Tickle Torture - A Crazy Dream
Last night I had a crazy dream, one that was just too incredible to be real. It was one that made you think whether it actually happened or not but in the back of your mind there is no way possible.

I had invited a few friends to stay the weekend and even though there was nothing out of the ordinary with that, these friends were really sexy chicks even though I was just a normal babe with no features that stood out enough to catch the horny guys like they could.

Last night we'd had a few too many drinks and we ended up in bed earlier than what we had anticipated. The night was really bizarre considering we'd thought we had drunk less than we would normally drink.

It was a really eerie night and the doorbell rang. Being my apartment I opened the door and found a guy dressed in one of those Halloween masks. He stood their looking at me for several moments and for some reason I appeared to be speechless and didn't even flinch when he covered my face in a cloth filled with chloroform which knocked me out for several hours.

When I finally woke, I felt really groggy and I just wasn't sure where I was. Having a blindfold covering my eyes didn't help either, but for some reason I knew I was somewhere where it was damp. It smelt really odd, it could have been in a basement or a cellar of some description but with the smell of chloroform still lingering in my nasal passages it made it even harder to tell where I was.

I tried desperately to move my hands but whomever my captors were they made sure I wasn't going to get away in a hurry. My hands appeared to be bound with some sort of leather straps and my arms were above my head. When I tried to move my legs, I couldn't and realised that they were bound too.

I almost felt like I was a star on show for everyone and I had this awful feeling that I was totally naked. My legs felt like they had been bound at my feet and my knees because I couldn't move at all. I was securely bound and I couldn't do anything about it.

Screams echoed around me, it took me a few moments to realise that those screams were coming from me. I cried out loud hoping someone could hear me pleading with them to let me go. I struggled in a hope to try and free myself but I was bound too tight and it was then that I heard a door creak open….

"Who are you??? What do you want with me?" I begged to know…

"The best thing you can do is save your energy," the voice next to me said. "You will need as much energy as possible for what I have planned for you!"

For a moment there was silence. I knew he was there, listening to me breathing and in my mind I was sure he could hear everything I was thinking. I could feel the tears welling up inside… I had no idea what was going to happen to me… and for some reason I just wanted to get it over and done with.

When he told me that I'd be back home with my friends very soon without a scratch on me I wondered what the hell he was going to do to me…

It was then that I felt it. He walked up behind me and began to tickle me with what appeared to be a feather. The mystery guy had one in each hand and he was tickling my armpits. I tried not to laugh and not to move as he continued his attacked.

I pleaded with him not to do it because it tickled and all he did was laugh out loud. He was having a ball of a time as he continued unrelenting for what appeared to be at least 3 minutes.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. With tears streaming down my face I laughed so hard my insides hurt.

"Aahhhhhhhhhhhh,heeeeheeeehahahahahahahaha!"

The harder I laughed the harder it was for me to escape the feathers. I couldn't budge as he continued to tickle me up and down my arms and in my armpits over and over again.

I fought all I could to escape my tickle torture but he wouldn't stop…

Finally after about 10 minutes he stopped. I tried to take a few deep breaths and just as I was about ask if he had finished when he attacked my ribs. He dug his fingers in deep until I couldn't control myself. I laughed and laughed and I felt like I was about to piss my pants if he didn't stop soon.

He caught me unawares often during his tickle torture session and I just couldn't handle it any longer…. My laughter echoed around me as if it felt like a bubble had burst inside of me. "Eeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahaaaaahaaaaaahaaaahaaaahaahaahahahaha!!"

He continued up and down my belly and my sides making sure not to miss one inch of sensitive flesh and he didn't linger long in one spot before he found another to torture.

Letting me rest for a few moments I thought perhaps my captor had gone and left me, but before I had a chance to take another breath he was at my feet and I couldn't move. I couldn't pull them from him; I was helpless and couldn't escape his torment.

The feeling on my feet felt strange and it was then that I realised he had slipped nylon ankle stockings over my feet and he was running his fingers up and down the soles. The feeling was incredible but soon his gentle touches and tickles turned into an all out toe curling laughter.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaaaahaaahaaahaahaahaahahahahahahahahaha."

I was starting to get tired and wondered how long this torment was going to last. I feared that I would pass out from the lack of air getting into my lungs or from sheer exhaustion if he didn't stop soon…

He kept tickling my feet with his fingers and I just couldn't hold back. Not only did he get a full on belly laugh he finally managed to make me piss myself. I just couldn't hold on any longer and I felt so embarrassed… but he never said a word as he finally walked out of the room giggling to himself as he went.

Later that night I woke with a start….

I had been holding my drink in my hand when I passed out and had spilt the remains in my lap. The drink had oozed down into my panties making me think that I had pissed my pants…

Cheeky