Abstractler

I love uncontrollable reactions

She told us everything she knows hours ago…but c’mon, would you stop?

The intruder was mean. After tying her up and blindfolding her he sat silently for some time, letting her stew. He decided to remove her shoes and as he took off the first one, the heel brushed against the sole of her foot and she yelped.

She was ticklish.

Invigorated by this accidental discovery his plan formed immediately. He had no agenda; there was no information he needed from her, this was recreation. He tied her toes together as she mumbled in fear, and embarked on a vicious assault on her soles.

As she screamed laughter and begged for her sanity, he noticed her hairbrush on the dresser and picked it up. For the first time he spoke to her.

“Spread your toes out real wide. Keep them spread for one minute and I’ll let you go,”

She complied and spread her toes. He counted to 10 before tickling her feet savagely with her own hairbrush. Her toes scrunched instantly. No matter how hard she tried, in the face of the scrubbing from the brush she could only manage a couple of seconds.

As the minutes tick(l)ed by, she sobbed in frustration. She simply couldn’t do it. 

On and on it went until she was broken - there was nothing she could do and her assailant clearly had no intention of stopping the torment. In that moment of degrading defeat, with the brush scrubbing briskly across the balls of her feet, and the sound of her own screaming laughter ringing in her ears, she began to cum…

… And she couldn’t stop.

You know you’re in deep trouble when even the oil makes you squirm and giggle like crazy!

Desperate anticipation is vital in the buildup to any interrogation.

So take away her senses. Leave her to stew a while.

Let her mind race, her senses start to heighten as they reach out for input in the darkness and silence.

Close in on her tingling, sensitive skin at will.

POV: You made the mistake of being pretty and ticklish.

Imagine being in a coma. Your body is totally stock-still, but your mind is there: your lucid, and you can hear, smell, feel everything. Your body has became your prison.

Imagine now there’s a person who loves to make you suffer and knows how unbearably ticklish you are and how much you hate bring tickled, how much you panic for being tickled, and even if he doesn’t know if you can feel his merciless and slow torture, he raises your arms and start tickling you everywhere with methodical sadism. He notices your EEG changing and he gets your suffering. Your body is totally impassible, but yo you are suffering, screaming in your mind, you freak out, you’re totally in rage, you don’t understand why he’s so obsessed in tickling you, you panic several times and you wish you have died in that car accident.

Nobody knows, nobody hears, nobody understands or even guess your agony. They are just happy that every single day there’s a cute gentle boy that comes visiting you and stay with you for hours.

Tummy tickling 😍