The Merciless Demon Tickler (Foot Torment at the Hands of a Devil!): A BDSM Horror Erotica Story

I was a fake medium. That’s what I did. Who in the world could have predicted that my attempts to make my performances seem more realistic would lead me to actually summon a real demon? That’s what happened, though, and he showed up at the worst possible time: when my boyfriend and I were getting intimate, and I was already naked and bound at the wrists and ankles. The evil monster had plans for me, and that included endlessly tickling my feet and toes. Worst of all, I had no idea if the torment would ever end!

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

Here’s a little tickling tease:

It was odd to be so shocked that I didn’t even consider that my ritual had been successful, just the terrible thing I’d just witnessed. The demon looked at me, and my tears disappeared in absolute fear as he said, “Save you? What the hell makes you think I’d save you? He was a threat to me, not you. You’re going to obey me, not him.”
Somehow, through my horror, I managed to say, “Never!”
“Oh, you’ll obey me, all right,” he said, and his eyes flashed red. They didn’t metaphorically flash red; they were actually red, and I stared up at him in utter shock and tried to pull my feet away from the bonds, and I tried to pull my wrists up, but the ropes held firm and I just stared in absolute terror. He stepped forward.
“Don’t hurt me!” I said.
He smiled evilly and said, “Hurt you? I’m going to make you laugh.”
And then, before I even understood what was happening, his hands darted forward. That close, I could see the blood on his lips, but he was reaching for me and I wasn’t focused on anything at that point but my own safety. He smiled a sinful, bloody smile, and his fingers started scribbling up and down the soles of my feet. I cried out in shock and found myself laughing, and it was so damn strange to laugh while I was simultaneously terrified, but he ignored anything that I did anyway and simply moved his fingers up and down on top of me and over me.
He moved them with what seemed like supernatural speed as I laughed, and I found myself begging, “Please! Please stop! I’ll do whatever you want! Please!”