Nipple Torture Story

Nipple Torture Story
Upload your creations for people to see, favourite, and share.
Tell the community what’s on your mind.
Share your thoughts, experiences, and stories behind the art.
Upload stories, poems, character descriptions & more.
Sell custom creations to people who love your style.
Find out what other deviants think - about anything at all.
Fund your creativity by creating subscription tiers.
I woke up the next day, still not believing what happened the day before, I just woke up so the thoughts are still faint as I'm still very sleepy. I feel hungry and think I should probably go downstairs to get some breakfast. I go down the stairs and into the kitchen only to be greeted by my sister sitting around the table eating breakfast, but she's not alone??? Ashley is there, smiling and looking at me. I fake that I'm happy Ashley is here and I ask about her being here, Ashley and my sister thought Ashley eating breakfast with us was a good idea so my sister invited her over. We're big fans of the English breakfast so we eat it almost every day, it consists of a few things, including beans and eggs. Ashley had quite a lot of beans and eggs on her plate, and from what I understand that was actually her second plate too. Seems like she's planning heavily for this, I have to try to get out of this. I quickly say I'm not hungry and I hurry up to the bathroom but before I close
I woke up from the sound of my sister and another person laughing outside my room, I got mad and got up to confront them but all that anger went away as I opened the door and found out that it was her friend Ashley. Ashley is 19 years old and has one of the hottest bodies you'll ever see, she's athletic and around 5'7 which is taller than me but I'm into that, and her boobs are not big but also not small, they're kind of mid-sized but they're the PERFECT shape, but her ass is her best feature, she has such a perfectly rounded ass that is accented by her tight shorts. I greeted Ashley and my sister and talked to them a little, turns out they were going to a festival nearby and that's why they were laughing and excited. They excused themselves to go get ready while I got back to my room and started doing my homework that was due. I notice that the sky started to rain like crazy and the weather forecast was saying it was unexpected and would last a couple of hours. I thought nothing
Join the world's largest art community and get personalized art recommendations. Log in Join

Torture Methods That Prolonged Suffering
Spanish Inquisition Tales of Torment
Appalling Types of Medieval Torture
Updated June 21, 2021 4.9m views 13 items
The Spanish Donkey Cut Women In Half During The Inquisition
Foot Binding Existed In China for A Millennium
Photo : Frank and Frances Carpenter Collection / Wikimedia Commons/Public Domain
The Breast Ripper Maimed Unmarried Mothers
The Scold's Bridle Forced Women Into Silence
Throughout history, the ways women have been tortured at the hands of the men who tried to control them will send a shiver down your spine. Women have been tortured to repress their sexuality, silence their tongues, and conform to standards of beauty. Most of all, women have been tortured to break their spirit and to keep them submissive to the men who feared what a liberated woman might mean for their fragile worldviews.
The majority of the methods and devices men created for the purpose of this cruelty were intended to humiliate the female victim. Many of these instruments of torture used on women display an overt sexual-sadism that torture methods used on men simply did not. There are devices below created with the sole purpose of mangling the genitals, and other sexualized body parts, i.e. the breasts, of the woman. Most of these torture methods were abolished centuries ago, however, a few of these barbaric punishments are still practiced today.
Also known as the wooden horse or the chevalet, the Spanish donkey slowly cut a woman in half through her genitals. It was used throughout medieval times and during the Spanish Inquisition, and a similar device was used on Confederate prisoners during the Civil War .
The device consisted of a sharp triangular wedge supported by either two or four legs. The woman would be forced to straddle the pointed end of the device, which was sometimes covered in spikes (as shown in the above photo), so that it could slowly cut into the woman’s crotch. Weights were sometimes added to the victim’s feet to make the triangular edge dig even deeper, eventually cutting into her organs.
Although the Spanish donkey is pretty gruesome, some people thought it was sexy. The BDSM subculture adopted a mild variation of the device, using it like a restraint and spanking bench. The woman partaking in the play lays down on the "horse" face-forward with her arms and legs dangling below, exposing her rear.
Foot binding existed in China for over a thousand years . A “beautification” procedure that left young girls disabled for life, it was considered beautiful for Chinese women of means to have small dainty feet. So, wealthy Chinese families would bind their daughters' feet in order to attract worthy male suitors. The ideal foot length was just three-inches long and referred to as the “golden lotus” ; a “silver lotus” was four-inches long. Everything longer than that was considered an “iron lotus,” and was not an acceptable foot length.
The effect of the tiny foot was achieved by breaking the young girl’s toes and binding them backwards onto the sole of her foot with silk cloth. The girls were then forced to walk on their feet to encourage the continued breaking of the arch. Over time, the cloths were wrapped tighter and tighter until the desired foot length was achieved.
The breast ripper was an appalling device that caused immense pain in its female victims. The instrument consisted of two large pointed prongs that would, as the title suggests, tear into women’s breasts and rip the tissue clean off of the body. Occasionally, the prongs were heated as well. It was meant to mark the bodies of unmarried mothers and women accused of adultery .
The use of the instrument was put to an end during the Middle Ages.
For the medieval man, the easiest way to get his wife to stop constantly nagging him was to put her in a scold’s bridle. "Scold" refers to a woman accused of gossiping, or simply complaining too much. In those times, gossiping was feared to be the work of the Devil.
The first recorded use of the device - an iron mask locked over a woman's head - was in the 16th century. The bridle was an iron mask locked over the head of the woman. Sometimes, spikes would be extended into the mouth and placed over the tongue , making it impossible for the woman to speak without immense pain. However, the torture of the scold’s bridle was primarily psychological; the woman was publicly humiliated as she was paraded through town wearing the bridle, while onlookers cursed and spit at her.

