Tickled on the Table (Dominated and Tormented by the Evil Man): A BDSM Erotic Horror Story

You’re there for an interview, but nobody is to be found. You search. You search according to the instructions you’re given, but you can’t find anyone. Someone finds you, though. Someone finds you and, before you know what’s happening, you’re trapped. You’re trapped and you’re bound to a table, and a man intends to torment you and to have you! In this case, tormenting means merciless tickling!

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity and includes tickling, rough sex, BDSM, bondage, rough deepthroat, semen swallowing, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.

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The table keeps moving and before you know it you are upside down with your head hanging toward the ground, hanging from the table. Your bound wrists and your bound ankles support your weight. Nothing else supports you. Nothing lifts up your heart or your spirit. Nothing makes it okay. Nothing supports you. The voice continues. “Your needs will be addressed and you'll either embrace them or be free to refuse them forever.”
Then you hear something.
You hear something and you turn your head in a panic. You can see a drill. You see a drill and it starts spinning. It's about three feet away from you and the bit looks gigantic as though somebody wanted to drill out the hole for a coffee cup holder. You hear a whining sound on the other side. You turn your head there. There's another one.
There are two drills.
There are two and you realize as they spin that all they need to do is move three feet toward you and your head will become the coffee cup holder. The voice says, “To refuse is death. To refuse is to end up with no needs at all.” You hear the ticking of a clock.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...
You don't know what time you have. “What do you need me to say? What? What?” You get no answer and you ask again. “What do I have to say? What?! What?” Blood rushes down to your head.
The voice finally says, “What are your needs?”
“I need to be free of this! I need to be let go let me go!”
Sudden sensations course through your body from your feet. Someone is there standing on the other side of the table. Someone is there. Someone is there with his fingertips moving over the soles of your feet and you involuntarily start laughing, giggling.
But it's just soft.
It's just quiet.
It's barely a whisper.
Yes, it’s barely a whisper, almost nothing, but it's enough to let you know that it could be worse.