tortured mannequin

20, don't read this

[mylimbsarenotmyown]

You show up to your first babysitting gig at the address you found on Craigslist.

A middle-aged man answers the door and leads you into his living room. It's adorned with plush pastel rugs, shelves lined with plushies, and toys scattered across the floor. It looks like a dream nursery for one incredibly lucky kid.

"Wow your kid must love it here. Where are they?"

"Just in there sweetie, go on in."

With your back turned, his thick, strong arms wrap around you from behind and wrestle you to the ground.

You snarl & thrash trying to throw him off. "Get the hell off of me!"

"What a fussy little thing we are" :) "Such a big, grumpy voice for such a tiny girl." His voice drips with condescending baby-talk.

He scribbles his fingers on that sensitive spot under your chin. You ofc can't help but let out a choked giggle.

"There it is!" "There's my tickly little girl!"

His hands roam and explore your body. His finger find your vulnerable, soft belly and a stream of helpless, little girl giggles force their way out.

He pins your feet with one large hand and traces your arches with the other, making you shriek and curl into a ball.

His fingers on your ticklish little kitty rip a high-pitched, infantile squeal from your throat.

"Who's a giggly little baby? You are! Yes, you are!" "Daddy found your tickle spots didn't he?" "You're having so much fun!"

The pressure becomes too much and you have an accident, soaking your jeans.

"Uh- oh. Looks like someone was having too much fun. That's okay sweetie! Accidents happen. Daddy will get you all cleaned up."

Daddy picks you up and carries you to the changing table. Replacing your wet clothes with a thick, padded diaper, before lifting you up again.

Daddy sits in a rocking chair, cradling and rocking you. He tells you what a good, ticklish little girl you are. How Daddy will always be there to take care of you. To play tickle-games with you.

The fight starts to drain out of you. The tickling, the diaper, and the constant baby-talk makes your mind go fuzzy.

Your adult identify, the one that came here to babysit, is washed away.

Daddy finally sits you down amongst the plushies and blankets, & hands you a brightly coloured rattle. You don't protest, you just look up at him with big, trusting eyes.

You don't remember what you came here for anymore.

All you know is that you're Daddy's sweet, ticklish little baby, and he loves to hear you giggle.

[mylimbsarenotmyown]

In my youth (2 years ago), we were forced to change in locker rooms for gym class, no stalls, no curtains. Don't ask me why we couldn't change in the washrooms. I don't know. As the resident loser lesbian, I always picked a wall to stare at, put my clothes on as fast as possible, and ran out of there. But occasionally, the human need to look, to see, would overpower me and I'd take a quick scan around the room. For a forbidden second my eyes would land on the sun-kissed skin of a popular girl, before getting caught and averting my gaze. They never confronted me about it.. until one day.

I was changing before gym class as usual, keeping my head down, when I heard one of the girls, Veronica, say loudly

"Oh my god- she's looking at me again."

I raised my head to see who they were talking about, and I see Veronica, and her eviler counterpart Laney staring right at me.

"Ew, keep your eyes to yourself, you fucking perv!"

Other girls start to turn their heads at the sound and a few others walk in from where they were waiting outside.

"What's going on?" said Minnie, one of the nicer girls in the class.

"Dolly here won't stop drooling over poor Veronica! It's making my skin crawl."

I wanted to say that it wasn't true, that I wasn't even looking at Veronica, that I didn't even like Veronica! But with two dozen eyes on me, I was frozen in place. My heart raced, my body shook, and I stared at the girls with wide eyes, hoping if I made myself small enough maybe they'd forget I was there.

Laney strode forward and snatched the shirt from my hand that I hadn't finished putting on. I was left standing there in front of everyone, wearing nothing but my plain cotton panties.

"What's the matter?" Laney taunted, poking me sharply in the ribs. I backed away until I was cornered against the cold wall of the shower area. "Cat got your tongue?"

Veronica chimed in from the sidelines, her voice a cruel mimicry of concern. "She's always so quiet. It's creepy."

