towards her, lifting it's arms, Lisa witnessed its hands writhe and contort, the liquid claws seemed to define themselves more, the hands gaining a better form, becoming more slender and dainty, while the claws smoothed out into fingers with long nails.
The same effect rippled throughout its body, gaining a more physical appearance, lips forming on its mouth, the torso gaining the shape of a female, growing wider hips and a rounded ass, the stomach slimming slightly as breasts formed, all the way down its legs, where feet formed on the end of its pointed legs.
Lisa watched in amazement as what was once a liquid shadow, formed into a female body, and fear took over as it grew closer, its long nails reaching for her stomach.
The entity started to tickle again, and Lisa tried to resist laughing. She shook her head, she shook her body, and flailed her hands, but the creature continued it's methodical, unrelenting tickling until Lisa cracked, and giggles poured out of her mouth. She was being tickled slowly and ever so lightly, causing insane giggles rather than tortured laughter.
The creature kept tickling, slowly creeping up Lisa's body, to her sensitive breasts, and it was immediately drawn to her stiff nipples, tickling and teasing them.
"N-no! Fuck... Fuck! Stop!" Lisa begged, squeezing her thighs together as she involuntarily grew wetter and wetter as the entity teased and tickled her nipples.
It cocked its head, the dark, liquid skin rippling again, and seemed to tighten around the form, into a solid layer of skin, followed by a slit forming between its legs, forming into a perfectly shaved pussy and nipples erecting from its large breasts. Facial features even began to form, a nose, eyes, ears, and the excess fog rolling off of its head solidified into strands of hair, long, dark hair draped over its shoulders.
The creatures skin hardens further, changing colour until it's pale, its nipples darkening slightly from white to pink, as with its lips.
The entity opens its eyes to reveal darkness, no whites, no colour, just pitch black eyes, and it raises its hand, pulling Lisa from the wall with but a gesture, floating her in mid air and moving her body like a puppet once more.
Lisa gently floats downwards, landing on her back on a bed which materialised under her, with her arms stretches over her head and her legs bent at the knee and pulled away from her by thick ropes which wrap themselves around Lisa's body and limbs, then fuse together seamlessly, she squirms desperately as she realises her naked pussy is now completely exposed to the entity, which levitates off the ground and floats over to Lisa, laying itself between her quivering, bound legs and lowering its head, gently licking Lisa's pussy with its soft, silky tongue.
Lisa let out a quiet moan, her toes curling in delicious pleasure as the entity works its tongue on her increasingly wet pussy, sloppy at first, as if it was learning, but eventually finding her clit and focusing on it, eliciting louder moans from Lisa, her hips grinding as best as she can manage in the tight bondage.
Suddenly the entity pulled away, Lisa's pussy juices sticking to its lips and chin, and it pushes its own pussy against hers, grinding them together, while it leans forwards and gently licks along Lisa's sole, sucking her toes into its mouth, making Lisa giggle, and sending a surge of pleasure through her.
The entity continued the combination of suckling on Lisa's toes and grinding their cunts together, until Lisa can't stand it any longer, her toes curling, her breath becoming rapid and laboured as an orgasm builds up deep inside her core, surging to her pussy.
Lisa sits up in her bed, breathing heavily, the sun shining through her window, a gentle breeze drifting in, cooling her flushed skin, her panties soaked in her pussy juices.
She presses her hand against her forehead, her dream still on her mind, her pussy still tingling from the orgasm she had.
Rolling over, she picks up her phone and checks the time, to see it's 8:00AM, and she gets up to get ready for work, walking into the bathroom and brushing her teeth, spitting the toothpaste in the sink, she lifts her head to meet her reflection staring back at her with beautiful, shining, solid black eyes.
is of legal age, and any similarities to that of any real people is purely coincidental. Hope you enjoy.
Lisa sat bolt upright, breathing heavily, and looked around. Her bedroom was silent, all was still, even the curtains on the open window, and she subconsciously noted it was strange to have no breeze drifting through the window, since the room felt cold, and felt darker than usual. It was almost as if she was looking at her bedroom through tinted glasses, but she tried to ignore the dark, thinking of it as nothing more than her eyes still being hazy after just waking up, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, so she sat still, her ears on high alert, listening for even the creek of a floorboard anywhere in her house, yet she heard nothing... Nothing at all.
Still slightly unconvinced, Lisa gingerly slid out of bed, the backs of her legs tingling as her feet touched the floor, as if she was expecting a cold hand to reach out from under the bed, and she reached for her phone laying on her bedside table. Unplugging it from the charger, she unlocked her screen to check the time, she watched the numbers on her clock flicker and change continuously, causing her to blink a few times and shake her head, yet the numbers kept randomly changing. Lisa's heart pounded and she swallowed hard, the cold air clinging to her skin and making her shiver, her nipples involuntarily hardening through her thin night gown.
She slowly crept over to the wall, reaching for the light switch, and just before her finger touched her, she could have sworn she felt a finger run down her back, causing her to spin around, only to see nothing.
