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Jigsaw Tickle Trap (all versions)
🕑 Added 2021-10-30 17:44:34 +0000 UTCWithout speech bubble, without Jigsaw on the tv, without harness. ❤️
This year for Halloween my friend Darthflufy and I made a collaboration with a drawing done by me along with a story written by him.
You can check out his post of the story and his blog: Here.
Or read the story here below.
TRIGGER WARNING: Horror, Noncon.
If you don't like horror or scare easily then please don't read this story.
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There are few who venture into the abandoned shipping yard. The old docks and steel warehouses held themselves high with cold metal spines, radiating with malice. Of course, teenagers and drunks found simple pleasure in exploring their iron bones, their footsteps echoing in their ears as the cold and damp clung to their chests.
Simple thrills…
But there is something more there, something lurking deep within warehouse 13. Down the stone stairs, you’ll find deep in the belly of the basement a cruel and certainly unusual punishment.
Two women, both have been taken from their homes, stripped of their dignity they shiver while they writhe in the darkness. Their bodies were lovingly strapped up with rope, their heads covered in dark hoods while their lips tasted cloth.
The first; Annika; is dragged away. They both scream behind their gags as their new host makes it very clear that their begging and crying will be lost within the walls. Ronja feels the heat of her friend fade away as the sound of heavy footsteps replaces her screams. A loud metal shriek pierces her chest as a heavy door seals her in the room. Crying and whimpering Ronja desperately tries to squirm away, her struggles make it very clear that she is not going anywhere and at that thought her heart sinks into her stomach.
But the door opens again
The sudden noise makes her yelp out, earning a chuckle from her host. She feels their hands caress her, tugging at her bonds and pinching her flesh. She desperately tries to thrash but feels their knees press to her waist. She began to cry.
Suddenly Ronja is hoisted onto their shoulders. Her body flops around as she desperately tries to wriggle out of their grasp. She is taken out of the room and into the main chamber, she could feel her ankles being strapped into braces then yanked up, leaving her dangling upside down. Her scream causes her to shake the chains as she feels her legs being slowly spread apart. She is left in a 'Y' shape, her skin adorned with straps and buckles while her bare pussy lay exposed.
And then there is light
Her hood is torn from her face, letting her breathe, now she could see the full form of the machine. Her best friend is strapped into some strange device. Many whirring parts and intricate metal tools graze her skin. Annika is desperately holding onto some kind of rope, it holds a large weight over some mechanism. Ronja stared in horror and confusion at the strange contraption.
She could see a looming figure approach Annika, a pigheaded man of large form. He holds his hand over her mouth and whispers something into her ear, his arm grips her waist as she thrashes and begs through her gag. Tears well in her eyes as he slips off her gag. As he makes his way to the control panel she quickly pleads through heavy breathing.
"Please! please don’t do thi-"
The sudden whirring of the machine coming to life chills her to the bone, the wheels and cogs began to turn as her body is assaulted by ticklish strokes and cruel vibrating tools.
And she screams
The sound pierces Ronja’s heart, she saw her friend being tortured in front of her. She couldn’t understand why this is being done to them. Annika almost let go of the rope, causing a panicked shriek and desperate crying.
Then Ronja felt him
He moves behind her and starts to caress her midriff, the gentle strokes were maddening. She shivers as he slowly caresses her bare flesh.
He grabs her chin and forces her to look at the screen, his fingers press into her cheek.
"Hello Ronja, I want to play a game…"
He rubs his hand down her thigh, his fingers cause her to muffle out a helpless moan.
"What you are looking at is your best friend Annika, she is in a device of my own making, a machine designed to force her through waves of ticklish torment and sexual torture."
Ronja feels her head being turned toward the pole that holds Annika in place. It is a thick metal pole forced into her pussy, the metallic shaft drips with fluid as it vibrates inside her. The cuffs on her ankles hold her firmly in place, forcing her to stay locked onto the vibrator.
“Watch her. See how she is forced into pleasure over and over again. Just imagine…”
His hand slips over her pussy, his fingers barely trace the lips. Ronja screams out through her gag, her tears dripping down her face as she feels his fingers slip inside. She feels her body betray her as she almost moans through her crying.
“See that rope? Once she lets go the weight will trigger the rest of my machine. The rotating brushes start to dig into her tender hips and sides. All those bristles, exploring so much of her helpless skin while she can’t move an inch…”
Ronja felt her fear, she knows that this is the stuff of nightmares for her suffering friend. Her thought is interrupted by his fingers slipping out and rubbing around her clit. Her body shudders in response as she desperately tries to thrash away.
“That’s not all. See that roller behind her knees? That’ll also start up, brushing behind her sensitive legs and thighs…”
She could feel his fingers being replaced with something cold. Something with rubber?
“And that harness around her chest? That has lovely little vibrators…”
She hears a click before her pussy felt an electric jolt. As she is vibed she gives in and starts to moan. The violating pleasure made her weep as she felt her body give in.
“And they’re all crowded around her delicate nipples, a favourite spot of hers I believe.”
At this point, she is struggling to focus. She no longer cares about freedom, her friend, or even her safety. She just needs to cum. As she approaches climax he suddenly pulls away, causing her to violently shake and scream at him. Eventually, she settles into crying again.
He leans down and speaks to her.
“Oh, you’re not getting off that easy…”
She grunts at him but her body still shakes.
“See the reason you two are here in the first place is very much related to your punishment…”
He starts to rub her pussy again, her sigh was so loud it almost drowns out Annika’s screams.
“I know what you two did, I know that you spent your nights on those forums. You mocked and teased those with this fetish, cruel jokes and hurtful words aren’t worth this punishment alone…”
He slips his fingers in, rubbing her clit with his thumb while his fingers curl inside.
“See, I know about the blackmail. I know that you took those videos, pictures, and chats. I know that you threatened to send them to loved ones, coworkers, and families.”
She moans as he speaks, the drool trails over her face as she feels her body lose itself again.
“So I think the most appropriate punishment is this”
She feels the vibrator on her again, the sudden change forces her to arch her back as he whispers into her ear.
“I’m going to keep you two here. In this deep dark room where no one will find you. I’m going to tickle you, edge you, and force you to enjoy the very thing you mocked.”
As he brings her closer to orgasm she desperately begs to cum, the tears in her eyes sparkle as she looks for any sense of hope. Her pathetic pleading only makes him laugh as he pulls the vibrator away leaving her in agony.
Let’s hope for their sake they start to enjoy it, otherwise, they’re in for a long night...
