When a woman rolls her fingers over my helpless armpits, a very complex feeling runs all over my body that makes every muscle and nerve contract, produces goosebumps, and emotions of helplessness and desolation invade my mind. When my arm tries to contract as a natural reflect of the ticklish stimulation, but it can't contract because it is restrained, and the armpit is still exposed, and her fingers keep moving over my armpits, with no remorse, knowing that they have all the time in the world, and there is nothing I can do to stop them, the horror of the unexpected inundates me, fear of not being on control, or being totally out of control, and what is she going to to with me. I am a sexual object for her. I am her toy. Then she makes me suck her tits, while she tickles my body with the other hand, and I can't deal with the conflicting emotions. She kiss my body and sucks my nipples, and gets on top of me, and fucks me, then gives me a handjob, and then she tickle torture me again. And I hear her laughing, enjoying my suffering, while I am fighting to breath, and all I can wonder is: Will I survive this?
