[sadistic-tickler]

A demonstration of how best to hug good little lees so that they know they're adored

She's so delightfully submissive, only lightly defending herself at the end even though you can tell it's killing her. And those little leg kicks, the way she melts into him -- so cute! 🤭

I hope this inspires you to show your lees how much you adore them 💜 * Video is from the studio 'Kochopa@tickle'

[sadistic-tickler]

Softly, softly... unbearably light and endless * 'Little Alina' in 'Too Cruel' by the studio 'Italians Tickling'

[sadistic-tickler]

Too sensitive to have her perfect body worshipped 🤭

but her friend can't resist, and decides to drive her crazy with the most gentle, softly teasing tickles 🌸

* Agata and Lolly in 'Examination and touching Agata' by the studio 'Russian Fetish'

[cj08901]

[thesilestrokerstrikesback]

Love this set up

[city-tickles]

“I feel it coming!”

“That’s how I want you to feel” 😳

[mister-ttt]

Whispery tickles with @theminipotat

I hope you got goosebumps watching this

Yes, YOU 🫵

[sugarsoakertkl]

You’re completely tied up on my massage table. Arms stretched above your head. A hitachi wand dangles from the ceiling. It is positioned perfectly on you. Not turned on yet, though. It’s only allowed to be on while your feet are being tickled. Oh yeah, forgot to mention your feet are also stocked. If you move, your body pushes the hitachi away from that perfect position. That sucks, doesn’t it? If you want to cum, then better learn how to stay still. The choice is yours - and for a split second you think you can stay still. But that fantasy lasts only a split second. Kinda pathetic tbh - but we both know you weren’t holding still, but I commend you for attempting. Now all you can do is watch through squinted eyes as the hitachi swings back and forth as you writhe and scream. It’s so close yet so far. Don’t worry, I’ll bring it back to the perfect spot and hold it there for you. Eventually. 🤭😇

[dontmindlee]

Need sweet and gentle treatment for hours please 🥺

[brn0ut]

Tied to the bed, getting tickled out of her mind, she starts begging me to stop, her laughter breaking into desperate pleas, but I just laugh. She says if I loved her I’d let her go, but I love her so fiercely that I’m giving her exactly what she asked for-every relentless tickle proof of how much I’m committed to her wild, breathless joy.

[lawyerlee]

fuck that’s hot

[pr3ttypunisher]

i know it’s too much, sweetheart. that’s why i’m holding your hips still, so you don’t run from what you begged for.

you just came. hard. your first orgasm leaving you shaking, gasping for air. and now my fingers are still inside you. still moving. pushing you toward a second one that you’re not sure your body can handle.

you trying to squirm away. hips twisting. trying to escape. but my grip is firm. hands on your hips. keeping you exactly where i want you. “where do you think you’re going, baby?”

“it’s too much, i can’t—” your voice breaking. tears already forming. the sensitivity making every curl of my fingers feel electric. overwhelming.

“aww, poor baby. it’s too much?” mocking gently. pumping my fingers. curling them deep. “then why is your pussy taking my fingers so well? why are you so wet, sweetheart?”

you whimpering. no answer. because i’m right. your body is responding even though you’re protesting. “if i pulled my fingers out right now, you’d beg for them back, wouldn’t you?”

pulling them almost all the way out. you gasping. hips chasing my hand without thinking. “see? knew it.” sliding them back in. three fingers. filling you. “such a desperate thing.”

my other hand moving to your breast. pinching your nipple. rolling it between my fingers. you crying out. “please, i just came—” “i know you did, baby. i was there. and now you’re going to cum again.”

thumb finding your clit. rubbing circles. fingers pumping inside you. other hand playing with your nipples. alternating between them. pinching. tugging gently.

“you said you couldn’t cum more than once, remember?” curling my fingers. hitting that spot. “but look at you now. already getting close again. were you lying to me, baby? or are you just that easy?”

you sobbing. shaking your head. “i’m not close—” “oh, you’re not?” stopping all movement. fingers still inside but not moving. hand leaving your breast. “then i guess i’ll stop.”

you whimpering. hips trying to move. to get friction. “that’s what i thought.” starting again. pumping my fingers. rubbing your clit. “poor baby can’t make up her mind. is it too much or do you need more?”