Press ' enter ' or click the to search all of Writing.Com.
Any Genre --------------- Action/Adven Activity Adult Animal Arts Biographical Business Career Children's Comedy Community Computers Contest Contest Entr Crime/Gangst Cultural Dark Death Detective Drama Educational Emotional Entertainmen Environment Erotica Experience Family Fanfiction Fantasy Fashion Finance Folklore Food/Cooking Foreign Friendship Gay/Lesbian Genealogy Ghost Gothic Health History Hobby/Craft Holiday Home/Garden Horror/Scary How-To/Advic Inspirationa Internet/Web Legal Medical Melodrama Men's Military Music Mystery Mythology Nature News Nonsense Occult Opinion Paranormal Parenting Personal Pets Philosophy Political Psychology Reference Regional Relationship Religious Research Reviewing Romance/Love Satire Sci-fi Scientific Self Help Spiritual Sports Steampunk Supernatural Technology Teen Thriller/Sus Tragedy Transportati Travel Tribute War Western Women's Writing Writing.Com Young Adult Any Type ------------- Audio Books CNotes Campfires Crosswords Documents Folders Forums Groups Images In & Outs Interactives Madlibs Members Photo Albums Polls Quizzes Searches Shops Statics Surveys Web Pages
Any Genre --------------- Action/Adven Activity Adult Animal Arts Biographical Business Career Children's Comedy Community Computers Contest Contest Entr Crime/Gangst Cultural Dark Death Detective Drama Educational Emotional Entertainmen Environment Erotica Experience Family Fanfiction Fantasy Fashion Finance Folklore Food/Cooking Foreign Friendship Gay/Lesbian Genealogy Ghost Gothic Health History Hobby/Craft Holiday Home/Garden Horror/Scary How-To/Advic Inspirationa Internet/Web Legal Medical Melodrama Men's Military Music Mystery Mythology Nature News Nonsense Occult Opinion Paranormal Parenting Personal Pets Philosophy Political Psychology Reference Regional Relationship Religious Research Reviewing Romance/Love Satire Sci-fi Scientific Self Help Spiritual Sports Steampunk Supernatural Technology Teen Thriller/Sus Tragedy Transportati Travel Tribute War Western Women's Writing Writing.Com Young Adult Reading Any Type ------------- Audio Books CNotes Campfires Crosswords Documents Folders Forums Groups Images In & Outs Interactives Madlibs Members Photo Albums Polls Quizzes Searches Shops Statics Surveys Web Pages
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1602263-Dr-Tickles-Torture-Dungeon/map/1322
Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Dark · # 1602263
Five young friends find themselves trapped in the carnival funhouse of a demented sadist.
Created: September 23rd, 2009 at 7:41 pm
Modified: July 5th, 2022 at 5:28 pm
This choice: Her tormentors switched to feathers · Go Back...
Shannon struggled again as she was able to catch her breath when the men turned away. It was no good; her bonds were secure, and she was stretched to her limit, which gave her no leverage to try to find some weaknesses.

