AN ANCIENT THREATT
1904- The Town of Serenity- The horror is over. Victor Threatt, the last of his
line, died in a prison escape attempt. He was convicted for ticking to death 30
women, thought he was suspected of hundreds more. A known practioner of the
Dark Arts he claimed that he was to return in a hundred years...
2004-Serenity- Joan Anderson was working on next weeks menu/shopping list
while waiting for the next customer to arrive. The widowed mother of three was
working the overnight shift at the gas station, she paused in her work to look
out at the unexpected fog that was devoloping around the station. Catching her
reflection in the glass, she looked 30 though she really was 45 she could be a
looker if her outfit didn't scream "housewife". Under the red company vest
the white blouse with a stain and a missing button, gray cardigan a bit holey, patched jeans, and brown deck
shoes, her navy pantyhose is only because she hates to go without socks.
Her daydream is interupted by someone standing in front of her booth,
surprised that she didn't her the doorbell, they had to enter the "store" to
purchase anything. The gentleman looks like something out of a movie, a suit
from the turn of the century, a opera cape, and top hat.
Recovering from the surprise,"Can I help you?"
The man looks interested by the glass, tapping it.
"Sir, you have my attention. How can I help you?"
"Very interesting, I have never seen this before." said the gentleman
Lookng at the pumps Joan sees the old Rolys Royce sitting by the store.
"Did you need some gas sir?"
"I haven't been near a woman in so long, forgive me for my rudeness.My
name is Victor Threatt." said the gentleman.
"Victor Threatt? Ok, I go along with the gag. How can I help you
Mr Threatt?" Joan answered.
"From that badge I take it your name is Joan?" Victor asked.
"Yes I'm Joan, what can I do for you?" she asked.
"You can let me in and beg for mercy." he said trying the door to the booth.
"Ok that's it, I'm calling the cops." Joan said picking up the phone. The
the phone is dead. "You cut the lines!? The panic button is a radio signal,
you are going to jail." Joan said as she reached for the button. She recived
a small electric shock as the sytem shorted out.
"Now, now we don't want anyone interupting our fun" Victor joked, as he
started to force the booth door. Joan ran to the connecting door to the
garage and struggled to get it unlocked. She ran into the garage just as
Victor forced the booth door.
Hiding behind a truck Joan tries to figure out how to open the overhead
door(she never had to do it before) watching the door she never saw Victor
enter. Suddenly she was being tickled under her arms, she stood up and
her stomach and sides were attacked. Weakened from the assult she
couldn't resist when she was rolled onto a car lift, and tied to it. When
Joan tried to fight back she was tickled until she stopped fighting.
Joan's arms were over her head,wrists and elbows tied. Her knees and
ankles were also tied, with her feet dangling over the edge. Somehow
Victor managed to raise the lift so Joan was lying just above Victor's
waist level."Please, I have a family. I'm all my kids have. Please let me
go." Joan begged.
" Glorious, I missed that sound. Your voice in fear, begging to be set
free." Victor laughed as he moved to Joan's feet."Your laughter is music
I haven't herd in a hundred years" He slowly unties and removes Joan's
shoes.
"NO PLEASE NO! Not with my pantyhose on. IIII"l die please let me remove
thehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhoho
hohoho*gasp*hohhahaohohohohhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
stohohohohohohppppppphohohohohohohohohohohohohohahahahahahaha
*hicup*hohoahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
"Very interesting materal, 'panty-hose' you called them? What are they made
of?" Victor asked
"wwhoho will you *giggle* let me gohohohohohohohohoho" Joan tried to ask
before being tickled again.
"You may be tickled less if your answers please me, but then you aren't in
any position to make demands" Victor declared as he stopped tickling,
"Nhehehehehe nylons thereheheheh called nylons pantyhoseheheheh is just
onehoho style. *giggle**giggle* Joan gasped.
"Good, that answer earned you a few minutes rest. Are these 'nylons'
commonly worn by women?"
"*giggle*nohoho not all the time, and not all women. Some have to wear
them for work, some just when they dress up" expaned Joan" please
I'm all my babes have, all they have in the world."