“both… it’s both…” you crying. overstimulated. “aww, that’s so hard for you, isn’t it?” condescending. affectionate yet mocking. “your body wants to cum so bad but it’s all so sensitive. must be so confusing for you, sweetheart.”

bringing my wet fingers from your pussy to your mouth. “open.” you obeying. taking my fingers in. sucking them clean. tasting yourself. “good girl. taste how wet you are. taste how much your body wants this even though you’re crying about it.”

sliding my fingers back inside you. three again. filling you completely. other hand back to your nipples. pinching harder this time. you moaning around my fingers still in your mouth. “look at you. taking my fingers in both holes. such a good little slut for me.”

pulling my fingers from your mouth. using that hand to hold your hip again. keeping you still. the other hand alternating between fucking you and rubbing your clit. you getting closer. building faster than you thought possible.

“please… please i’m so close…” “already? but i thought you couldn’t cum again?” teasing. mocking gently. “i thought it was too much for you, baby.”

curling my fingers. hitting that spot over and over. thumb pressing hard on your clit. “go ahead then. prove yourself wrong. cum for me like the desperate little thing you are.”

you breaking. cumming hard around my fingers. clenching. moaning loudly. crying. me not stopping. keeping the same pace. pushing you right through it. “that’s two. let’s go for three.”

“no! i can’t, not again—” you sobbing now. completely oversensitive. trying desperately to close your legs. to escape. me forcing them open. “you can. and you will.”

both hands on you now. one fucking you relentlessly. fingers pumping fast. curling. the other hand pinching your nipple hard. you crying out. overwhelmed. “poor baby. so sensitive but still so wet for me. your body just doesn’t know when to quit, does it?”

“please, it hurts—” “it doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. you’d use your safeword if it hurt. this is just overstimulating. there’s a difference.” pressing harder on your clit. “and you’re going to take it.”

bringing my hand from your breast to your mouth again. “suck.” you opening. taking my fingers. me fucking your mouth with them while my other hand fucks your pussy. “there you go. keep that mouth busy so you stop whining.”

pumping my fingers faster inside you. rougher now. your third orgasm building impossibly fast. the overstimulation making everything heightened. pulling my fingers from your mouth so you can breathe. so you can moan properly.

“look at you. crying and shaking and still taking my fingers so perfectly. if i told you to beg for more right now, you would, wouldn’t you?”

you shaking your head. “liar.” curling my fingers hard. you gasping. “your pussy is literally dripping on my hand, baby. you’re clenching so tight. you’re about to cum a third time and you still want to pretend you don’t want this?”

pinching your nipple again. hard. the pain mixing with pleasure. you moaning. getting so close. “please… please i need—” “need what? need to cum again? the third time you said was impossible?”

“yes! please let me cum!” you begging now. completely broken down. “aww, there it is. there’s my honest baby.” pumping faster. rubbing your clit frantically. “go ahead, angel. cum for me. show me what a desperate mess you are.”

you tipping over again. cumming so hard you’re almost screaming. shaking. clenching rhythmically. completely wrecked. me finally slowing. gentling. carefully pulling my fingers out.

you collapsing. sobbing. exhausted. me immediately switching. pulling you into my arms. tone completely different now. soft. loving. “shh, sweetheart. you’re okay. you did so well. so so well.”

holding you close. stroking your hair. your back. “you were perfect, baby. absolutely perfect. took everything i gave you.” kissing your forehead. your cheeks. wiping your tears. “such a good girl for me.”

you curling into me. “that was intense…” “i know, baby. but you did it. three times. you were so beautiful and good for me .” continuing to soothe you. praise you. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart. so proud.”

you finally catching your breath. looking up at me. cheeks read, body overstimulated and exhausted. “i didn’t think i could get to 3…” “but you did, baby. your body is amazing. and you trusted me to push you. that means everything.”