"Very wise," said Dr. Tickles as he arrived. "A clean patient is a healthy patient. She'll need a thorough cleaning." Two women dressed as nurses flanked him as he walked up. "Ah, yes, the one who tried to keep everyone out... now why would you do a thing like that?" He started tickling her flanks with his fingers, and she twisted desperately to try to avoid them. "Perhaps you could sense your ticklish doom lay within, dear girl?"

"Stop it!" she ordered, though her will wasn't nearly as strong as when she was first strapped down to the rack. Shannon could see the other surrounding her, sensing it was about to get worse. The two that had been tickling her before took their feather dusters and headed towards her feet, while two more grabbed some and began dusting all over her tummy and upper thighs. The nurses each took hold of one of her B-cup sized breasts with one hand and applied an electric toothbrush to her nipples with the other. And Dr. Tickles himself took one of each, using a feather duster for her left armpit and an electric toothbrush for the right one.

It didn't take long for this to burn any remaining assertiveness out of her. Shannon was notoriously ticklish, often on the receiving end of it from her sister. All of this, all at once, quickly overwhelmed her, and she turned bright red with laughter. Any one of these would be awful; her feet were notorious to the point where she wouldn't even wear sandles when Casey was around, and the touches of the duster were absolutely horrible! Her armpits were likewise sensitive to the point where she wouldn't even reach up for things if Casey was nearby, especially because her mom, who seemed a bit of a sadist, would sometimes grab the wrist and keep it up, allowing Casey to get her with both hands in her helpless pit. Apparently everyone like to see Shannon laugh, and was in on the effort to get her to no matter what. Her nipples were a bit of a surprise, as she'd never been tickled there before, and given how much that tiny toothbrush was tickling her there she could have gone the rest of her life without knowing. And, of course, her tummy, a definite bad spot. Sometimes when Casey was feeling real sadistic, she'd kneel on Shannon's arms, pull up her shirt, and dig her fingers into her tummy until she peed. They always said she was too much of a worrier, but the way Shannon saw it, if people were constantly out to get you, there's no such thing as paranoia.

This seemed to be living proof, as she laughed so hard she could barely manage to breathe, the group of expert ticklers pushing her more than anyone else ever had. Her earlier admonishments now turned to pleas for mercy, which only earned laughs from those forcing laughs from her helpless body. In fact, it seemed like every time she uttered a cry for mercy, they tickled her all the more. Eventually, despite her struggles, the poor girl passed out in her restraints.
Where will this interactive story go?
© Copyright 2022. All rights reserved.
Kuddles has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1602263-Dr-Tickles-Torture-Dungeon/map/1322
Need help?

Get Started

F.A.Q.
Writing.Com 101
Please post questions in our support forum .
Copyright 2000 - 2022 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.

Generated in 0.46 seconds at 5:43pm on Jul 09, 2022 via server web1.

