Tickled in the Woods (And Taken Without Limits): A BDSM Horror Erotica Story

You make your way through the woods and you wonder at the way the night terrifies you. If you can just get to the lake where the moonlight shines on the water, you’ll be calm. You’ll be calm and you won’t have to worry. The moon will comfort you. Everything will be okay.
Except…
Except someone waits for you at the lake, and this man wants to take from you everything you have. Will you survive when you’re laughing hysterically at the merciless tickling of a maniac?

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit sexual descriptions and very intense disturbing imagery. It includes tickling, bondage, domination, rough sex, ticklee reluctance, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.

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And then you know real fear because his fingertips move up along your legs softly and gently, like every one of the crickets that made the noise that unnerved you earlier is there softly moving up your legs, and you know that it’s going to get worse. That one giggle, that one involuntary response has somehow fascinated this thing, this killer.
And as he moves, you find yourself giggling, and whenever you giggle, he stays wherever he was and applies a little more pressure. You try your hardest not to giggle when he reaches your knee, but you can’t help yourself, and once that happens his fingers dig in, and your whole body shakes as you scream and laugh and giggle, and then you hear something absolutely terrible. You hear a horrible and mis-sounding voice laughing, laughing along with you. You’re his fucking entertainment.
He keeps his fingers moving at your knee, and then he tries your other knee, and then he moves up your thighs and you can’t help but giggle when he gets to your inner thigh. And the giggle, once again, makes him laugh in some kind of a monstrous and sick and terrifying way, but you can’t stop yourself. If you could only stop fucking giggling! If you could only stop fucking giggling, then you wouldn’t have to worry, because he wouldn’t find you amusing anymore and he would stop playing with you, but, for Christ’s sake, what if he just keeps tickling you for-fucking-ever?