[hulloisnotme]

Ggoodsssss reading thiss made me drip sso much

[dontmindlee]

I <3 light sensual tickling

[exotic-xscapade]

Somewhere in hell🔥…

some poor soul being

tickled to infinity and beyond

An eternity spent

suffering pleasurable punishment

Jealous 🤤

[city-tickles]

“Oh, she’s a laugher! She’s a cute laugher!”

[brn0ut]

I find machine tickling to be so cruel—a heartless invention that has zero awareness of your suffering, eradicating all traces of pity or negotiation from the equation. These machines are programmed with a singular, unwavering purpose: to tickle you relentlessly, without deviation or distraction, their mechanical precision honing in on every vulnerable spot with ruthless efficiency.

[tickletoesblog]

This is exactly what I love. It’s so heaters and curl no matter how bad it tickles

[alter-tickle]

tickle interrogation styles

Since it's been on my mind tonight, here's some ways in which a tickle interrogation could go that I could think of!

Which one do you like (or is breaking you) the most?

1. They are clearly having too much fun doing this

the ler's wicked laughs echo around the walls of the interrogation room louder than your own..

they are hyper-fixated on your every struggle, it's like a sick game of cat and mouse to them

will the torture stop even after you hand over the code??

2. When suffering is non-negotiable

before you are even asked a single question, you are immediately treated to tickle hell

gagged & blindfolded, you are not even allowed the chance to give up whatever they are seeking

"mmmfmfmfMFMMFMFM-!!" (I'LL TALK I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST PLEASE STOP)

3. Captured by your arch nemesis

when the interrogator has a personal agenda against you, and understandably so..

"it's time for some sweet sweet payback"

admitting defeat is worse than death itself, you want to knock that damn grin off their face, but is there anything you can realistically do?

4. Pleasure or suffering?

when even feeling good is not in your best interest

that sweet release is long overdue, and it is used as yet another bargaining chip to make you submit

but what if at the end of that climax awaits a ticklish fate many, many times worse?

[filthsville]

Taylors Ticklish Torment

***The following story contains interrogation style full body sexual tickling torture with penetration elements. Discretion is advised to any readers with sensitivity to this subject matter.***

Taylor O'Neill cursed herself as she traipsed across the parking lot back to her office building.

Her black heels clicking on the tarmac before echoing around the empty lobby as she transitions inside and heads to the elevator.

Pressing the button for the top floor before fishing in her bag again, hoping this time to find the keys she realised were missing as she got to her car. She tuts at her failed search as the elevator dings and her heels gently thud on the carpet as she proceeds to the office of the CEO.

Opening the door she pauses as she hears a commotion and muffled voices that quickly fall silent as she enters. Tentatively she crosses the room to her office door that sits ajar, not the way she left it, and peers around the frame to find 3 balaclava clad men staring back at her. She gasps and backs quickly to the door as they run at her, two of them grabbing her 5 foot frame with ease as the third locks the office door and they drag her into her office, closing the door marked "Assistant to CEO".

With her mouth covered by a gloved hand she breaths heavy, her protests muffled as she's manhandled into her chair and held down by string hands behind her.

Her brown eyes look up at the third, wide with fear, as he walks towards her.

"How lucky for us that you returned tonight, you can tell us the combination to the safe, Taylor"

He glares down at her through the balaclava as he addresses her menacingly.

Taylor shakes her head in defiance, the gloved hand removed from her mouth.

"I'll never tell you that! I'm loyal to my employer, have been for years. You think I'll give that up to a couple of mindless thugs?!"

Even through the mask she could tell a smirk had spread across his face and it sent a chill through her body.

She watches as he retrieves a black holdall and produces lengths of rope from within it, tossing one to a captor positioned behind her.

"Tie her wrists behind her head and anchor it to the bottom of the chair"

He commands, as his colleague obeys and secures her wrists as instructed. Her elbows sticking out at the sides as her wrists are tethered.