After what seemed too short a break,Victor finds an air hose" lets see
how you will react to this"
Joan's eyes almost pop out of her head" NONONONONO PLEASE NO MORE
NOT THAT PLEASE NOT THE AIR HOSE.*scream* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHOHOHOHOHOHEHEHEHE
HOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
The blast of air plus the nylons are tickling her feet more than she
thought they could ever be tickled. Victor started to swich between
fingers and the air hose.
Victor was experenced, he always stopped just before she passed out
and gave her enough time to recover her strengh before the torture
started again.
"Well Joan, you seem to enjoy my company. Though you look a little
worse for wear" Joan's makeup is tracked with her tears, her hair
plastered to her face, and she is soaked with sweat.
" Pleaseheheheheh leheheh let me write hahahahahah a good-byeheh
noteheheheh to myhahahahahah kidshehehehehehehe.*sob*" Joan
begged. "Your'e takinghehehe me hehehe away hahahah from them
Please heheheh let meheheh say goodbyeheheheheh."
"Well, you're about due for a rest anyway, I don't see any harm."
Victor retreved Joan's notepad and pen from the booth and unties
her left hand "you were holding the pen with this hand when I
entered" Placing the notepad on a tooltray he postions it so Joan
can write. Victor then goes into the storage room to "find more
toys"
As Joan writes her goodbye note she sees a car arrive at the station,
the driver exits. It is a young woman in a brown sweater,
flowerprint skirt, opaque hose and wooden sole high heel clogs.
The pump isn't accepting the woman's card, and she starts toward
the booth. Victor emerges from the storeroom as Joan tries to
distract him. In a loud voice " ARE YOU GOING TO TORTURE ME TO
DEATH? MURDER ME?" Victor walks over, picks up air hose and
blasts her feet, " Yes that is my plan"
The sound of a car engine startles them both, " So that is your plan
You think that person will save you ? They pancked and drove
away from the center of town." Victor then quickly reties her
wrist and postions the hose on her feet and leaves it on.
"That should entertain you until my return." All Joan could do was
sqrirm and laugh.
Victor starts to chase his next victim...
1904- The Town of Serenity- The horror is over. Victor Threatt, the last of his
line, died in a prison escape attempt. He was convicted for ticking to death 30
women, thought he was suspected of hundreds more. A known practioner of the
Dark Arts he claimed that he was to return in a hundred years...
2004-Serenity- Joan Anderson was working on next weeks menu/shopping list
while waiting for the next customer to arrive. The widowed mother of three was
working the overnight shift at the gas station, she paused in her work to look
out at the unexpected fog that was devoloping around the station. Catching her
reflection in the glass, she looked 30 though she really was 45 she could be a
looker if her outfit didn't scream "housewife". Under the red company vest
the white blouse with a stain and a missing button, gray cardigan a bit holey, patched jeans, and brown deck
shoes, her navy pantyhose is only because she hates to go without socks.
Her daydream is interupted by someone standing in front of her booth,
surprised that she didn't her the doorbell, they had to enter the "store" to
purchase anything. The gentleman looks like something out of a movie, a suit
from the turn of the century, a opera cape, and top hat.
Recovering from the surprise,"Can I help you?"
The man looks interested by the glass, tapping it.
"Sir, you have my attention. How can I help you?"
"Very interesting, I have never seen this before." said the gentleman
Lookng at the pumps Joan sees the old Rolys Royce sitting by the store.
"Did you need some gas sir?"
"I haven't been near a woman in so long, forgive me for my rudeness.My
name is Victor Threatt." said the gentleman.
"Victor Threatt? Ok, I go along with the gag. How can I help you
Mr Threatt?" Joan answered.
"From that badge I take it your name is Joan?" Victor asked.
"Yes I'm Joan, what can I do for you?" she asked.
"You can let me in and beg for mercy." he said trying the door to the booth.
"Ok that's it, I'm calling the cops." Joan said picking up the phone. The
the phone is dead. "You cut the lines!? The panic button is a radio signal,
you are going to jail." Joan said as she reached for the button. She recived
a small electric shock as the sytem shorted out.
