OBS: Katie is supposed to be an insert character. Therefore I’ll not describe her – use your imagination. She is that female crush you have, or your gf, or a female celebrity... anyone you want in this situation! Have fun


Her steps echoed in the corridoors of that cursed labyrinth she currently found herself into. The walls, stained by the passage of time, by the humidity and full of cracks, were proof of the precarious state of that abandoned hospital. Katie, the beautiful girl currently in this predicament, could hear the steps of her pursuers in the corridoor behind. Her heart started to race – she couldn’t afford to be caught. God knows what they’ll do to her if they catch her... Desperate, she ran, trying to make as little noise as possible, in hope of reaching the next corner and losing her pursuers. Her boyfriend, Erick, had already been caught half an hour ago, and she would be the next if she didn’t find a place to hide, and quickly!

Turning the corner, she found another long corridoor, with many doors. The steps behind her were approaching. She would never reach the end of the corridoor on time. Therefore, she leaped into the second door to the left, looking for somewhere to hide. She found herself in a room full of stretchers with black bags on them – bags that seemed to contain corpses. Breathing deep, Katie ran to a locker in the corner of the room...

When she passed beside one of the bags, however, a hand grabbed her. Katie screamed, terrified, and tried to get free. The body inside the bag fell down on the floor with a loud thump, and quickly tore down the bag, freeing himself. It was one of the maniacs of that cursed place, bald, with no shirt, with tattoos and what looked like cuts through all his body. Screaming, Katie backtracked, putting some distance between her and him, still facing the man. It was then that she realized she did two mistakes: 1 – The only exit from the room was behind the man who was now getting up 2 – Her screams gave away her position. Other three figures were coming through the door.

All Katie could do was scream more while the figures overwhelmed and grabbed her. A bag was put on her head, and the world went dark. She felt the strange men pulling and pushing her, dragging her to an unknown place. Wherever she was going, Katie doubted it was going to be pleasant. Not on that place. What a stupid idea coming here... But Erick wanted to much, and wouldn’t leave her alone. Now they were both captured, and her imagination terrified her more each instant. What were they going to do with her? What were they already doing with Erick?

Minutes later, the bag was removed from her head, allowing her to breath free again. The sight, however, made her mouth open in terror, and her heart skip a beat. Chains and ropes, bondage tables, racks and all kinds of whips, sticks and torture instruments imaginable. Katie wasn’t even alone in the room – another women was tied down to a table on the corner, two maniacs around her, taking turns burning her with an iron – the kind you use to iron clothes. The marks on the girl’s body were evidence that this was going on for quite some time. When one of the maniacs pressed the iron against her skin, she let out a scream that sent chills down Katie’s spine.

Katie’s heart raced again. They can’t do that, can they? Would they do that with her too? She looked at her captors, panicked, and they laughed cruelly, enjoying her terror. Katie screamed again when she was dragged to one of the tables, struggling in vain to get free. Despite her efforts, Katie was quickly tied down to the table, spead-eagle, stretched to the point she could barely move, extremely vulnerable.

“You can wait right here, sweetie!” Said one of her captors, grabbing her firmly by the cheecks and forcing her to face him. “We’ll be back in just a moment to play withy you! We’re going to call some of our friends – they are tired of your little boyfriend!” Katie screamed, in hope of someone coming to help, but she quickly realized how stupid that hope was.

The maniacs indeed came back soon, with two other friends. They were four now, that gathered around Katie, groping her. “She’s soft!” “There’s been a long time since we had such a good toy” and “She will be behaving very nice in an hour!” were some of the comments. Katie just observed, terrified.

“Maybe we should use the irons too? That one seems to be screaming a lot” Said one of them, pointing to the girl in the other corner. The comment made Katie start to beg. “Nah, I already played with the irons yesterday. Let’s give her some shocks! I’ll go grab the battery” Said another. “How about a classic? Let’s tie her up to that post and whip her until we see the white of her bones!” Interrupted a third one

“Please, let me go, I want to get out!” Begged Katie. The closes maniac hit the table and screamed to Katie’s face “Shut up, whore! You’re our toy now! And we’ll play a lot!” He said, slapping Katie’s leg – not too strong, but enough to be an effective threat. It was enough to leave Katie fearing in silence.

“Idea!” Said the fourth maniac. “How about that thing we were talking about earlier today? She seems like a great guinea pig! And then we can all play together” The suggestion, wathever it was, was met with approval. Excited, her captors positioned themselves around Katie – two on each side of the table, one below, and one above. She was surrounded by all sides. Despite her fear, the girl found courage to ask “W-what are you going to do with me?”