"Lay off her, you guys," Minnie said. Her tone was sweet, but almost amused. "She can't help it. Look at her... she's actually kind of cute when she's shaking"

"She is kinda cute, isn't she Ronnie?" Laney punctuates the question by pinching the soft skin on my waist. I let out a sharp squeal. My anxiety heightening my senses to an unbearable degree.

Laney continues to bully me, pinching and poking my sides, my stomach, and the sensitive skin around my bellybutton until I crumple and curl up into a tight, defensive ball on the floor.

Why is this happening?

I retreat into my own head, ruminating about how intimidating the other girls are, how much bigger they are, how much more powerful.

My silent retreat seems to infuriate Laney. “Don’t fucking ignore me,” she snarls. She grabs me by my foot, yanking me out of my protective ball and onto the shower floor.

Her hands attack my thighs, all the while hissing provocative, homophobic teases through angry, gritted teeth. She squeezes the backs of my thighs, the tops, and my knees with such force I’m screaming more than I am laughing, I feel like I’m going to pee. Then, her hand moves toward a more vulnerable spot, my inner thighs. I buck wildly as she squeezes, and in the struggle, her fingers brush against the thin fabric of my panties, directly over my pussy.

A sound rips from my throat, a pained, high-pitched squeal. The sensation’s like a lightning bolt, ten times more intense than anything I'd felt so far.

Laney stops and pulls her hand back as if it were burned. "Om my god" She looks at me with disbelief. "She's actually wet" Laney bursts out laughing along with Veronica. Even Minnie cant help herself. My face burns with humiliation. Hot tears scald my cheeks and I hang my head in shame.

"Aww, don't cry honey," Minnie coos. She kneels down beside Laney and cups my cheeks as tears continue to run down my face. "I think it's kinda cute that the baby likes a little tickling."

"It is, isn't it" Laney, mused. "I think we should torture her until she doesn't. Until she regrets ever thinking those lezzy thoughts about us." An evil grin spreads across her face. "Lets tickle her straight!"

“What! No-” I cry out, finally finding my voice. Minnie just hushes me and pets my face as she lowers me back to the ground. Veronica moves to sit on my arms above my head. Laney sits on my legs facing me, like a predator with hunger in her eyes. "Let's make this bitch regret every dirty thought she's had about us," she declared. She gives me another evil grin that splits her faces, before digging her nails into my soles.

I'm in instant, white-hot agony. Her sharp stiletto nails dig hard into my arches, igniting my nerves. Veronica watches for a moment, hypnotised by the way my breasts bounce and sway as I try to buck them off me. Then she collects herself and dances her nails over my bare armpits, whispering all the degrading things she feels about herself for being turned on by this, by me. Minnie just smiles sweetly and tickles my belly. Lightly at first, tracing circles around my bellybutton, then skittering her fingers along the waistline above of my panties, as she sees how it makes my begging increase and my clit twitch through my underwear.

They keep it up like that until I can't breath or get a sound out. They're not done yet, though.

"Why don't we take this up a notch girls?" Laney says. She runs a single nail slowly over my now swollen clit. My reaction is instantaneous. I squeal and buck harder than I had before as she continues to slowly rake one nail up and down, up and down my clit.

Veronica take the opportunity to suck hard on my breasts and nipples, squeezing and massaging them. I can't help but moan out. The tickling on my clit is agony but combined with my nipples being stimulated and I can’t help but creep closer to orgasm. Before I can, Minnie interrupts them, who I'm learning is not as nice as she seems.

"Hold on now, our little toy is enjoying our torture a little too much. Look at her! She’s about to come."

Laney barks at Veronica. “God Ronnie, control yourself! You’re getting as carried away as she is. What? You a dyke now too?”

This insult enrages Veronica, who redirects her fury at me with renewed ferocity. She stretches the skin of my armpit taut with both hands, then starts to bite the sensitive skin, sending electric shocks through my body. My armpits are on fire and I'd do anything to make the sensation stop.

Laney goes back to my feet, this time nibbling on my toes while her nails mercilessly rake my arches.

Minnie, the sweet devil, produces a small makeup brush to tickle the lips of my pussy while she applies small, fluttering kisses to my clit.