"Now, now we don't want anyone interupting our fun" Victor joked, as he
started to force the booth door. Joan ran to the connecting door to the
garage and struggled to get it unlocked. She ran into the garage just as
Victor forced the booth door.
Hiding behind a truck Joan tries to figure out how to open the overhead
door(she never had to do it before) watching the door she never saw Victor
enter. Suddenly she was being tickled under her arms, she stood up and
her stomach and sides were attacked. Weakened from the assult she
couldn't resist when she was rolled onto a car lift, and tied to it. When
Joan tried to fight back she was tickled until she stopped fighting.
Joan's arms were over her head,wrists and elbows tied. Her knees and
ankles were also tied, with her feet dangling over the edge. Somehow
Victor managed to raise the lift so Joan was lying just above Victor's
waist level."Please, I have a family. I'm all my kids have. Please let me
go." Joan begged.
" Glorious, I missed that sound. Your voice in fear, begging to be set
free." Victor laughed as he moved to Joan's feet."Your laughter is music
I haven't herd in a hundred years" He slowly unties and removes Joan's
shoes.
"NO PLEASE NO! Not with my pantyhose on. IIII"l die please let me remove
thehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhoho
hohoho*gasp*hohhahaohohohohhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
stohohohohohohppppppphohohohohohohohohohohohohohahahahahahaha
*hicup*hohoahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
"Very interesting materal, 'panty-hose' you called them? What are they made
of?" Victor asked
"wwhoho will you *giggle* let me gohohohohohohohohoho" Joan tried to ask
before being tickled again.
"You may be tickled less if your answers please me, but then you aren't in
any position to make demands" Victor declared as he stopped tickling,
"Nhehehehehe nylons thereheheheh called nylons pantyhoseheheheh is just
onehoho style. *giggle**giggle* Joan gasped.
"Good, that answer earned you a few minutes rest. Are these 'nylons'
commonly worn by women?"
"*giggle*nohoho not all the time, and not all women. Some have to wear
them for work, some just when they dress up" expaned Joan" please
I'm all my babes have, all they have in the world."
After what seemed too short a break,Victor finds an air hose" lets see
how you will react to this"
Joan's eyes almost pop out of her head" NONONONONO PLEASE NO MORE
NOT THAT PLEASE NOT THE AIR HOSE.*scream* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHOHOHOHOHOHEHEHEHE
HOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
The blast of air plus the nylons are tickling her feet more than she
thought they could ever be tickled. Victor started to swich between
fingers and the air hose.
Victor was experenced, he always stopped just before she passed out
and gave her enough time to recover her strengh before the torture
started again.
"Well Joan, you seem to enjoy my company. Though you look a little
worse for wear" Joan's makeup is tracked with her tears, her hair
plastered to her face, and she is soaked with sweat.
" Pleaseheheheheh leheheh let me write hahahahahah a good-byeheh
noteheheheh to myhahahahahah kidshehehehehehehe.*sob*" Joan
begged. "Your'e takinghehehe me hehehe away hahahah from them
Please heheheh let meheheh say goodbyeheheheheh."
"Well, you're about due for a rest anyway, I don't see any harm."
Victor retreved Joan's notepad and pen from the booth and unties
her left hand "you were holding the pen with this hand when I
entered" Placing the notepad on a tooltray he postions it so Joan
can write. Victor then goes into the storage room to "find more
toys"
As Joan writes her goodbye note she sees a car arrive at the station,
the driver exits. It is a young woman in a brown sweater,
flowerprint skirt, opaque hose and wooden sole high heel clogs.
The pump isn't accepting the woman's card, and she starts toward
the booth. Victor emerges from the storeroom as Joan tries to
distract him. In a loud voice " ARE YOU GOING TO TORTURE ME TO
DEATH? MURDER ME?" Victor walks over, picks up air hose and
blasts her feet, " Yes that is my plan"
The sound of a car engine startles them both, " So that is your plan
You think that person will save you ? They pancked and drove
away from the center of town." Victor then quickly reties her
wrist and postions the hose on her feet and leaves it on.
"That should entertain you until my return." All Joan could do was
sqrirm and laugh.
Victor starts to chase his next victim...