With the second rope and third rope, the remaining two assailants loop one each behind her stocking clad knees and hoist her legs up, her knees to her chest and tie the ends to the base of the chair also. Her legs flop open as her skirt rides up and her ass moves to the edge of the chair revealing a little white satin thong. Her black heels dangle in mid air, from which her nude stockings glint in the office light and finish at mid thigh.

Her heart races as she's forced into position and she protests loudly in an attempt to alert anyone to her distress.

"NO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

"No one will hear you Taylor, the lone security guard has been taken care of already... We shan't be disturbed and we have ways of loosening those lips"

He finishes with the makeshift bondage and stands opposite his captive as she glares angrily and struggles against the ropes. Her defiance weakening slightly as she realises her position.

"Wh... What are you going do to me...?"

She pleads softly, her voice shaking.

"Oh don't worry, we shan't hurt you... We're not so stupid as to add assault and bodily harm to this growing rap sheet..."

With a look at the others

"Unbutton her blouse"

Without a word the other two set about unbuttoning her white silk blouse and pulling it free from her grey tweed skirt to expose her quivering stomach and a matching white bra to her thong. She whimpers as her face turns red with embarrassment.

With a smirk he pulls some stiff feathers from the black holdall and hands one to each of the masked men who flank her.

"You're going to tell us the combination to the safe Taylor... We have ways that never fail... It's just a matter of time"

With that, she suddenly feels the feathers enter her open blouse and their tips lick at her exposed underarms.

She gasps and quickly purses her lips, gritting her teeth and glaring in a bid to fight the building giggles of the ticklish sensation to no avail.

"Oh... Ohohooonohohoooo pl..please.. pleheheheaseeee nohohottt thahahattt ohhh ooooh"

The giggles spilling from her as she breaks under the feather strokes of her sensitive armpits. At first she feared they might have their way with her in a different way but now her worst fear is coming to fruition. Taylor, for all her corporate toughness, was deathly ticklish and the worst part? It was her secret kink. Well... More than that... She fetishised tickling... Taylor O'Neill loved tickling and her greatest fantasy was the situation, the very real situation, she now found herself in.

"You see Taylor, we know about you, we know you hold the combination and we know what you like"

Her face flushes as her captor speaks, unable to respond coherently through her fit of giggles as her armpits are tickle teased by the feathers tips.

"bu...but... I... Hehehehe nohohoho I... Hahahaha"

"The beauty is we have all night to mercilessly torture you with the thing you love most, so no rush... You just enjoy it and let your body betray you"

He smiles evilly behind the mask as he watches his captive squirm, her legs kicking from the knees down, her heels dangling from her stocking clad feet as she struggles against the torment being met out to her exposed underarms.

As he speaks, she can't deny it's true, she can feel her body already starting to betray her as her temperature rises, her nipples stiffen in her bra and she feels her juices start to flow between her legs. She knows it's only a matter of time before they notice the inevitable wet spot on her thong and she can't stop herself imagining what's still to come. Her mind is filled with images of porn and erotica she's indulged in the past and she feels herself becoming increasingly turned on.

"Pl... pleheheheaseeee nohohottt tihihihickling... I..I.... Hahaha... Cahahan't... ARGHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO"

Suddenly her laughter skyrockets as the free hands of each tickler land on each side of her and start squeezing repeatedly as the feathers dance in her underarms. She struggles harder against the bonds and screams hysterically as the lead looks on with amusement. In her frenzied struggle, she feels her shoes fly from her waggling feet and hit the floor, her toes curled tight as one of her worst spots are further exposed amidst the treatment of her upper body.

"Oh losing your shoes already? Don't worry Taylor we'll get to those ultra ticklish size 4s of yours, we know your toes have quite the effect"

Her blood runs cold as she hears his words through her hysterics and her breathing becomes labored. Finally the tickling of her sides stops but the feathers remain, lingering in her sensitive hollows and twirling back and forth gently.

Her chest heaving as she catches her breath from the sudden onslaught.

"Please...pl..pleaseee you dohohon't have to do thihissss"

She pleads breathlessly.

"Oh are you ready to talk?"

He enquires.

With a purse of her lips and a gentle sob she valiantly shakes her head in defiance.

