No seriously, come get your dad, cuz I’m about to tickle all of your trust fund bank details out of his ticklish ass. You see these reactions? This is one pit. I have access to every last inch of him. His huge soles. His cock. His hairy stomach. Think I can’t make your daddy squeal? Think he’s strong enough to withstand tickle torture?
You're such a ticklish helpless tickle toy. I know this is embarrassing for you. You exist for my amusement all you can do is lay there laugh and accept the tickling. You're helpless 😈😎
ooh new tickle torture idea: on your wedding day, after the rites and the ceremony and all that, you and your best man take your wife, still in her cute wedding dress and makeup, down to the dungeon, strap her in, and then tickle torture her for a week as your honeymoon to show what the rest of her tickle slut life is going to look like
blind. deaf. mute. your only interaction with the outside world is some sick, twisted, perverted fuck who has decided that they'd rather tickle your bare feet–little piggies all tied back tight–than let you go. my only problem? he didn't use enough bondage. he could've strapped her waist and chest and forehead and maybe collar too and the he could've kept tickling her regardless of how badly she freaked out.
She couldn't believe she'd gotten caught. A blind turtle with a concussion could have snuck out from her stepfather's stupid grill night with his friends. But her nasty stepdaddy had grabbed her from behind just as she was slipping out the front door. He dragged her, kicking and spitting, through the house and into the back yard.
It wasn't fair. She was in college now. She shouldn't have to sneak out of her own house. But her mom wouldn't be back for a week, and her stepfather Joe had instituted draconian rules for "anyone" (so, just her) staying here.
When she realized Joe was taking her not back to her room but out to the party, she started kicking. She was a swimmer, not a waif, but Joe was a cop. The friends who came to help him subdue her were big beefy men with leering, self-satisfied grins. They stuck something thick in her mouth--a towel, maybe--that made her yells depressing and small. Helpless.
Joe kept a bench under a big weight rack on the shaded patio. They secured her to it, humiliatingly, with plastic wrap. Her arms were wrapped around the bench behind her head, and her legs were bent into a horribly exposed frog position. Her loose skirt and crop top did nothing to help her feel less vulnerable.
"Awwww," said Joe, running his thick finger down her exposed ribs. "Are you feeling a little less fucking bratty?"
She wanted to kick him, but she couldn't even straighten her leg.
"You're not an idiot," Joe said. "You know we're about to do." He bent down to her pussy, exposed between her spread bound legs, and ripped open her nice lacy panties. "We're about to play a game called touch the slut."
His friends were gathered around the bench, and two of them reached out to start molesting her nipples, squeezing them through her gauzy shirt fabric.
"There aren't a lot of rules to touch the slut," Joe continued. He was grinning, spreading her pussy with one had and drawing firm circles around her poor, confused little clit with the index finger of the other.
Her clit had to be confused because it felt good. Inexplicably, horribly, humiliatingly good.
"We're going to touch you--the slut--however we want. But anybody who makes you cum, he gets to fuck you--you, you fucking slut, out here, on this bench--oh, oh, oh, I can feel you dripping--he gets to fuck you while the rest of us tickle you."
Her nipples felt incredible, too. His friends were horrible, but their fingers were cruelly precise on her tits, pulling her nipples into needy little peaks.
"Have you ever really been tickled, slut?" asked someone from the audience. He came up and dropped his mouth to her ear, and his beer-heavy breath tickled. "It's gonna make you feel like a helpless little girl." He started running his fingers under her chin. She couldn't get away. "I'm gonna make you fucking cum right when you feel gross and little and scared, you slut. I'm gonna make you hate cumming."
From between her legs, Joe laughed. "Oh, you sweet stupid little slut," he said to her. "Your clit is throbbing in my hand right now. You're getting turned on by something Jeremy is saying? You must be a dirty fucking princess. We're going to ruin your little pussy."
Jeremy whispered, "I'm gonna make you cum on a beer bottle today," before he retreated back to the circle of men watching her get groped.
She felt so unbelievably small and helpless. Turned on in front of the world's worst fucking men, utterly unable to ask for help. Help from whom, anyway?
