Shannon Elizabeth's Torture

[Dave2112]

(As a rule, I generally don’t do Celeb fiction, but this was a special request for Phantom, so I gave it a shot. Sorry it’s a little longer than usual, but I kind of got carried away…)


Four hours. That’s all the time that was left until his plan went into effect. Four hours. After all the months of planning and getting everything in order, it was only a stone’s throw away. Jerry checked his bag over and over, making sure everything was there. Ski-mask…check. Fake credentials…check.

Celebrity babe gullible enough to fall for this…check.

Her Preciousness, Miss Shannon Elizabeth, would be meeting him at the warehouse in L.A.’s run-down commercial district for her “photo shoot”, oblivious to the plan he’d come up with. It really wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be. Oh, sure, her lumpy bodyguards would be there first to make sure everything was ok, but Shannon had a thing about doing photo shoots of such an intimate nature with as few people as possible. She had been told that it was a shoot for Maxim…a bondage-type shoot. Something about fetishes on this month’s cover.

Oh, the shoot was real enough. Jerry had simply…replaced the photographer and changed the location. Being an elite hacker had its benefits, as he was able to intercept messages, get phone numbers, impersonate people…the whole nine yards. So Miss Elizabeth was convinced (as was her agency…God he was good!) that a photo shoot scheduled for next week was actually taking place in four hours.

Jerry had even figured out how to get away with it.

He would hide in plain sight.

Showing up as the photographer, he would wait until the blindfold was placed over her eyes, then make an ungodly racket, like he was being attacked. He’d practiced it until he was sure he could pull it off convincingly. Might even have to resort to cracking himself in the head, but, oh well…it was going to be worth a lump. Of, course when Shannon was relieved of her blindfold, she would see only a man in a black ski mask. He’d even thought to wear lifters in his shoes as the photographer, making him appear shorter when he would shed his shoes, place sneakers on his feet and don the black mask. Any little thing to keep her thinking in the other direction. It was perfect. When finished he would simply “awaken” from his knock-down blow and save the day. Got to remember to blindfold her again before I do that, he reminded himself.

It wasn’t particularly Miss Elizabeth that peeved him so much that he would make a plan such as this.

It was all of them.

Every one of those Hollywood actresses of the latter-day. They always think they’re so damn hot, can get anything they want with a wiggle of the ass and a bat of the eyelash. Jerry had been to several of the gatherings these stars attended, always hoping against hope to catch the eye of one of the young beauties. He’d heard so many stories of these women finding love with “normal guys” and he wanted desperately to be one. The trouble is, Jerry wasn’t a “normal guy”.

He had a fetish, and a hard time keeping his mouth shut about it. He’d actually gotten to speak with Mena Suvari at a party once, and it didn’t exactly go as planned. Alcohol had taken it’s toll on Jerry’s sense of reason, and he started talking about tickling to the young actress. Suffice it to say that she was less than impressed. Two large men quickly introduced Jerry to the pavement. Several times he’d gotten to speak with one of the young lovelies or another, and it always ended badly.

But this time it was going to be different. His terms. No escape. It had taken a while to search, snoop and find out who was doing what shoots, where they were close enough to him, but eventually his plan came together. Now to put in into place…


Shannon Elizabeth showed up at the old warehouse with two of her escorts. They always came with her to check things out, but she’d been doing so many of these things that it was second hand. There’d never been any trouble, and today didn’t look any different.

Shannon was decked out to look her best, with her pretty face all made up, her long dark hair newly permed and her skin back from a day at the spa. She wore a short blue skirt that zipped up the side, a halter top and a half-shirt over that, tied at her waist. Short white boots over white ankle socks completed the outfit.

“Shannon! So happy to see you!” said Jerry as he emerged from the back room in his “photographer’s” garb. He wore glasses with blank frames, had shaved the mustache he had worn for years and had dyed his hair black the previous night with one of those temporary coloring kits.

“Credentials please?” said one of the oxen protecting Jerry’s soon-to-be-victim, placing himself between the two before Jerry could even shake her hand.

Here’s where it passes or fails, he thought, bringing out the papers and I.D. cards he’d so meticulously counterfeited. For what seemed like an eternity, the large man looked them over, then looked back at Jerry. He handed them back and seemed to loosen up a bit. The guy had been through this a thousand times, Jerry knew.