"I cahann't... I...I..."

"Well gents you heard her... Not quite ready... Let's take it up a notch"

"Wha...what?! No! NO NOHOHOHO ARGHAHAHAHA HEHEHE FUHUHUUCKKK"

No sooner do his words reach her ears, she feels the scribbling of nails in her armpits, five fingers, now free from their gloves, assault her sensitive taught flesh and she explodes with renewed energy, bucking as much as she can, her legs flail, her pussy clenches and a moan of betrayal escapes her lips as her clit twitches against the soft satin fabric of her thong.

"Just tell me the combination and this will all be over Taylor...."

His voice breaking through her laughter.

"6 little digits is all it takes... And you're free..."

"NOHOHOHO I... IIIIII CAHAHAN'T!"

She screams.

As the torture subsides, she gasps for breath and can't fail to feel how wet she's become. She can only hope it doesn't yet show through though she knows she's on borrowed time.

"I admire your fight Taylor, I really do, but we promise you will break"

With a gesture towards her vulnerable feet, the two torturers grasp an ankle each and spider their fingers threateningly inches from her nylon soles.

"No... Please... Not there... I... I can't take it there.... If you know me.... If you really know me... You know...

With nothing more than a nod the spidering fingertips land on her shoes and scribble from her heels to her toes, sweeping and raking her arches unpredictably.

In a heartbeat her arousal escalates to a dizzying height and she screams with laughter tainted moans as she feels her pussy flood with fresh juices that escape from her thong and meander down her ass, soaking the string of her thong. Against her better judgement, but slowly allowing herself to be enveloped in the ticklish pleasure, she moans in approval as her erogenous feet are mercilessly explored.

"uuuurgghhhh uuuurgghhhh hahahaha fuhuhuuckkk mmmmm.... Hehehe YEHEHEHESSSSS mmmm uuuurgghhhh"

Her feet flex against the ticklish assault and her toes curl repeatedly as her body shudders.

The lead captor now kneels with the bag on the floor and admires the horny pussy before him that's soaking its confinement.

"Mmmm I think we're past the point of no return Taylor... You can't deny this pleasure now... Which means we begin phase 2"

Gehe raises his hand and the tickling ceases, her soles tingling with the after effects as she giggles softly, her pussy twitching repeatedly as if calling for attention.

"Ph...Phase twooohooo?" She asks with renewed fear

Her eyes widen as he leans forward and takes a long lick over the soaked satin thong, his tongue flicking over her clit through the fabric that makes her shudder and her eyes roll, her toes curling tight as her captors still keep her feet raised.

"Torturing you with your own orgasm until you give us what we want"

Her heart sank and her fight all but left her. She knew she wouldn't last much longer, this man was hell bent in reducing her into an orgasm greedy tickle slut just to get the combination.

She so desperately wanted to cum, needed to cum but she couldn't allow herself to betray her boss and lose what she had.

"I... Tohold youuu... I can't..." She shakes her head "I can't..."

If they knew her, she thought, then she knew what was coming... They were going to edge her mercilessly until she's consumed with her need to orgasm.

A cold feeling of steel snaps her back to reality from her thoughts as he slips the blade of scissors behind the waistband of thong and snips. Again on the other side and peels it from her soaked pussy. Her juices stringing between her lips and the fabric as it's lifted and pulled from under her exposing everything from her clit to her asshole.

She jumps and bites her lip as he blows cool air across her clit.

"My my... We are wet aren't we Taylor?"

As if in response to his question, she feels fresh juice course from her horny pussy and over her ass which quivers at its path.

"I bet you're desperate to cum by now.... Mm?"

Retrieving a feather from the bag he immediately strokes its length over her clit and her head rolls back with pleasure and a giggle escapes her parted lips as they are drawn into a smile.

"n...no...noooo" she tries to fight the sensation but the electricity coursing through her clit from its stimulation renders her pleas half hearted and she can feel herself melting into the attention.