The maniac above her replied with another question. “Are you ticklish, sweetie?” Before Katie could even register the odd question and compute the situation she was into, the two men on each side started their ‘fun’ by tickling her midsection. Katie immediately struggled by reflex against her bonds, but it was in vain – she was firmly immobilized. The laughter soon came, also by reflex. Only then despair hit her, when she realized the situation. The girl contorted in the table, trying in vain to avoid the fingers that played with her skin. Ticklish waves went up her nerves, begging her brain to escape the torment. Unfortunately, this wasn’t possible.

Katie hás always been extremely ticklish since childhood. Erick loves to tickle her and does it frequently, and more than once she was ‘persuaded’ to watch a certain show or do a certain program with him. But she was never tickled like this, tied down, exposed, unable to react. The laughter overwhelmed her.

“PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHSSSEHEHEHEHE STOHOHOHOHOHPPP!!!” She screamed in despair. The answer was her torturer at her feet removing her shoes and starting to tickle her feet as well. The tormented laughter of the girl and her violent struggle against her bonds only increased. That was terrible! A part of her tought that maybe she would rather suffer the iron or the shocks! At least they are short. Intense, but quick. That ticklish torture never stopped, never ceased, it kept going for minutes without end, without pause. It was maddening! “PPLLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHASSSSHEHEHEHEHEHE STOHOHOHOHPP IHIHIHIHI BHEHEHEHEGG YOHOHOHOHOHHOUUHUHU!!” She begged again, but was ignored once more. Her wrists were starting to hurt thanks to her useles attemps to get rid of her bonds.

“What about here” Asked the maniac above her, and even in the middle of the tickling frenzy, Katie felt panick, because she knew what was coming next. She tried to beg, tell him she couldn’take it on that spot – even less on all her spots at the same time – but she didn’t have the energy, the laughter interrupted her speech. Therefore, when the fingers made contact with her extremely sensitive armpits, all she could do was scream in agony and despair. “NHOHOHOHOHOTT THEHEHEHEHEHRHRHRRHEHEHEHEH NOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHHOTTT THTHEHEHEHEHEHEHRHRHRHEEHEHEHEHEH!!!!” She tried to say among her laughter. She didn’t know if she was unable to form the words of if her captors simply didn’t care. Probably the second one.

Katie couldn’t take it anymore. She was too sensitive, and the tickling was too intense. She couldn’t take another second of that. She needed to make that stop! It was then that she realized, horrorized, that she couldn’t remember how. “STOHOHOHPP! PLHEHEHEHEHAHAHASSHEEHEH!! IHIHIH BEHEHEHEGG YOHOHOHUHUHHU!! IHIHIHIH DOHOHOHONN’TT WAHAHAHAHANNTT ANNYHYYMOHOHOHOHORRREEE!! IHIHIH WAHHAHAHANNTT OHOHOHOHOHUUHUHUHUHUTTTT! IHIHIHIH GIHIHIHIHVVEHEHEHE UHUHUHUHPPP!!” She screamed, hoping one of the maniacs would understand. But they didn’t. They just kept going with her torture, making her dance under their tormenting fingers. The attack on her whole body was overwhelming her senses. Katie started to feel breathless, and fatigue on her members. But nothing compared to the ticklishness sensation itself, powerful and uncontrolable.

It was then that she finally remembered. In another situation, she might have pondered about it a bit. She and Erick had promised that, wathever happened, they would hold on to the end. She knew that she would get a chance to escape in some minutes and go back to being chased, and maybe find a way out. But she was too sensitive to tickling. She couldn’t take it anymore. Therefore, without hesitation, without thinking on what Erick would say, Katie screamed “RRHEHEHEHEEHEDD! RREHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEDDD! EHEHENOHHOHOHUHUHUGH! REHEHEHEHEHDDD!!”

The maniacs stopped, with a disappointed expression. They freed her from her bonds, and the maniac at her feet said “Thanks for coming, Mrs. Katie. The use of the safeword means the end of the ride for both you and your partner. Please come back to Agony Haunted Madhouse in the future!” The girl on the corner yawned, finally able to drop the act and go drink a water before the next customers arrived.

Katie could only give them a sad smile – Erick was so anxious to visit this haunted house on this trip, and she had just shut down both her and his ride, less than 40 minutes after the start.

Oh well, Erick would have to forgive her. He knew how ticklish she was...