It was hard to grasp the scope of her helplessness. Another cop was in her ear now, promising to spread her pussy out so that all his friends could see inside her. He was going to rub her clit as he teased the entrance to her little girl slut hole until she begged her stepdaddy's friends to fuck her with their big grown-up cocks.
"Baby girl," Joe said, delighted, as he continued to draw firm circles around his stepdaughter's pink, exposed clit. "Your button is fucking throbbing between my fingers, honey. Are you getting a little turned on by everything your gross uncles are telling you?"
She wailed into her gag. Someone had just started tickling her ribs, and she couldn't get away, she couldn't get away.
"All us horny old perverts are going to use your body to cum," a new voice said into her ear. "And if you cum for us, it just means you're a horny fucking pervert, too."
"We can already tell you're a slut for our cocks, honey," said Joe, with awful, mocking encouragement. "Cumming for us is just going to prove it."
She was going to cum, too. That was the horrible thing. The fingers teasing her nipples, the persistent tickling at her ribs, Joe's unending circles on her clit.
"If your daddy can make you cum just by rubbing your little slut button in the next minute," the voice in her ear told her, "then you have to thank him for the cummies. Okay, you horny little girl? If you're such a slut that your daddy can make you cum in front of all his friends, then you have to call them cummies and you have to thank him."
She came. The voice in her ear, the hands all over her body, the eyes all around her, they were all too much. And she couldn't believe herself when she whispered to Joe, "Thank you for the cummies, Daddy."
He looked incredulously at her. "Say that again, little girl."
Had she done it wrong? Her shiny, exposed clit pulsed between his fingers. "Thank you for the cummies, Daddy."
Summary: Kidnapped by a deity who's taken a keen interest in her, our heroine can do nothing but try not to succumb as He torments her with tickling, and pleasure beyond those of mortal imagination. Using his magic he has trapped her clit, ass and asshole and her breasts in boxes for him to play with while all she can do is watch, bound on his bed in a dimension where time is no obstacle. He wants her. He will have her. No matter how she may resist.
Trigger warnings: Noncon, God powers that take away bodily autonomy and affect sensitivity, time manipulation, tentacles briefly mentioned, lots of forced orgasms and intense tickle torture.
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She snarled.
"You don't scare mhehehehe!"
She shrieked as her asshole was forced to endure even worse tickling, the defenseless hole puckering as if that could make it any less tortuous. The feathered tickle rings surrounding her buds were a blur now, making her scream hysterically as her nipples were polished.
"I'll never succumb! No matter what you dohohoho to mhehehehe!"
His earlier threats echoed in her head.
I wonder; just how many more orgasms can I wrench from your mortal body? How many more times sensitive can I make you, to pleasure and tickling in equal measure? Perhaps I'll take your feet next hm? Give them a nice tentacle filled tickle box of their own; of course- free for me to open and toy with at my leisure."
He motioned to where her helpless clit, ass and breasts were already held.
"Or perhaps I'll bring your clit back into the mix, hm? Maybe I'll close the box. Let the ticking tentacles make you cum as I see fit and laugh for me. Or I can scrub it mercilessly with 2 electric toothbrushes. You seemed to like it when I used 1 to make you cum 3 times earlier- imagine it, sandwiched between two polishing brushes, unable to escape. There's always your helpless asshole. Oh the tickle torment I could inflict there. You seem to be enjoying the tentacles- but imagine all the tools at my disposal. Makeup brushes, electric toothbrushes, feathers, fingers... you're mine tickle slave.”
She shook off his earlier threats and glared him down, resolute.
“I'll never give in to a shahahadistic God like yhohohou!”
“Oh but you will, because you're mine, pretty thing. For eternity. Tickle tickle tickle! Let's see just how much you can take, shall we?”
He snapped his fingers and she screamed, throwing her head back in mirth as her clit was treated to two electric toothbrushes, just as he posited.
“Nohohohoho! Oh Ghohohohod not that! Please! T-Too shehehehehensitive!”
She squeaked as he pinched both her nipples and then ruthlessly flicked his index fingers back and forth over her tips making her giggle hysterically between her moans. The rings continued unabated.