"Your mouth says no but this pussy just screams yesssss"

With a nod her feet are raised to waiting mouths and her nylon toes are drawn into the balaclavas and immediately engulfed. With a gasp, her back arches and she bites her lip as she feels her toes sucked and nibbled and the room is filled with a mixture of giggles, moans and slurping.

As she dissolves further into sexual bliss, she gasps as she feels lips suddenly lock over her horny clit and begin gently sucking, a tongue rolling back and forth over the sensitive button. Instinctively her toes try to curl in their mouths as she moans loud.

"uuuurgghhhh fuhuhuuckkk yessssssmmmm..."

It's not long before she's fast approaching the edge and her body indicates this to her captors all too soon. As she gets lost in the throes of approaching orgasm, she fails to notice hands approaching her upturned nylon soles.

The nails on her heels hit her like electrocution and she jolts, here head flying up in a panic as the lead captor expertly teases her clit whilst simultaneously beginning to tickle both feet.

His fingers travel with ease, gliding up and down the nylon surface of her super sensitive soles, raking their lengths from heels to the balls.

"argh no.... Nohohoho! NOHOHOHO nohohottt my feheheheeet! ARGHAHAHAHA I wahahahassss sohohoooo clohohoseeee!"

The tickling freezes her at the edge and despite the continued worshipping of her clit and exquisite toe sucking she can't concentrate on it enough to cum.

In an act of sudden desperation she lets her guard down and screams through her laughter.

"278!278!278! ARGHAHAHAHA FUHUHUUCKKK UUUURGGHHHH MMMM OOHOHOH HEHEHE STOHOHOHOPPPP PLEHEHEHEASEEEE STOHOHOHOPPPP"

She immediately regretted her outburst and her faced flushed red as the reality hit her. Looking down at the assailant between her legs, all sensation stops and he smiles malevolently back at her.

"Well done Taylor, we're 50% of the way there already... Now will you give the last 3 digits so easily or do we need to get mean with you again?"

She fills the room with a groan of anger, hating herself for her desperate slip and she struggles against the bonds with renewed energy.

"FUCK YOU! YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT! LET ME GO!"

With a sigh, he retrieves the scissors, slips the blade into her right bra strap and snips through it with ease before doing the same to her left and pulling it free from her body.

Her breasts heave as they're exposed to the air and her nipples can finally grow unconfined to impressive solid lengths that beg for attention.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

She protests loudly as her feet are finally let go and the assailants return to her upper body after being handed 2 large makeup brushes.

"Is that your final answer Taylor?"

She purses her lips and glares in defiance as she breathes hard in readiness for what's to come.

With a nod, a hand lands in each armpit and starts to squeeze hard repeatedly causing her to scream and thrash as much as the bonds allow.

"ARGHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO NOOOOOO HEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA"

Her brown hair flies and sticks to her face as the merciless torture continues, her body beginning to glisten with sweat as she's pushed to breaking point.

Despite her protest, her pussy gushes with the delicious tickle torture of her sensitive underarms and her toes curl tight as her feet flail with her kicks.

To her horror, she suddenly feels nails beginning to take and spider her upturned thighs.

They start from her knees, down her inner thighs and cascade over her ass as her pussy creams fresh juice which is hungrily accepted by a waiting tongue that rims her asshole before it licks up and over her glistening slit and flicks repeatedly over her clit.

"nohohoho arghahahaha hehehe ugh yesss yessssss no! Nonononononono uuuurgghhhh NOHOHOHO I cahann't... I CAHAHAN'T!"

She fights desperately as she's totally overcome. Her armpits tortured, her thighs raked and her pussy edged as a hot wet tongue alternates between teasing her clit and tickling her asshole.

Her breasts heave as she gasps for air, the torture subsiding on her underarms as the hands start to caress her ribs and sides of her boobs, spidering at random which makes her squeal and jump.

"Hehehe nohohottt please nohohottt there... Fuhuhuuckkk I .... Need to.... Cuhuhummmmm"

She pleads, her defenses crumbling.

"3 little digits are all that stand between you and orgasm Taylor..."

His words pour like honey into her ears, she's never felt such an overwhelming sense of desperation to cum, it's beyond her wildest fantasies and she can barely speak with exhaustion.

