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A trapped superhero… a powerless moment… and a feather that knows no mercy.
In this hypnotic ASMR experience, you’ll find yourself bound within a dreamlike trance — powerless to resist as the sensations take over. Let yourself fall into the fantasy and see how long you can endure the tickling torment before surrendering completely.
This is Superhero Misadventures 8 – Tickle Torture, a guided hypnosis and immersive tickle fantasy session designed to blend deep trance hypnosis, superhero roleplay, and hypnotic ASMR into one vivid experience.
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This file is going to go on for quite a while
Should you need to wake up at any time
For any reason
Simply take a deep breath
And count from 1
Up to three
And allow yourself to awaken.
And if you are interested,
or would simply like to support my work,
there is a longer…
more in depth version of this trance
Available on my patreon page,
Link is in the description.
But for now
Just allow yourself to get
Into a comfortable position
A place where you can simply
Focus on my words
And allow yourself to relax.
Where you can just let your mind
And your body
Just
Sink
Sink
Sink
Deeper and deeper
Down into a nice
Comfortable state of trance
Feel your thoughts just getting fuzzy
And drifting away
Feel your body loosening
And relaxing
Letting everything just slip
And sink away
Like a fog washing over your mind
Your thoughts just start to disappear
Start to simply go blank
It’s a nice tingling feeling
A fuzziness that just
Drifts through your body
More and more deeply.
As everything starts to fade away
You realize so easily now that…
Your mind is gone…
Everything faded away
And drifting in the void.
And as you just let yourself
Float in the void
The real world fading into the fog
Allow a new world to take its place
Allow a new person
A new you to take it’s place.
In this world you are a super hero…
Maybe you’ve imagined yourself being one before
Or maybe it’s the very first time.
Either is just fine…
Take a moment to imagine…
To realize what your powers are…
Maybe your super strong…
Or super fast…
Able to fire energy from your body
Or read minds…
Or manipulate the thoughts of others….
Or maybe you are simply
Extremely skilled at one more tasks tasks
It’s such a fun little fantasy to imagine
What you might be
As a super hero.
Just let yourself become acquainted with those powers
With those abilities
You can feel yourself trying them out.
Experience how it makes you feel to use them.
How familiar they feel… as if this was an ability you had
All along.
And now that you have your powers sorted out…
There is one thing that is always iconic…
For a super hero… a uniform…
Just allow the uniform to form around your body
Feel it along your skin..
The materials used to make the outfit.
The way it moves with you…
Is it form fitting and stretchy
Or bulky, strong and protective.
Does it reveal your toned superhero body…
Or does it protect it from the outside world
Like a suit of armor.
There is no wrong answer…
Only the answer that is right for you.
But now that you have your powers…
And your uniform sorted
Just allow yourself to imagine
To fantasize
About what it would feel like to use your powers
To stop a villain…
Or to save a person from a disaster or accident
To use your strength for the good of others
And the fame and recognition that comes with it.
Power can be a bit…
Intoxicating don’t you think?
And it’s alright to imagine how you might
Misuse your power… or simply use it for your own benefit
When you are hidden away.
It’s ok to indulge in that fantasy too…
I know I do… quiet often…
But as you finish your persona…
You are called away….
A villain has decided to hatch a scheme.
At the local power plant..
And energy vortexes are pouring out of the power plant.
You need to stop him…
And of course… your more then capable of doing so.
You make your way to the power plant
As quickly as you can.
Using your powers to make your way through
Any obstacles… that is in your way
To subdue the villains henchmen
one … by… one…
Until you finally make your way
To the core of the power plant.
Energy swirling around the main reactor
And the villain sitting stereotypically over the reactor
On a catwalk that seems to have been
Installed for the sole purpose of dramatic effect.
He goes into his usual expected monologue
How he was expecting you,
And how even with your great powers you won’t be able to stop him.
It’s all so cliche… and expected…
But yet on some level it just seems to add
To the experience.
You feel yourself standing calmly and confidently
Deflecting the monologue with a witty and noble
One liner reply.
And then you go to make you move
You’re going to stop him…
Going to shut down the reactor
And whatever other insane plans he has cooked up
But as you do you see the villain’s face contrast into a smile
And a small beep comes from a computer to your right
You crossed a trip wire.
Before you can think about it
Before you can react to it
Even with you great skill and speed
A bolt of energy from the reactor hits you in the chest
And the world becomes tingly
And bright
And then all of a sudden…
You are in a medieval town….
Dead center in the middle of town
With all of the people looking at you
But they all seem to be…
Angry at you
As you look around you notice knights and armed guards
All of them strangely attractive…
Like a fantasy…
Male and female, whichever you think
would be in your fantasy
As guards
But they are all carrying the banner… of the villain.
Whether you have been sent back in time…
Or another dimension…
Or a pocket reality made just for you…
You don’t know… but your first task is to escape.