He ignored her cries, smirking and then at a nod of his head she shrieked anew, bucking for all the good it did her. Another electric toothbrush had dedicated itself to her pucker as the tentacles continued swirling and tickling everywhere else.
“You fhuhuhuhuhucker! I hahahahahate you; I wish we'd never met!”
She spat, only to freeze as he seemed to, before glaring over his shoulder. He looked genuinely annoyed, if only a little under his mask of amusement at her gall.
“Oh? You've moxy that's for certain. Pity there shan't be a fragment of your willful mind left by the time I'm through with you. Cum.”
Her eyes widened in fear, tears falling down her cheeks.
“Nononono please I'm sor-”
The God cocked his head but his answering smile was anything but kind.
“Still trying to resist are we, tickle slave?”
The small smile dropped off his face, his expression during dark.
“I. Said. CUM.”
She did so with a thunderous whine, squirting everywhere thanks to attempting to hold back against his almighty power, left shaking in the aftermath.
He nodded in satisfaction as she panicked, feeling her sensitivity increase. She waited for the smile to return.
It didn't.
“Aww did someone make a mess because she didn't listen? Too bad. Luckily I know the perfect way to clean you up. Isn't your master so kind?”
She shook her head rapidly.
“Nooohoho! Oh fuck I won't be able to-”
He cut off her voice, stealing it as easily as always, and she knew she was to truly suffer.
‘Please…’
She thought at him desperately, tears falling.
He shrugged, carelessly.
“Then agree to be my eternal tickle toy. Its really not all that different from the month we have now.”
Still she shook her head rapidly, thinking in anger.
*‘Never!! Go off yourself!*
“I've gotten you to break so many times before, ticklish. You will. You always do. So take as long as you need. I'm going to enjoy this.”
She blinked and then all there was was warmth.
She hummed nervously, as she was sprayed down, knowing what was to follow and swallowing nervously. She jumped as all the boxes opened, feeling them each getting sprayed down at once.
Her asshole tickled like nothing else, as did her nipples but her clit…she mewled, desperately trying to avoid the stream but he was intent and she gulped, shaking her head in denial.
His voice tickled her ear.
“That's right tickle slut. I'm gonna bully your ticklish little clit until your come for me. You didn't think I forgot the one you owed me, did ya? In fact for such a transgression…”
His voice lowered.
“You're going to give me 5. I'll be nice and count the squirt you did earlier since it was such a nice show.”
She tried to protest, begging inwardly but he wasn't in her head anymore. If he was, she couldn't feel him.
He no longer cared.
She screamed without words as his actions pushed her over, left spasming in pleasure. She quickly squealed as it didn't stop. Anywhere. The water pulsed and changed pressure to keep her from going numb. She was quickly driven to her third.
Now, she really started to squirm and struggle. She had been already, but she desperately tried to move her clit away she yelped as a hand with soft brush on the inside was used to hold her still.
He cooed knowingly in her ear.
“Need some help? Tickle tickle~”
She shook her head in desperation but could only scream and squirt everywhere as the soft brush hand ever so gently polished the tip of her clit.
She sobbed and he grinned.
“Stop.”
He didn't need to verbalize it, but did for her sake so she'd pay attention.
“I know how much you love your brushes tickle slave. You're so dirty now; you must have been desperate for an especially thorough cleaning. How naughty, but don't worry! Your Master is nothing if not perceptive to your needs and wants! Enjoy!”
Then, she froze in horror, feeling her asshole and ass being scrubbed. Her skin tingled and she moaned in horror as of course the soap was sensitivity enhancing. No wonder he'd used so much. Her poor nipples had 5 electric toothbrushes- one on each side and one in the center. The rings were gone, only to enhance her suffering. She cackled, feeling as if she was losing her mind when he cooed.
“Aww little mouse, you didn't think we were done, did you? The source of the mess must be dealt with most aggressively~”
She jumped as everything in the boxes besides her clit was scrubbed. Her breath hitched as she finally noticed the pressure surrounding her clit. He was pumping her clit. She whimpered.
