Tormented by the Tickling Troll (Taken in the Forest by the Merciless Creature): A Supernatural BDSM Horror Erotica Story

Tickle, tickling, supernatural erotica, BDSM, monster sex, rough sex, domination

Tormented by the Tickling Troll (Taken in the Forest by the Merciless Creature)
A Supernatural BDSM Horror Erotica Story

I had no idea how I ended up in the forest but, as I tried to wrap my head around things, I found myself in front of a door. I should never have stepped over that threshold, but I did. There was a creature there, a creature unlike any other, and the creature decided it wanted me. Before I really understood what was happening, I was in a lot of trouble because the creature decided to make sure my ticklish body gave up every single giggle and squealing laugh it could!

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity and includes tickling, domination, rough sex, supernatural and mythical elements, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find such content offensive should read this story.

Here’s a little tickling tease…

His finger extended. It seemed like his arms extended. He reached for me and I tried to swat him away, but he did something I hadn’t expected: a soft caress over my cheek. I was so shocked by the gentle gesture that I stopped trying to fight.
“Well, pretty little girl,” he said in a deep, booming voice. “Looks like you found the right place.”
That scared me again, so I started wriggling around to find a way to get myself free. Again, there was no luck. His fingertips moved down suddenly over my neck, and then they drifted even lower before I really understood what was happening. They were traveling over my sides softly, almost with feather-like softness.
It was strange. I immediately began to laugh, and I wondered why the hell I simultaneously felt an extraordinary burst of arousal. He slithered his fingertips up and down my sides, holding me with that crazy dick of his against the door as his fingers moved, and peal after peal of giggles poured from my mouth.
“You’re going to beg me to fuck you,” he growled.
I tried to say no, to tell him that there wasn’t a chance in hell, but all that came out were laughs.
“You’re going to beg me. You’re going to beg me to fuck you. You’re going to beg me to let you give me your pussy, your ass, your throat. You’re going to beg. You’re going to beg and beg and beg,” he said.
I shook my head and tried to say no again, but I couldn’t manage even a syllable.
His fingers skittered mercilessly, and the strangest thing about it was that he wasn’t even moving them with very much strength …