Gallery
IAM
Zine
Wiki
Ask
411
Store

All

Piercing

Tattoos

Scarification

Culture

Ritual

Surgical

Hard

All >

Hard >

BME/HARD Bonus Galleries >

BME/HARD Fiction Stories (story) >

nipple fire

0 / 1,384,231

0 / 10,230

937 / 54,916

I have been in the slave lifestyle for 3 years. I have done things so extreme most dare not think about. Those that have heard of my experiences wish they could forget. It is impossible to unimagined something. They can only hope they manage to forget. My master loves inflicting pain and much to his pleasure I am more than willing to accept it. We push back boundaries every day. The scars I ware proudly tell much of my stories. I can only hope to add some of the emotions I encountered, the adrenalin and excitement of the moment. Things in which I have done have only created new questions of the possibilities that lie ahead.
Part one: total destruction of nipple.

The abuse a nipple can recover from is more than amazing. I have sliced pierced bit and burned them. My favorite was the burning. It took many attempts before destroying my nipple into the wonderful little scar that is left behind. My nipple was pierced 4 times making a gorgeous set of balls circling my nipple. My first time experiencing burning was with a cigarette. My stomach would twist a little and my heart raced as the cherry touched the tips. I gradually was able to let mast hold it there for longer periods of time. I eventually got to the point it wasn’t enough and we moved on to candles. I came up with the idea of play piercing my nipples and clit. First we play pierced my points of interest and Master would hold the flame to the needle till they glowed red and pull them through my skin. Oh my god this some intense pleasure pain. One great advantage was virtually no blood since the hole was cauterized by the needle.

I got the point my nipples were so hard and full of scar tissue. I had found this small torch online it ran on butane. I ordered for mast. It seemed like it wasn’t ever going to arrive. Finally one day the small brown box was in with the mail. I was so excited and couldn’t wait for master to arrive home from work. I txt him and let him know it was here. I was waiting naked when he came through the door. He quickly got ready. He tied my tits off so tight they began to turn purple. He tied my hand and legs so I couldn’t move. He clicked the torch and it sprung to life in an angry little hiss with a purple flame to it. He made a pass over my left nipple it was quick but I felt like I was electrocuted as pain shot through my nipple. Redness quickly appeared and it was beginning to blister. Mast made another pass. They pain was some of the most intense. I screamed out, tears streamed down my cheeks.

Master looked in my eyes. We have this look we can read each other’s thoughts. I nodded to him. This is it I thought to myself. He clicked the torch back to life and this time he slowly burned all around my nipple and areola. He made circles around it in order to burn it even. I tugged at the ropes the pain was so intense and slowly the pain became less and I could smell the burning flesh. I began to control my breathing. The pain was still intense but I was watching my skin actually burn. I was amazed that there was a flame coming off my nipple it was on fire at this point. My stomach twisted in knots. My nipple was burnt and ruined this time. He stopped and smoke rose up from butchered tit. I could tell my tit was burned deep inside that heat had to go somewhere. My whole breast was dark purple with a crispy black nipple. Part of tip was ashes and starting to come off. Master poured ice water over my breast. This I believe may have hurt worse than the burning. My steal nipple rings sizzled from the water.

My head was spinning. I wondered if I crossed the line finally. Master untied me. A paced the floor taking deep breaths. Master enjoys watching me do this. I finally stopped walked to master. He pinched my nipple and it crumbled to black dust my nipple ring fell to the floor. I wasn’t expecting that I almost fainted. I caught myself going down. I sat Indian style on the floor finally i grabbed my breast and began to pick away the burned part. My entire areola came off. When I was finished picking there was a bloody, oozy pit about ½ inches deep. It was quite painful for weeks following I would literally squeeze my breast milking the infection out of it. I healed so slow and finally had this bubble of pink scar tissue.

The only regret I have is master won’t do the other nipple yet.

submitted by: KINGOFHEARTS on: 23 Jan. 2011 in

Xxx Free Por
Mommy Eats My Pussy
Porn Transexuals

Nipple Torture Story

Report Page