“That's right, tickle bait! Your clit is the main culprit and so it deserves the most severe punishment, don't you think? Ah, and if you cum again, I'm afraid your clit must've not learned its lesson and will be punished even more severely, along with your other adorable erogenous zones since they all play a role. Coochie coochie coo!”
With that her clit joined her pussy in being scrubbed and she abruptly realized that damn pumping had not only naturally made her more ticklish and sensitive to pleasure, but also had been completely soaked in sensitizer.
She screamed and immediately squirted everywhere, laughing hysterically.
The scrubbing did not stop, in fact it got faster at all of the stations. Of course, she came again with a sob.
“So sensitive. Poor baby. If you cum again, you'll be drenched head to toe, and in each of your special boxes I'll drench them in more permanent tickle and pleasure sensitivity serum. Your little clit is gonna be my favorite toy forever, tickle slave.”
She tried to hold back but his last sentence about her clit made her cry out and spill everywhere.
As promised, she was left soaking.
Only her clit, was given a steady ticklish spray of the serum.
“I see you quite liked that idea. I hope you don't mind I added some enlargement serum too. The more clit to tickle and torment the better, right toy?”
She could only hiccup as answer, desperately holding back. He didn't like that and with a sharp snap, the rest of her body was being scrubbed mercilessly, some with mechanical buffers, others with the dreaded scrubbing brushes with rough or soft bristles depending on the area. All were dripping with sensitivity enhancing serum. She knew, once it was absorbed? There was no returning to her prior sensitivity to pleasure or tickling, but there was nothing she could do.
She instantly lost focus and then cried out as she was bullied to another screaming orgasm.
“This is what you deserve. You were made for this. Please, do keep resisting. It's all the more fun for me.”
She shrieked and howled without sound, lost in the myriad of sensations. She knew she would not have the mercy of unconsciousness, not unless he willed it. Just as she didn't need food, water or to relieve herself.
Her ass and asshole as well as her nipples had also been treated with the tickle and pleasure sensitivity serum and she was a hysterical mess, sobbing and laughing and he finally granted her the ability to speak again. She immediately began begging, cumming all the while.
The God giggled as her pleas watching her with sadistic mirth as she spasmed in another orgasm, watching her clit pulse in horror of the ticklish pleasure being forced into it by the serum. He manifested a feather and brushed it along her asshole with the electric toothbrush, smiling in amusement as she babbled in laughter.
“No I don't think I will, tickle slut. I told you. You were made for this. For me! No mercy for brats who don't know their place~ I'd be a bad Master indeed if I didn't punish you properly!”
The brushes continued their devious work, also lathered in tickle serum and scrubbing everywhere from her tummy, her neck, her back, those adorable feet, where he was sure to scrub her toes, her hips. She bucked but it didn't free her.
He finally was satisfied with the size of her clit and allowed the other torments to die off. He wanted her to feel just this.
“Ready, cutie?”
“Oh, oh no pleasepleaseplease! Make it back to the way it was!”
He stroked it and she let out a shuddering breath, melting into the mattress with a squeak at how much it tickled and a full body shiver at how pleasurable it was.
“I don't think I will. That was only one stroke. So tell me, tickle bait, the feather? The electric toothbrush? Or do you want me to just go crazy rubbing it with my fingers? You have 10 seconds, or I'll do all 3. Well…”
He smirked sinisterly and she sobbed.
“I may do that anyway. But at least I'll only torment your cute little button. Nowhere else. That's fair, isn't it?”
She let out a shaky breath and reluctantly met his eyes.
“R-Rubbing, please.”
She sniffled and his eyes glittered eagerly.
“I was hoping you'd say that~”
He wasted no more time at the look of fear that lit up her gaze and used his main 4 fingers to rub her clit instead of the usual 2 thanks to her enlargement and his pitiful, precious toy gasped and then squirted, gasped and squirted. She screamed, and then laughed. He noticed her cute little clit trying to arch away and tsked, holding it at the base and then rubbing it harder as punishment.
“Ohh ohh Nohohohoho! Why? Why!? It thihihihickles! Ahahaha! Fhuhuhuck! Not my clhihihihit! Oh- Agh! Can't sthahahahap! Master! Master ohh- no mhohohohore! Don't wanna chuhuhuhum anymhohohohore!”