Her skin prickling with nervous heat, Lisa flung her door open and ran down the hallway, aiming for her parents bedroom door, she felt silly doing so, but she couldn't help it, although she ran out of breath before she reached the door. She hadn't made any progress, she'd run for a good 15 seconds and hadn't moved down the hallway at all. Lisa begun to panic, she didn't know what was happening, her breath caught in her throat and tears of frustration and fear stung her eyes, she tried to tell herself that nothing was wrong, that it was just a nightmare and she'd wake up, yet she found herself hastily reaching for the light switch, although this time she felt a jab in her left side, just under her ribs, causing her to jump and let out a yelp of surprise.
Panicking further, she reached for the light switch again, ignoring the jab in her right side this time, although it still made her jump, she watched in complete disbelief as the light switch moved away from her hand, sliding down the wall and sinking into the floor.
While still trying to comprehend what she just witnessed, Lisa felt the house convulse, and watched the dark hallway twist and contort in front of her, losing details as it writhed, the photos on the walls were the first to sink into darkness, followed by the carpet. Her door slammed and faded into the wall, followed by the wall fading into nothingness, eventually she was left standing in pure darkness. Nothing was around her, nothing was above her, and oddly, nothing was under her.
Lisa moved forward, her bare feet pressing against nothing, yet she didn't fall. It was impossible to describe the feeling, there was nothing pressed against the bottom of her foot, yet it was like she was walking on solid ground. Cautiously, she took a few steps forward, not wanting to walk into a wall, or fall off of what she was walking on.
"Lisa.." Came a hiss from the darkness, from all around her, with a voice that sounded like a thousand separate voices all at once. "Lisa!" It hissed again, as if the darkness itself was talking to her, yet her terror prevented her from forming any words.
Her silence must have angered whoever, or whatever, addressed her, because after a moment, her nightgown was ripped from her body. Lisa's hands flailed after it, but it seemed to vanish into the darkness.
"Who's there?" Lisa asked, quietly, her voice shaking with terror, her hands instinctively covering her naked body.
Her question was answered after a brief pause, when she felt the darkness move, like a thick cloud, it drifted around her, passing over every inch of her skin, making her shudder as the feeling of the softest silk tickled all over her skin.
"This isn't real, is it? I must be dreaming," Lisa said out loud, to nobody in particular, "So I just need to wak- augh," Her sentence was cut short when she felt something stuffed into her mouth, forcing it open. She could feel the presence of something stuck in her mouth, filling the space completely, she couldn't make any noise other than grunts and groans, yet she could breathe as if nothing was obstructing her mouth at all.
The shadows moved again, and she felt the silky feeling passing over her skin once more, and her limbs moved unwillingly. Lisa could sense her body was moving, yet she didn't know which direction she was going, it was impossible to tell in the darkness, she wasn't even sure if her eyes were open or shut, at this point.
An eerie, hissing laugh came from all around her as her limbs stretched out, spreading her naked body and leaving it more vulnerable than she already felt, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move in the slightest, not even a slight wriggle of her fingers was possible.
Lisa had no idea how long she floated in nothingness for, she grew tired of grunting and groaning, trying to communicate, yet she still wasn't sure if had been minutes, hours, days, or even years, all she knew was darkness and the occasional movement of soft silk over her entire body as the darkness rippled around her.
Her mind had begun to wander as she drifted through the pitch black universe, wondering why she was here, if it was still a dream, she considered the possibility of a coma, and many other possibilities to explain her current situation, but her attention was slowly brought back to her situation when she noticed she'd developed an itch on her side, and after another unsuccessful attempt to move, she developed an itch on her other side, too.
She tried her best to ignore the itches, but they only grew in intensity, until her mind was consumed by the sensations in her sides. She grunted into her impossible gag, trying to will her body to move, desperate to reach the itch, and she slowly became aware of the itchy spots moving, only slightly, but they still moved.
Was she being tickled by this mysterious darkness?
Her unspoken question was answered immediately as her sides lit up in ticklish agony, causing her to scream, and break down into laughter as she felt millions of silky feathers tickling up and down her sides. Lisa screamed and screamed, until she was just reduced to hysterical laughter, her body convulsing, her breasts bouncing as desperate laughter poured out of her.
"Ticklish?" Asked the infinite, hissing voice. The question angered Lisa, of course she was ticklish, her reaction to the tickling made that obvious. No sooner had her anger boiled up, that it vanished, she found it impossible to stay angry, she struggled to remember what she was angry about, since her mind was consumed by the tickling sensations engulfing her sides.
The torment continued for what seemed like an eternity for Lisa, she screamed, she laughed, she cried, she pleaded in her mind for mercy, but nothing would stop the tickling.
The silky, feathery tickling quickly moved down her body, engulfing her soles, and Lisa shrieked in pure ticklish agony, and felt her mouth empty of whatever invisible gag had filled it.
