When you want to surprise a girl with the thing she hates more than anything else in the world, you have to make sure she's 100% immobilised -- restrained so she can't even squirm, can't move any part of her even an inch
so all she can do is scream 🌸😇
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from 'Brat vs. Her Total Isolation' by the studio 'BondageJunkies'
A ticklish interrogation, only the victim gets one chance an hour to fess up. They’re asked once, and only once. If they don’t give the answer that the interrogator wants, back the gag goes and it’s another hour of relentless tickles.
Sexy. Erotic. Kinky. Beautiful. Magical. Sweet. Cute. Sadistic as fuck. Cruel. Pure hell. Terrifying. Unbearable. Torture. Adorable. Fun. Weird. Masochistic. Hot. All of those things.
it hurts? ask me to stop, then. say please. god, yeah, just like that. fuck, you're so cute. keep going, i'm close. i know it's too much, baby. you can kick and scream. do you need help screaming? you're pretty when you're scared. oh, are you crying? you're so good to me.
For this prompt about Sam and AU!Cas. See tags for warnings. Words: 1,800
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“No - no, wait! Nnfff!”
Castiel knots the handkerchief gag behind Sam’s head and pets his hair with a gloved hand. “Shhhh,” he soothes. “We don’t want interruptions.”
He circles around in front of Sam and drags a final cursory look over the ropes. The hunter is bound to the wooden desk chair in his bedroom, hands tied behind the back and ankles secured to the crossbars between the chair legs so his feet don’t touch the floor. Half of the entertainment thus far has just been getting Sam tied up properly; Castiel hasn’t spent much time with these Winchesters, unlike his counterpart from this world, but he knows that they are skilled and they are deadly. He won’t underestimate how this apparent ex-boy-with-the-demon-blood can exploit the smallest flaw.
Sam’s eyes are tinged with alarm behind the displaced strands of hair that fall across his face. He twists against the ropes, but they hold fast across his chest, hips, and every joint of his limbs. The only part of his weight he can throw is his head, which doesn’t do much but toss his hair. He growls his frustration behind the gag.
Castiel crouches before him. He plucks at his gloves while Sam‘s eyes dart between his hands.
“Now, let me see,” he says with a flinching half-smile, “how Sam Winchester endures… distress.”
Castiel reaches up to lay the gloves on the nearby desktop, then slips his hands under Sam’s bare feet and begins to tickle.
“Nhhmmm!”
Sam’s feet pivot every which way from his bound ankles in a futile attempt to avoid the spidering fingers. Castiel does not look up to see what else the hunter might be doing, but keeps all his attention on his exploration. He keeps his touch light and focuses on finding the spots that will be the most effective candidates for concentrated stimulation.
“Mmmf - hff - nnn!” Sam’s legs shake when Castiel scratches the spot where the curve of his arch transitions to the firm pad of his heel. “Hhhgh, hmhmm!”
Imagine a priest trying to make you confess to them and at first you confess just a few things, nothing to bad, but it piles up. And before you can react you can hear them move and while you are still trying to undersatand what is going on they open the door and grab your arm.
Their eyes are cold and calculated but there is a faint blush on their cheeks as they speak, "We need to punish you for that", without a moment to even react they pull you with them into a small room.
They sit down and with one fluid movement you are pulled across their legs, they pull down your pants and their hand comes down swift and hard, your underwear barely numbs the sensation as they hit your bottom. The stinging pain brings tears to your eyes almost instantly, but also a faint warm flurry of butterflies in your tummy. Somehow they seem to notice and their hand comes down harder without giving you a second to breathe. Tears run down your cheeks and slowly the sounds you fought to holy back start slipping out.
Again and again they hit you, the butterflies in your tummy growing and then they start interrogating you for more "sins", almost forcing you to confess more and more things and then punishing you more.
They are relentless, their hand coming down over and over again while you cry and admit all those things and they just mercilessly spank you until you promise you really really told them everything. Your face was red with shame when they finally stop.
After a while they sigh, their hand is hurting and clearly this punishment is not enough. So they decide to tie you to the chair instead. Making sure your bare feet are tied high to the back legs of the chair. Then they kneel and ask for forgivness before mercilessly tickling your feet.
First just using fingertips and nails, but over time getting and using tools, maybe even his mouth. All while you scream and laugh, and after a long while cry and sob. Every time you beg them to stop they tell you your punishment isn't done yet so they cannot have mercy with you, they need to tickle you until your punishment is done even if that means breaking your mind completely.
There is no telling how long they have to tickle you, they are sure devine existence will let them know when your punishment is done. They are glad you can't see their face because they are probably blushing as hard as you are. Maybe they should punish you even more for making them feel that way.
I love the idea of having a set-up at a bdsm convention where i’m mummified, stocked, toe tied, gagged, blindfolded with noise cancelling earphones on with a sign next to me that says
‘this is a cnc activity, the subject is extremely hyper ticklish on her soles and absolutely despises being tickled. as you can see, she has no safe word or action available to her. you will see tools such as feathers, hairbrushes, flossers oil on the table to your left - use them wisely’
I would literally be completely helpless, stuck in complete anticipation because I can’t see or hear when people approach me, completely on display in a room full of sadists that get to play without a safeword. even if they’ve never been into tickling before it would be an irresistible opportunity to torture someone.
I would be subject to like 5 hours of torture. I want it.