She was too cute.
“Sorry baby but I love seeing you cum so you'll keep cumming till I let you stop. I think it's time for the feather though. Save your favorite for last, yeah?”
He reluctantly slowed and just tickled the very tip, watching her giggle and writhe on the bed with amusement.
“Nooohoho!!”
She tried to protest and he grinned.
“Oh, so you want the electric toothbrush?”
He wanted to use both hands and so he had a small metal ring replace his fingers.
Her eyes widened in fear at the revelation he had both hands free and she frantically shook her head.
“No, no please! U-Use the feathers!”
“Well, if you're sure then~ Who I am to deny my angel?”
He conjured two feathers and went to work letting both flutter along her big clit.
Her eyes widened in horror and then she succumbed to hysterical giggles and squeaks. Not only did it tickle horribly, it turned her on like nothing else but wasn't enough to make her cum, making her buck her hips needily.
“Ehehehe! Oh Ghohohod! Thehehe!”
The God cooed at her, endeared by her reaction, his eyes glinting dangerously.
“Aww does that tickle pretty girl? That's too bad~ There's so many more tickles in your future, so many more ways I'm going to play with you and I'm sure I'll invent even more when I'm out of those.”
“Nohohoho! Master plhehehehease! No more thihihihickles!”
He threw his head back in laughter.
“You're so cute, thinking you have a choice darling~ I see you bucking those hips, is someone a little desperate? Does it feel good?”
She sniffled, nodding.
“It dohohohoes! It's t-too much but not enough at the same thihihihime!
“Oh don't worry; you'll have enough. Is it time for my tickle toy's favorite?”
She shivered, shaking her head in denial with tears in her eyes.
“Nono plhehehehease! Not thahahat!”
The God smirked, his voice holding a darker undercurrent just beneath his light and airy tone.
“Oh yes, that. Someone's clit has been incredibly disobedient, not cumming when it was supposed to- we're going to make sure that never happens again.”
He conjured two electric toothbrushes and flipped them on high and without further delay put them on both sides of her clit, making it vibrate rapidly.
She went silent, eyes wide, only the buzzing of the electric toothbrushes as they whirled against her clit and then she screamed.
“FHUHUHUHUCK!”
She squirted and was lost to hysterics, thrashing desperately to no avail.
The God was incredibly amused at this and laughed.
“Language, toy.”
He scrubbed the head of her clit with one while the other tormented the sides and she gasped in ticklish horror as she came again with a whimper.
“Thihihihickles so mhuhuhuhuch! Plhehehehease Mahahahaster! Make it stahahahahap!!”
The brushes whirled and scrubbed her clit as he snickered and hummed to himself.
“This is what happens to naughty toys who don't behave and do as their Master demands. Perhaps now you'll learn not to fight me when I tell you to cum.”
“Ahhh ahahahaha! Oh Ghohohohod! Too mhuhuhuch! Have mercy I beg of yhohohou!”
The God seemed to contemplate this before he smiled and shook his head.
“Not quite so soon, darling. I'm afraid you haven't learned your lesson yet. 30 minutes. Then we'll see if you've truly learned.”
“Ohhh nohohoho!”
She came again with a shuddering sob, giggles and laughter the only thing to fill the space between her orgasms.
The 30 minutes finally ended and she panted heavily, recovering as He pet her head.
“That's a good tickle toy. Have we learned our lesson?”
She sobbed, but sniffled and nodded still a little giggly just from hypersensitivity.
He hummed, seemingly pleased and leaned down to wipe her tears away and kiss her forehead.
"Rest for now, my sweet girl. Recover. I have a few matters to attend to and then I shall return to ask you once more if you're ready to submit to my magnanimous offer."
He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes and she swallowed nervously as he kissed her and caressed her face in farewell.
"Think carefully."
His eyes flicked over her bound body, they the boxes- lingering on her clit before they returned to her face.
"I still have so many ideas. Perhaps we'll find out together?"
He left the open-ended threat hanging in the air and disappeared as quickly as he'd appeared.
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