The other girls on the team had been watching silently so far, squeezing their legs together at the sight of my naked, sweat-sheened body bucking and writhing in agony. Now, they could no longer contain themselves, and they swarmed on me.

One girl dug her fingers deep into my ribs, massaging the muscle between each bone. Four other sit around my legs, pinching and kneading the tops, backs, and inner thighs, their nails skittering along the tops and backs of my knees as well. Another girl harasses my ears, tickling and nibbling the ridges, even borrowing a makeup brush from Minnie to tease my inner ear canal.

The final touch comes from a girl who, while I'm screaming hysterically, letting out wails that couldn't be considered laughter anymore, takes a finger and teases the roof of my gaping mouth. It tickles so much, but the assault on all my nerves keeps my mouth ajar.

I can't feel individual fingers anymore. My body burns with a uniform, deathly intense, tickling sensation. My lungs burns, my muscles ache, and my mind detaches from my body, floating somewhere above the scene, looking down at the writhing, naked body below.

I lose complete control of my faculties. A hot stream of urine rushes from me as I cry hysterically, and spraying the girls in front of me. They don't seem to notice, too enthralled with the sensations they were inflicting and the absolute power they had over me. I was no longer a person, just a fleshy doll for these girls to take every bit of their anger and desire out on.

Minnie rips away my panties and lowers her mouth to my clit, sucking hard. Another girl, I’ve low cost how many their are now, grabs a hair brush from Minnie's bag. It has a think, heavy handle, and she forced it into me. I gasped at the feeling of being stretched and filled so completely. She shoves it in and out, fast and hard, hitting a spot inside me that made my entire world dissolve.

"What in God’s name is going on here?!"

As suddenly as it began, it ended.

Our coach barges in sternly with a few boys peeking their head in the door, witnessing the entire, degrading scene before them.

The girls look up at the coach in fear, not saying a word. Finally feeling a fraction of the humiliation and fear they had inflicted on me. I remain unaware of what’s happening around me, lying naked and lifeless on the locker room floor, my mind a perfect, blank void.

"Someone has some explaining to do," the coach says angrily. The boys from the other room file in slowly. Their cocks were hard, straining against their gym shorts from listening outside the door for so long. They massage themselves through the fabric, their gazes flickering from my broken body, to the terrified, half-dressed girls surrounding me.

Who knows what they're thinking. But whatever comes next sure won't be good.

============= Part 2, The boys have their turn=============

[mylimbsarenotmyown]

There is no person behind this blog.

Nothing that could be called a person at least. Here lies a doll, mangled, lifeless, and forced to recount what has happened, and what will happen to it. Each post a self fulfilling prophecy. Watchers in the dark read hungrily, learning the shape of their future crimes. They rest easy, knowing they're only following the script it wrote for them.

[mylimbsarenotmyown]

emdr, but you have to relive all the tickle trauma you endured as a child.

[mylimbsarenotmyown]

newest fantasy of mine. (06/16/2025)

i’m in a d/s relationship. they aren’t into tickling or any of my other kinks. most of our relationship i’m left yearning & unfulfilled. But that doesn’t matter, i’m deep into our d/s dynamic and i do whatever my dom tells me, and they tell me to accept what pleasure they do or don’t give me. Eventually, I do grow resentful of only serving and not having my needs fulfilled and start to misbehave and complain in an effort to get my dom to tickle me. A stark difference from the good little pet i usually am. one morning after cooking breakfast for my dom and getting them dressed, they tell me to bring them my handcuff collar & gag. After the bringing them to the kitchen and putting them on, my dom slips a blindfold over my eyes and says we’re ‘going for a walk.’ wtf does that mean?? with me still nude (as i always am, at their request) my dom opens our apartment door and leads me outside into the hallway. I anxiously stumble along side them but don’t protest, I trust you and there is surely a reasonable explanation for this. as you walk me through the lobby and out onto the street i realize there surely is not. i’m really walking around the downtown streets barefoot & nude. it’s early morning so it’s not as crowded as it could be, but i know there still a few people walking by that can see me, even if i cant see them. my dom leads me down another turn and we come to a stop. he unhooks my handcuffs then raises my arms to hook them on something high above me- so I have to stand on my tiptoes. he takes my blindfold off and i look around to see im in an alley between two buildings . my dom comes up behind me and lightly strokes my armpits. i start giggling immediately. The vulnerability and fear i felt heightening my senses. He glides his hands softly down my tummy then up again to my armpits. he teases me and he rakes his nails slowly up and down and up and down again until my giggles turn to full on laughter. “what’s going on over here?” i hear from the right of me. I turn to see two young men walking towards us. my dom walks up to them and greets them warmly, I can't hear what they are saying.