“Guys, you can lighten up,” Shannon said, “Everything’s cool. Why don’t you guys go have a coffee and give me a couple hours, ok? You know I want to keep this private…you know the drill…”

With a shrug, the big guy took his partner and disappeared out the warehouse door, closing it behind them.

“Pleased to meet you Mr. Drake” she said as she offered her hand.

“Thank you, Miss Elizabeth, shall we get started? I don’t want to keep you here any longer than need be. Plus…” time to lay it on thick… “this part of town creeps me out. I always think there’s going to be trouble. Funny, huh?”

“Oh, don’t be silly…” she nudged him in the ribs, “I’ve been doing shoots all over this town. It’s not as bad as everyone thinks.”

Yeah…that’s what you think, thought Jerry as he inwardly salivated.

She looked stunning. The outfit complimented her nicely. She was truly a sight to behold and Jerry was having a hard time containing his excitement as one of the world’s most beautiful women stood before him, simply strolling into his trap.

“Well, the props are over hear if you’d like to get started.”

“Sure,” said Shannon.

Jerry led Shannon over to the “prop” for the shoot. It was a set of stocks attached to a long table. Shackles were all over the thing, giving it a sinister air. There was a spreader bar above for restraining a prisoner in a seated position, and plenty of the aforementioned shackles to hold her in place should she find herself reclined.

“Let’s start sitting, shall we? Get those out of the way first.” Jerry was as smooth, detached and professional as any photographer could be. “You really don’t mind doing this sort of thing, Miss Elizabeth? I’d be kind freaked by all this Mondo-Bondo stuff.” Just another deception.

“Ahhh, I don’t mind. I kind of like it sometimes. Bondage never bothered me. Hey, if guys want to pay to see me tied-up, what the hell, right?” she winked.

“Well, let’s just get you up here, then…and we’ll get started.”

Jerry sat Shannon down on the low table and helped her place her feet in the padded stocks. He also was very helpful in getting her wrists shackled to the overhead bar. She was now trapped…his.

But first, we need to make this look real, he knew.

Jerry spent about five minutes taking pictures and bantering with the young actress, putting her at ease. She gave the camera her most smoldering looks, appearing to all the world to be quite content in her bondage. Then Jerry set up Stage One.

“Did you hear that?” he asked.

“Hear what?” answered Shannon, “I didn’t hear anything.”

“Maybe it was just me. I though I heard something. Oh, never mind, it’s probably just me. Ok, ready for the blindfold?” Stage Two…

“Whenever you are!” She quipped.

Jerry enjoyed placing the sleeping mask over the lovely eyes of the bound actress. So close…

After a few more pictures, Jerry sprung his trap.

“Now I KNOW I heard something! Stay here a second…”

“Like I’m going anywhere?” Shannon giggled. These artsy types were so high-strung, she thought.

The stray thought turned to concern as soon as Shannon heard what sounded like metallic objects crashing to the floor.

“Mr. Drake???? Are you ok?……Mr. Drake?!?!?!?”

Jerry gave his own shot at acting.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” he yelled at no one, “Hey! Put that down! No!…Don’t do that!…HHHEELLLPP!!!”

“Mr. Drake?!?!?! What’s happening?!??!!?” Shannon was now screaming.

Jerry had taken his time during the “fight” to change into his shorter shoes, put the black ski-mask and sweats on and place the voice synthesizer against his throat. No sense letting her recognize a voice when you can get these little babies from Sharper Image, eh?

Jerry approached his captured prey.

“Wh-Who’s there? What’s h-happening?” Shannon was trembling.

Jerry answered her in his tinny metallic voice. There were other voices he could have chosen, but he wanted her scared.

“It appears your photographer has had a bit of an….accident.” he said.

Shannon jumped at the new horrible voice.

“Wh-Who are you? What are you going to do to me? Please, let me go…I didn’t see you. I won’t say anything, I swear!”

“Oh, you can’t leave, my dear. Do you think I spent all that time following your photographer to just let you go? We are going to have sooo much fun together.”

“Please,” she begged, “Please don’t rape me!! I’ll give you---”

“I have no intention of raping you, my dear,” he interrupted, “I wouldn’t give one of you little vixens the satisfaction…or the physical evidence. No…I only want to….play a little. You don’t mind?”

Shannon’s mind was reeling. If he wasn’t going to rape her, what we he planning on doing with her?

Jerry placed his hands on Shannon’s feet.

