Tickled in Bondage by the Hitman (Tormented by a Merciless Tickler): A BDSM Horror Erotica Story

You’ve just stopped at the old hotel and you want to sleep and get back on the road as quickly as possible, but there’s a killer with different plans. He thinks you’re someone else, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get information you don’t even have to give him. How can you handle the ticklish torment, and how can you reconcile the desires it creates in you?

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

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You try to form words but you can’t. You try to respond but your mouth has clamped shut as you lay there, exposed. You feel the cord binding your wrists and you feel it intently but you can’t say anything as desperately as you want to. He stands and walks toward you and you feel a sudden desperate urgency to flee but a simultaneous urgency between your legs, an urgency that makes no sense whatsoever and fills you with shame. His hand descends and you’re so frightened you can’t even flinch as his fingertips touch the top of your foot right beneath your middle toe.
The touch is terrifying.
He walks slowly and his fingertip trails along the top of your foot and then up your shin to your knee where he stops and runs his finger in a circle around your kneecap. “Don’t you want to ask me for it?” He asks the question softly and you desperately want to ask him for it but you don’t know what the hell it is you’re supposed to ask for and that finger moving around your kneecap is terrifying and he begins moving it a little as he circles your knee, zig zagging softly back and forth.
You try to keep it from happening but you nervously giggle.
“Ask me for it.”
You still can’t speak and his other fingers join the first, scampering lightly around your knee and bringing involuntary giggles. They flutter around your knee and you feel tickled but in a dreadfully frightening way. He’s almost done nothing! At any moment he could press those fingers in and the sensations he could cause would change your giggles into shrieking laughter but he doesn’t! He just keeps moving them around you like a line of ants! It makes no fucking sense at all but your giggling grows with every imaginary step of a line of ants. God! It feels so fucking real. You stare at his fingers and you can almost see the damned insects, two dozen sets of six legs crawling over your skin and making the giggles impossible to control.
And then his hand is up. He stares at you and you see murder in his eyes.
“Fucking ask me for it!” he says sharply and you gasp from the sudden violence in his voice. It feels like your heart stops. The giggling stops and you tremble but your nipples and your clit respond with sudden swelling you can’t explain.
“I don’t know what I want,” you whimper.
He smiles and if a smile containing more evil has ever been smiled, you can’t imagine it. His eyes narrow as he says, “Mercy.”