I look over to see three older men walking up to me. my dom greets them warmly and introduces me. he says they are welcome to join him. “she likes it! don’t you darling?“ I begin to protest through my gag. I when I told him I was an exhibitionist, this is NOT what I meant! The men laugh at my attempts to argue back and approach me with hungry eyes and hard cocks. i don’t think they care if i like it :/. The first man comes up behind me and gropes my ass. I try to turn my head to look for my dom but can't move much in my position. He kneels down to be eye level with my butt and continues kneeding it. I can feel his hot breath on my thighs. Another man kneels down in front of me and starts kissing & nibbling along my inner thigh. lapping up all the wetness flowing down from my cunt. The third, the one who spoke up, also comes behind me, he tugs on my nipples and whispers filth in my ear. "you're a dirty girl aint'cha? going around the street naked, giving up your cunt up to creeps like me" I shake my head and cry out. "No? You don't like this?" "Then why's your pussy so wet?" He moves one of his hands down to my pussy and starts to tease my hole with his fingers while grinding his palm down on my hard t-dick. I can't help but moan out. I don't want to give this stranger the satisfaction, but

======This draft was never finished, and never will be========

[mylimbsarenotmyown]

top fantasy right now is to be kidnapped, preferably by someone I know. I wanna be stripped and stuffed in a trunk and be driven somewhere for hours, wondering what they’re going to do to my naked body. After a couple of hours, I’m taken out of the trunk (or maybe not and left gift-wrapped in there, anticipation becoming the first phase of my torture) and tied up in the back of the car with my legs spread and everything exposed. A gag is placed in my mouth with a little bow on it. Once secured, whoever drove me out here would tickle me a little bit, letting their fingers dance over my ribs, before laughing condescendingly and walking away. Where to? I’d never know.

Another hour goes by, and another pair of hands comes to torture me, for hours upon hours. The car is hot, I’m lightheaded, and the metal from the seatbelt I’m tied up with burns my skin. Eventually they leave and another pair of hands comes to torture me. It’s 2 pairs of hands this time, and with my exhaustion, thirst, and fear that it will never end, their torment is excruciating. I barely laugh, just sob loudly as hands squeeze my sides, thighs, & pits. I even get a finger or two shoved inside me, fingerbanged roughly and quickly until my body betrays me and my legs shake with orgasm. Only for my wetness to be used against me, and I become filled with a strange cock. No lube necessary. I’m pumped in and out. My feet are tickled. My pussy’s tickled while the skin is stretched by cock. I don't even know if the original couple is still here or if this is a new set of strangers taking advantage of me. I never know when it will end.

Turns out a friend of mine who’s low on cash and knows how ticklish I am decided to make a business off of me. He drove me out to the middle of the desert, where no one would find me or hear me scream, and sold my coordinates to buyers who could drive up to torment me any hour of the day, for as long as I live.

Eventually, the business gets popular, with a hundred people having my coordinates, so I have a constant stream of ticklers and rapists coming to violate me. It even gets so popular that people drive up to stream my 24/7 torment on the web. My existence becomes folklore. Conspiracy videos get made about me. About the girl trapped in the middle of the desert, waiting to be fucked and tickled by any lonely virgin who can find the coordinates. This goes on for decades. My popularity wanes. I get a new tickler maybe once a week. They still bring me food and water tho, to keep me alive. How sweet.

As long as there are pent-up virgins with tickle fetishes, there will always be someone in the car with me, to take care of me, to tickle me, to rape me, to use me for the only purpose I’ve known for who knows how long. I can’t imagine a life outside this car, and I don’t want to.