“These are such cute shoes…do you mind if I remove them?”

What? What the hell was this freak talking about? Well, if it kept her from getting harmed…

“N-No. Go ahead if you want…”

“Thank you, my dear.”

Jerry slowly unzipped the short boots and revealed her feet. They were wrapped in the tiny white ankle socks she was so fond of wearing. He loved the way they looked on her feet. The smooth white fabric hugging the perfect little feet, the knowledge of what was underneath them.

“Very nice feet, Miss Elizabeth. Tell me…are they ticklish?”

“Huh? What? Ticklish?” Then it dawned on her what this mystery man was up to.

“Oh God no!” she pleaded, “Please don’t tickle my feet! You have no idea how ticklish I am, I mean it! I’ll go nuts, really! Please, please don’t do this Mister…Oh God no….pleeeeaaassee?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, my sweet, but with you in a most vulnerable looking position, there’s just no way I could leave such pretty feet…untickled….”

Jerry took the tiny feet in his hands. They felt like heaven to him, the warmth of the skin under the texture of the fabric. The muscles pulling and squirming, attempting in vain to escape what they knew was coming. He rubbed them and played with them, temporarily satisfied to hear the pleas of his victim.

“Please no????” Shannon begged, knowing full well the torment headed her way, “Anything, anything….ple-ease? Sex! I’ll give you sex! Come on…hee hee…wouldn’t you like to make it with a star?”

Now THAT pissed him off. That was the whole reason she was there in the first place.

“Sex? Is that what you think is going to get you out of this? Just like you little teases…you think your looks can get you anything you want, don’t you…not this time.”

She knew she’d angered him, and quickly regretted her choice of words.

Jerry held one of the dainty feet by the toes, arching it back slightly. Over the extended sole he drew on finger up. Then down. Then back up again. A slow certain path up and down the ticklish sole of the helpless girl.

“NOOOO!!! AAIIIGGHHHH!! GODNO!!!!! HAAHAAAHAAHAAA……OH..GAAAWWDDD!”

Shannon’s body thrashed against the bonds holding her arms and tugged at her feet with every muscle in her tanned legs. With her feet in the stocks, however, little of that exertion actually translated to any help for her foot.

“Is that a good spot my dear?” The distorted voice asked.

“NOO!!!!!ST-STOOOOPP!!!PL-PLEEEEAAASSEEE!!!!...AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!”

Jerry then released the foot and watched the young actress catch her breath…as he grabbed the other foot in the same manner. Using the same technique he ran his tickling finger up and down the white-clad sole of the thrashing girl. Relentless. Excruciating.

“OOHHHPLEEEEAAASSSEEENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! HEEEHEHEHEAAHHAAIIGGHHH!!”

Jerry was getting lost in the torturous pace of his tickling, reveling in the position he found himself in. This was going to be well worth it.

“Shannon,” the voice said eerily, “This has only been the beginning. If you think that was bad…wait until you see what is coming next….”

He reached up and pulled the sleeping mask off of the girl’s head. She got her first look and shrank back. Here was every woman’s worst fear. The Man in the Black Mask. But what was even more immediately frightening was what that man was doing.

Jerry was staring into her confused eyes and wriggling all ten of his fingers two inches from her socks.
“I told you things were going to get worse….”

“Oh please no Mister….please don’t!!!! I can’t take anymore….!!!”

Jerry slowly brought his fingers in contact with the sock-encased feet. Shannon was thrashing them from side to side, but nothing could get her soles away from the sadistic tickler. Not only her arches were subject to his attack, but her toes as well. Jerry poked his fingers into the yielding fabric of the sock to stroke the skin between Shannon’s toes.

“AAAIIIGGHH!!!NONONONONOOGGGAAAAAWWWDDD!!!!….(GASP)……AAHHEHEHEHEEHEEEHAAHAAHAHAAAAAAA!!!PLEEEAAASSSEEE…HAAHAHAAA..ST-STOOPPPAAHAHAH!!”

Jerry was nowhere near stopping, however. He tickled her feet without mercy or pattern, without question or answer, simply delighting in bringing this spoiled starlet to her proverbial knees. She was no longer speaking words or begging. Her breath was hitching and her struggles grew fainter. The tickling was overcoming her strength, as she was fighting a losing battle. It was at the point where Jerry thought he saw Shannon’s eyes rolling back that he slowed down, then stopped.