The feather returns to her clit, it's length stroking up and down before it twirls in her ass making it quiver and tighten and her breathing hitch.

As if that wasn't enough, the makeup brushes are lowered onto her erect nipples and start to spin back and forth which sends her to the moon.

"uuuurgghhhh mmm hehehe ooooh... Ohohooonohohoooo fuhuhuuckkk fuhuhuuckkk ohmygohohodddd"

She wriggles in ticklish bliss as she watches and moans at the sensations. Her feet flex and her toes curl as she's slowly pushed to the edge yet again and her heart races.

"N....nine....mmmmmmmmffffff"

She hears herself say.

The brushes continue their twirling, the feather licks at her clit, her head spinning with pleasure.

"That's it Taylor... 2 more... Come on..."

His voice coaxes.

Her hips try to rotate, jumping back and forth in the chair against nothing.

"Mmmm... Pleaseee.... I need.....mohohoreee"

The feather continues its ultra light tease of her clit as a finger is pushed into her tight soaking pussy and she arches as it's tip grazes her swollen gspot.

"uuuurgghhhh! Yes! Yesss! Right there... Uuuurgghhhh fuck more.... More!"

"2 more digits Taylor..."

"fihihiveeee five five five! Uuuurgghhhh please"

She feels her gspot tickled with a little more pressure and her defenses collapse. Her nipples commute to be exquisitely tortured as she starts to beg, hungry for her orgasm.

"uuuurgghhhh yessss! Yesssss! YESSSS... TICKLE... TICKLE ME... TICKLE MY FEEEET! MY TOHOHOESSSSS MAKE ME CUHUHUMMMMM ARGHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHE"

Her captors immediately oblige as each man by her sides repositions and takes a foot in their grasp and tears open her stockings to reveal the softest, creamiest bare soles. Her toes return to their mouths where they're nibbled and sucked, the sensitive bare pads grazed by their teeth as her soles and arches and spidered mercilessly and she feels her pussy start to contract with impending orgasm. He adds his ring finger to her gspot and stands, starting to thrust his fingers upwards repeatedly as he starts to rub her clit with his free hand.

"FOUR!FOHOHOURRRRR FUHUHUUCKKK FOUUURRRRRR! YES YES YES YESSSSSSS! UUUURGGHHHH UUUURGGHHHH MMMMMMMMFFFFFF"

With a scream she gives up the final number as her orgasm rocks her world and her vision blurs, she feels him finger her harder, his middle and ring fingers pressed firmly into her gspot as he fucks upwards and she floods his hand. Her whole body violently shakes as he continues his movement through her first orgasm and quickly pushes her to her second.

As the pleasure subsides, the tickling returns as all 3 brutally torture her. Her feet are mercilessly raked, her sides and ribs squeezed and her armpits spidered. Her orgasms increasing her sensitivity ten fold and within minutes her vision starts to grey and she accepts unconsciousness.

****

Some hours later, as she slowly regains consciousness, she opens her eyes groggily, the light dim through the fabric of the bag that's over her head. Distant voices drift through the blackness.

"My security team broke her too easily Warden, she gave up the combination to my safe and for that I wish her committed for treatment, you can call me when you feel she's better equipped to resist."

The voice of her boss drifts through the bag and she tries to move but feels the pressure of restraints around her wrists and ankles that hold her securely to the wheelchair.

As she comes to she can see vague shapes, a handshake between her boss and another male who responds.

"You've brought her to the right place, have no fear and safe journey"

She follows her bosses footsteps as they pass her and disappear, the second individual walks around his desk and pinches the bag before slowly removing it.

"Knock knock Taylor"

The bag is removed and her eyes try to adjust to the light, her hair a mess.

"Cathy here will be taking care of you during your incarceration."

Finally her surroundings come into focus and a man dressed in dark jeans and a tweed waistcoat and a woman dressed in the style of a 1950s nurse loom over her grinning malevolently.

"Welcome to the Asylum Miss O'Neill, or should I say, Patient 0015"