You go on the deep web hoping to find some tickle shit because let’s be honest most the stuff you find online is either fake, overproduced, or lame as fuck.
So you go on there, hoping you’ll find something better, and after a few dead links and rabbit holes, you find a video of a girl being tickled. You guess that she’s 19, maybe 20. Her wrists and ankles are tied down with rather straps that are then tightened until she’s totally taut. Leather straps around her knees and midsection and neck and forehead to keep her as helpless and immobile as possible. Naked as the day she was born. But whoop, right?
Except this girl is not having any fun. Her face is so fucked up and miserable looking, big boo hoos and eyes as round as dinner plates, with tears and snot pouring down her face, spitting up everywhere and screaming, “STOP! PLEASE JUST FUCKING STOP IM GOING TO FUCKIN DIE PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME OH GOD PLEASE SAVE ME SOMEONE ITS TOO MUCH I CANT TAKE IT PLEASE!”
You can’t see the tickler (or maybe ticklers) but you can see their hands reaching out to grab and gently squeeze her sides until she sobs. The hands look like claws as they hover over her whimpering body and then descend to dig into her ribs. They oil her underarms up and then alternate between softly raking their nails down those deep and creamy pits and roughly drilling their fingers in. There’s another angle of her feet. Oil is dripping off her red and raw feet. A pair of brushes scrub them, moving up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down endlessly. There are electric toothbrushes strapped between her spread toes.
You look at the bottom of the screen. There’s a timer. It read: 47:19:36. And then 47:19:37. 47:19:38. Hours, minutes, and seconds. This girl has been tickled against her will for over two days and they show no sign of stopping. She’s not enjoying it. There is no safe word, no stop time, no consent. You have found a person who has been abducted, restrained, and is now being tortured for no reason except for the pleasure of others who want to hurt her and ruin her.
You know how cruel this is. That soon, her mind or body will give out. That you need to report this. Instead, you go into the comments box–full of sick and depraved fucks who are masturbating and talking about how she doesn’t deserve mercy, she deserves tickled and to be fucked hard. You type in the name, address, and schedule of the nice woman who lives down the street who always smiles at you and wears sandals to show off her feet.
And then, as the girls eyes roll back into her skull and she starts to twitch and her words become incoherent grunts and sobs and yells, you start to masturbate.