Shannon hung limply in her restraints. The spreader bar was all that was holding her up, actually. Soft little giggles still sputtered from the tormented girl’s mouth, mixed with a healthy dose of gasping. Stroking her now-mussed hair, Jerry stood beside her, gazing into the mess he’d created.

But he was nowhere near done.

“Can you hear me, my dear?” He asked.

Shannon shook her head yes.

“Good. You will have a rest period while I prepare you for the next part of your torture.”

“No…..Pl-Please….no…no more. Don’t ….tickle my feet…..anymore….please?”

“Oh, I promise I will not tickle your feet for quite some time.” he replied.

“Th-Thank you. Now please lemme go, ok?”

“Oh no, my dear,” The tinny voice answered her, “I merely need time to prepare you for the next phase. No more foot-tickling……”

Shannon sighed in relief as Jerry was unclasping one wrist from the girl.

“Now we shall see how…nice that lovely body of your is….”

With that, Jerry brought Shannon’s arm down and placed a knee over her hand, not to hurt her, but to hold her arm stuck while he undid her other wrist. With one wrist in his hand, quick as lightning, he had laid Shannon back against the table and was fastening her wrist in one of shackles. With her recent torment leaving her weakened and with the speed at which Jerry acted, she barely had time to struggle as she found both wrists now pinning her to the table. Stretched tightly over her head, she could give no resistance as Jerry continued to make her “comfortable” as he kept putting it, strapping her down further with restraints at her elbows and above her knees. Her feet remaining in the solid stocks, the lovely young woman was as helpless as she’d ever been in her life. She couldn’t get the leverage with the straps over her joints to even really try to escape. She knew she was stuck fast for whatever else this psycho had in mind for her.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Not content with having the pretty young woman helpless, he began to relieve her of her outfit. Unzipping the blue skirt, he cast it aside…revealing a white g-string. Her loose top was now untied from its knot at her waist and laid behind her like wings. The tiny halter top was pulled over her beautiful breasts and up her body…until it stretched across her arms and over her mouth.

Jerry pushed the fabric of the top into Shannon’s mouth.

“Bite down,” he instructed. She complied. “And do not let go…or else.”

Shannon gripped the cloth in her teeth, determined not to find out what “or else” meant.

Jerry ran a finger down the length of each of her arms.

“You can feel it coming, can’t you?” he teased. “You know what it’s going to feel like. You’re afraid you’ll laugh and let go of the gag, aren’t you?” With each word his fingers inched closer and closer to her smooth hairless armpits. Giggles starting coming from the throat of the helpless victim.

Jerry rested his fingertips over the hollows of her armpits…and began a slow, torturous rhythm of feathery touches that sent shocks down the girl’s body. She was giggling louder now, but still gripping the cloth of her former shirt in her teeth.

“Hanging in there, hun?” Jerry teased as he picked up the pace of his tickling, running his fingers up and down the arms and down over her ribcage.

“VVMMMpphhh…FFLLLEEESSS…….””

“You’re slipping my dear…”

Jerry started to dig his fingers into her flesh a bit now, rubbing over her protruding ribs and starting to slowly knead her entire ribcage with clawed hands. The tickling fingers moved in between the ribs, over them and back up over Shannon’s armpits.

Squinting her eyes against the tickling torture, she bit down on the gag, but felt as if she were going to break soon. She needed to laugh, it tickled furiously. It was taking every ounce of her effort to control her jaw. Seeing this made Jerry all the more sadistic…poking her ribs and armpits at intervals, catching her off guard. This was always followed by a bout of rib-tickles that started the cloth in her mouth slipping….

“MMMNNNnnnnn!!!!….MMMRR!!!…..AAIIGGHH!!…I’m SORRY!! I’m SORRY!!…..HHAHAHAHAAAAAAOHGODOHGOD!!!!NOOOOOOOAAAIIGGHHHAHAHAH!””

She let go of the cloth and let fly with a bout of laughter that took even Jerry by surprise. It had been building up, and now that the gate was opened, she couldn’t stop.

Neither could Jerry.

He tickled with renewed vigor up and down her arms, over her ribs and back again. Hard, soft…everything in between. Shannon was simply screaming.

“OHHHGGAAAWWDDDDNNOOO!!!!!!!PLEASEPLEASEAAAIIGGHH!!!!!….(GASP)…..HHAHAHHAHAHHHEEHHEEHHAAIIGGHHHHAHAHHE!!!”