As the guards close in you rise to your feet with a smile
And go to use your powers…
Only to discover…
You don’t have any…
They simply don’t seem to work
It’s like they weren’t transported with you…
Distracted by your current state of helplessness
The guards are able to close in closer to you
With your skills and your powers failing you
They quickly start to grab you and try to restrain you
But your a super hero…
Powers and abilities or not…
Your going to put up a struggle
So you start to fight back
A punch here
A kick here…
The sound effects coming through perfectly
Even in this realm
You push one of the guards down
And watch as he hits the ground
And looks up at you with a devious smile
It’s the villain…
The one from the power plant
You look down at him confused
About to ask him what he did
Where you are…
And then you feel a thump
On the back of your head…
The world instantly starts to spin
Everything starts to get fuzzy
You feel your body start to become
Heavier
And tired
Your arms fall to your sides
Your face loses its expression
You feel your jaw open slightly
You manage to turn around
And see one of the guards holding a large
Wooden stick
You realize they must have hit you in the head
All the replies
All the one liners that you usually have
Just seem to be lost…
Faded away
And all the seems to come out is…
“That wasn’t nice”
Before you feel your eyes
Rolling up into your head
And your body just give out
Your knees buckle
And your head falls back
A gentle sigh slips out of your lips
As you feel yourself
Fall
Fall
Fall
But you never notice yourself hit the ground
You just seem to appear there…
You feel your body
Being lifted up off the ground
And carried…
Your eyes open just a bit
To see the sun above you
And to get the impression you are being carried
To the town square
You feel your body being lowed down… a bench beneath your butt…
Your legs being extended out
And gently spread..
And then something being locked
Around your ankles
Likewise you feel your arms being extended up
Over your head
And something hard and wooden
Locked around your wrists
You feel yourself being let go
Supported by the bench and the items around your wrists and your ankles
As you slowly start to come too…
You try to move only to realize
You can’t
You spread out
On your back
In an X shape…
Your wrists and your ankles
Are locked in wooden stocks
In the middle of the town square
As you try to move
Try to free yourself
You notice the villain step up
On the other side of the stocks holding your feet
You can’t help but look at them and spit out angry
Aggressive complaints
Your normal demeanor and one liners
Failing.
But the villain doesn’t say a word
He simply holds up…
A feather…
And as you watch confused
Lowers it down
To slowly
Gently
Slide the tip of the feather over your foot
You realize that your boots
Are gone… .
You realize a lot of your uniform might be gone
Maybe even all of it.
But that thought is quickly overshadowed
By the tingling tickle
Of the feather along your feet.
Your body instantly jerks
And you start to laugh
Pulling and twisting against the stocks
But your no match for the thick wooden boards
You twist and pull
But it does nothing…
Your stuck as you start ot laugh violently out loud
Your stomach shacking as you gasp for air from the laughter
Another person appears next to the villain
And starts to tickle your other foot
With a feather.
You can’t help but laugh,
Struggling to stop
Trying to keep your mouth shut
Trying to think about anything else
Anywhere else
Your eyes slammed shut…
And then you feel a shadow
Over you
And open your eyes to see another person
Start to tickle your armpit
With a feather
Laughing and shaking violently
As another appears on the other side
And tickles that arm pit
Your body starts to shake and shudder
Struggling to break free
As a final person appears
Nearly your hips
And slides a feather
Ever so slowly
Along your waist line.
That tickling spot between your navel
And your groin
You feel your stomach pull in tightly as you laugh,
Gasping for air between laughter
You realize…
You're stuck…
Feel the feathers along your body
Along your feet
Sliding up from the heel
Along the soul
Slowly moving left
And right
As the very tip of the feather
Tickles your feet
Slowly moving higher
And higher
Wiggling between your toes
And back down
You feel your feet
Clench
Curling up your toes
But it’s no use
The laughter pours from your body
Your legs and feet
Struggle and wiggle
But your in the stocks
And your not going anywhere.
You feel a feather along your arm pits
Slowly wiggling up
And down
Your arms and shoulders tense
And pull
Struggling with your torso to break free
But nothing you do does any good
And finally that single feather
Along your waist
Sliding from the left
Wiggling the tip of the feather along your stomach
As it moves slowly to the right…
And then back…
Leaving your body laughing
Your stomach twitching
Gasping for air…
Arms and legs pulling
And struggling…
Helplessly.
Your body exhausted
Your mind fuzzy from the tickling…
Your not sure how long you’ve been
Seconds feel like hours.
Hours pass like seconds
Time is meaningless
As you feel the tickling
Sliding over your body
Your arm pits and your sides
Your tummy and your toes
Helpless to resist
But after a while you find that you
Start to black out.
Too much laughing
Not enough air
And your mind finally
Shuts down
And you feel yourself going limp
Suspended in the stocks
The bench beneath you supporting your back
But your head falls backwards
Helpless and unconscious
The feeling of the tickling seems to fade
As you just drift in the void.
You will stay here…
For as long as you would like.
You can imagine yourself being tickled more
If that is what you desire.
Or…
When you have recovered
You can simply take a deep
Slow breath
And count from 1
Up to 3
And awaken…
When you are ready…
There is no rush
Just rest
And relax
For now…
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