She felt her body move again, the thick fog pushing and pulling at her body, and shapes flickered around her, and a small orb of light was produced high above her, illuminating her body. Walls and a floor formed around her, lit up by the light above her, and Lisa found herself sitting in a chair, kept immobile by leather straps that faded into existence before her very eyes. Her legs, outstretched and immobile, were seen stuck in a set of heavy stocks which slowly built itself out of the fog, until it was a solid object.
The darkness rippled, and almost vibrated, like it was thinking, and the form of a black, liquid body formed on the opposite side of the stocks, walking towards her on shaky legs as it grew, dark fog rolling off of it, its arms, lacking hands, connected to what was tormenting her soles.
"PLEASE! STOP! MERCY!" Lisa managed to scream between fits of forced laughter, but the entity ignored her pleading, the only indication that it heard her was the grin that opened up from its seemingly liquid head as it mercilessly tortured her helpless, ticklish soles and toes.
Another eternity passed, filled with screaming laughter and pleading, before the entity pulled it's hands from her soles.
The stocks which held her ankles vanished, as did the straps and stool, and Lisa's body moved again, slowly floating over to the far wall, her back pressing against it and her arms rising above her head as metal restraints formed over her skin, trapping her once more, her helpless armpits exposed to this cruel entity.
The creatures' body rippled, twisting in inhuman ways, and it slowly began to walk towards her, lifting it's arms, Lisa witnessed its hands writhe and contort, the liquid claws seemed to define themselves more, the hands gaining a better form, becoming more slender and dainty, while the claws smoothed out into fingers with long nails.
The same effect rippled throughout its body, gaining a more physical appearance, lips forming on its mouth, the torso gaining the shape of a female, growing wider hips and a rounded ass, the stomach slimming slightly as breasts formed, all the way down its legs, where feet formed on the end of its pointed legs.
Lisa watched in amazement as what was once a liquid shadow, formed into a female body, and fear took over as it grew closer, its long nails reaching for her stomach.
The entity started to tickle again, and Lisa tried to resist laughing. She shook her head, she shook her body, and flailed her hands, but the creature continued it's methodical, unrelenting tickling until Lisa cracked, and giggles poured out of her mouth. She was being tickled slowly and ever so lightly, causing insane giggles rather than tortured laughter.
The creature kept tickling, slowly creeping up Lisa's body, to her sensitive breasts, and it was immediately drawn to her stiff nipples, tickling and teasing them.
"N-no! Fuck... Fuck! Stop!" Lisa begged, squeezing her thighs together as she involuntarily grew wetter and wetter as the entity teased and tickled her nipples.
It cocked its head, the dark, liquid skin rippling again, and seemed to tighten around the form, into a solid layer of skin, followed by a slit forming between its legs, forming into a perfectly shaved pussy and nipples erecting from its large breasts. Facial features even began to form, a nose, eyes, ears, and the excess fog rolling off of its head solidified into strands of hair, long, dark hair draped over its shoulders.
The creatures skin hardens further, changing colour until it's pale, its nipples darkening slightly from white to pink, as with its lips.
The entity opens its eyes to reveal darkness, no whites, no colour, just pitch black eyes, and it raises its hand, pulling Lisa from the wall with but a gesture, floating her in mid air and moving her body like a puppet once more.
Lisa gently floats downwards, landing on her back on a bed which materialised under her, with her arms stretches over her head and her legs bent at the knee and pulled away from her by thick ropes which wrap themselves around Lisa's body and limbs, then fuse together seamlessly, she squirms desperately as she realises her naked pussy is now completely exposed to the entity, which levitates off the ground and floats over to Lisa, laying itself between her quivering, bound legs and lowering its head, gently licking Lisa's pussy with its soft, silky tongue.
Lisa let out a quiet moan, her toes curling in delicious pleasure as the entity works its tongue on her increasingly wet pussy, sloppy at first, as if it was learning, but eventually finding her clit and focusing on it, eliciting louder moans from Lisa, her hips grinding as best as she can manage in the tight bondage.
Suddenly the entity pulled away, Lisa's pussy juices sticking to its lips and chin, and it pushes its own pussy against hers, grinding them together, while it leans forwards and gently licks along Lisa's sole, sucking her toes into its mouth, making Lisa giggle, and sending a surge of pleasure through her.
The entity continued the combination of suckling on Lisa's toes and grinding their cunts together, until Lisa can't stand it any longer, her toes curling, her breath becoming rapid and laboured as an orgasm builds up deep inside her core, surging to her pussy.
Lisa sits up in her bed, breathing heavily, the sun shining through her window, a gentle breeze drifting in, cooling her flushed skin, her panties soaked in her pussy juices.
She presses her hand against her forehead, her dream still on her mind, her pussy still tingling from the orgasm she had.
Rolling over, she picks up her phone and checks the time, to see it's 8:00AM, and she gets up to get ready for work, walking into the bathroom and brushing her teeth, spitting the toothpaste in the sink, she lifts her head to meet her reflection staring back at her with beautiful, shining, solid black eyes.