Once again sensing her reaching her limit, Jerry slacked off to allow his hitching victim to compose herself. After a brief respite, he spoke.

“You let go.”

Shannon was snapped back into reality. What the hell was “or else”?

“I-I’m sorry…pleeeeaaaseee??? It just tickled so much…please no more…”

“If you can’t follow a simple direction, perhaps you need assistance. Perhaps something to keep your mouth quiet without you having to work so hard….”

“Oh, God please don’t. If you’re gonna do this to me, I have to scream! I’ll go crazy if I can’t…plee-ee--eease…”

Ignoring her pleas, Jerry ripped off a length of duct tape and sealed Shannon’s mouth. Three more strips silenced her for good. The sleeping mask was placed back on…

…and Jerry prepared for his farewell to his lovely guest.

Watching her struggle, silenced, blind and helpless, Jerry was pleased. He ran a finger down her flat belly, eliciting a muffled giggle. He walked around the table, dragging the finger around and over the skin of her body…up one side, down the other. He played it lightly over her deep navel, and the giggles became moans.

“Are you ready to say goodbye, my sweet?”

“MMMNNNPPHHH!!!!!!…….MMMNNGGGHHH!!!!!”

Jack pinched Shannon’s waist with both hands and pressed in lightly, starting slowly to tickle her sides. Faster and faster he went, until he hit that spot that drove the bound girl wild. About halfway up her sides was a spot that brought screams of agony from Shannon. He squeezed these spots for a time, then went about tickling over her belly, inside her navel, down her thighs and always back to that weak spot at her waist.

“MMNNGGHH!!!…MMMNGGHH!!!!!…MNGNG!!..RRRGG!!”

If the restraints would have yielded, Shannon would have been bucking like a horse. But they did not, and she was trapped to feel this man tickled her without mercy, with no way to escape. She felt a sudden lessening of the tickling of her body, and for a moment was relieved.

Until she felt the fingers of her attacker moving down her legs.

“Simply must touch these sock again, my dear….”

Shannon screamed into her gag.

Jerry ran his fingers over the white cloth, tickling the soft skin underneath, as he had done before. Holding back toes, fluttering over the soles. Shannon put all she had left into tugging at her bonds.

Jerry did stop for a moment however. He ran his hands over her ankles…and slowly peeled off the small white socks.

“You should try this with bare feet…to truly appreciate it.”

Shannon’s voice was cracking, for all the good it would have done her.

The first touch was electric, the second like a needle…and by the third, Shannon Elizabeth had gone from stunning starlet to quivering pile of flesh. There was nothing in her world anymore but the sensation of Jerry’s fingers on her bare soles. And he was in his finale.

After tickling the soles pink, scratching and rubbing, light and hard…Jerry said goodbye to Miss Elizabeth…

By placing his mouth over the toes of her left foot.

No sound came from Shannon, only a steady moan.

His tongue found its way between her toes and over her arches. Even scraping his teeth over her soles in an effort to finally break her. It was after a few minutes of this that Shannon finally passed out.


“Are you Ok, Miss Elizabeth? Miss Elizabeth???” she heard the frantic voices say as she slowly came around. She felt tape being ripped from her face and her aching limbs freed from their hellish prison. Seeing the familiar face of her bodyguard, Shannon fell into him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Oh, Gene…it was…(sob)….horrible. Some one killed Mr. Drake…and tied me up….and…well…tortured me!!!”

“You don’t look hurt, Shannon, lemme check you out..”

“No, he didn’t hurt me….”

“Did that son-of-a-bitch..”

“NO! God no, Gene, I wasn’t raped! Thank God!” she answered.

“Then what the hell happened here?”

“I was…well..” why was she so self-conscious about this??? “Never mind…it was just awful…” she cried into his neck again.

“Good news, though,” he said calmly to her.

“Y-Yeah…?” she whispered.

“Your photographer friend is going to be alright. He’s on his way to the hospital with a slight concussion, some blunt instrument wound. But he’s ok. He was pointing to you when we got here. Wasn’t even worried about himself ‘til he knew one of us had you safe. They were loading him in and he even still had a sense of humor.”

“Really?” Shannon queried, “what did he say?”

“He said he was sorry that your “date” didn’t turn out as planned and that he’d make it up to you, someday. And he had the strangest smile on his face, too…….”