THE DEBT COLLECTOR by soletk
Part 1
Julie was at her desk working hard. The phone rang. Answering she hears the voice of her friend Maggie babbling, "Oh God Julie, I'm so glad you are there! Jones has picked me up!! He's tied me up in some kind of sack with my head out one end and my feet out the other end. I can't ell you where I am, but they mean business. Jones says he wants $500 plus interest - that's $750 or he's gonna HURT me!"
"What? Have you been gambling again? You promised!"
"God Julie, you are the only one I can turn to! They say they'll hurt me!!!"
"Put Jones on," said Julie, seething with anger.
The phone was passed over and Jones gruff voice was heard, "Got the money? We mean business here…"
“So why are you talking to me Mr Hard Man? You haven’t hurt her at all yet have you? Did she bat those big blue eyes at you? How many times has a woman done this to you guys?”
Maggie was VERY nervous not being able to hear the conversation. Julie HAD to pay!!
“Listen lady, you’d…”
“Cut the crap! You’d NEVER call the friend of a male debtor would you? You’d just break a leg or an arm and give the poor fool a few more days to scam the money for you. If he didn’t pay then he’d end up dead or wishing he was dead! You can’t bring yourself to hurt a woman, can you!!! How sweet! What do you do if the person they get you to phone doesn’t buy it? Never happen before? So, how many good looking gals’ are sweet talking cash out of your bosses hands and putting you in a situation like this where your personal honour code won’t let you smash your way out of.”
“Listen if you EVER tell anyone…” Jones started to threaten.
“You’ll what?” Julie giggled. “Its ok big guy, I’m pissed of she’s trying to scam you AND me. I know just the way to make her talk and be VERY sorry without any pain. That goes for any other good-looking gals that’ve had your boss wrapped around their gorgeous little fingers. Time to call in the debts.”
“What’s the deal, you’re not gonna…”
Maggie jumped in her bonds. It sounded like Julie wasn’t going to pay! She had to!!!!
“No I’m not gonna HURT her, but listen if I get them to pay up – I want 20%,” she demanded. “Agree?” She waited and heard him grunt in agreement. “Here’s how it’ll work. Now you know I run a brothel. Well we have some special THEATRICAL rooms. So here’s what you do…”
Maggie saw Jones listening with an evil smile, and a glint in his eyes…
The next hour is a blur for Maggie. The phone is slammed down. She’s told that Julie doesn’t HAVE the money, and that they’re gonna have to take her somewhere where they’ll try to get the money out of her. They gag her and her in another cloth bag, which goes right over her whole body. She is stifling from the stale air in the bag and the smell of canvass as she feels herself being carried. She hears a car door opening and she’s thrown in. She’s driven somewhere, God knows where, she thinks, and she wonders what they’ll do to her. This time she’s in BIG trouble, the thinks as the tears trickle down her cheeks.
She’s carried out of the car and taken somewhere that involves lots of walking and being carried downstairs. She’s placed on some kind of a body length chair, still in the second bag, with her feet elevated high above her. The outer bag is removed, but she can’t see a thing. She’s in total darkness. She whimpers as she feels her ankles being secured to the end of the body length seat she’s sitting on. Unable to break free of the remaining bag which still only leaves her feet (shod in tennis shoes) protruding from one end and her head at the other.
The gag is removed, and while she gasps she thinks, whoever is in here with her can see in this total darkness, she whimpers again, “Please don’t HURT me!?”
Suddenly a metallic sounding, soulless, computer-generated voice spoke to her, “We’re not barbarians, Maggie. Just give us the money you owe us… …or else we be forced to…”
“I REALLY don’t have it!!!”
“Well then you’ll appreciate how we’ll need to punish you and come to some other arrangement for future payment with interest. We have our reputation to protect.” The soulless voice snarled.
Suddenly a spotlight lit up just her feet. She saw her laces being undone and her tennis shoes and socks removed by these female hands with blood red nails. Her feet wriggled in the cool air. They were so sensitive from being in those shoes and socks all day. A musky smell of sweat was wafted on the night air.
Her feet were long, elegant and so white and creamy. Her soles were wrinkly and VERY tender looking. Long slender toes, with shiny red nail polish twinkling in the spotlight, wriggled and quivered in terrible subconscious anticipation of something just out of her comprehension.
Suddenly a long wicked looking feather appeared in the spotlight, terribly close to her sensitive trapped feet! Oh God, Maggie realised, her soles wriggling and writhing, they’re gonna tickle my feet…
THE DEBT COLLECTOR
Part 2 of 2
Oh God, Maggie realised, her soles wriggling and writhing, they’re gonna tickle my feet… not the FEET she thought, not the, “…not the feet, don’t tickle my feet!!! I can’t stand it on my feet!!” she cried! “I’ll do anything, PAY ANYTHING!!! Please…”
“Of COURSE you will dear, we’ll come to some kind of repayment terms MUCH later” said the soulless voice with chilling certainty. “But you MUST also be punished…so… …I wonder just HOW ticklish your quivering soles are?”
Without waiting for an answer the feather had Maggie in hysterics as softly invaded Maggie’s dreadfully ticklish arches. She immediately laughed madly in horrified keening cackling laughter. She only stopped to gasp between each peal of laughter! She couldn’t even beg for mercy! Her feet writher and her toes curled and quivered!!!
Her eyes squeezed shut as she cackled and screamed with hysterical squealing laughter until she felt the feather’s tip tickle its way playfully, diabolically up over the perfect balls of her feet in teasing tickle-torture strokes which evoked even more shrill hysterical merriment! It seemed hours while the feather tormented her there but she began to wish it would remain to tickle the balls of her feet, when she realised with horrifying certainty that the tip of the feather was gonna tickle her under and between her slender toes!!!! If only she could stop laughing to beg for mercy! To offer anything they wanted – if only they’ve stop!!!!
She screamed with incredibly lunatic laughter, as her toes were tickle-tortured devilishly. Each toe was tormented with the Feather’s tip… …under and between… … in malevolent tickling strokes while she laughed in shrill, resigned, lunatic laughter.
The sound of her laughter echoed in the darkness as her lovely toes were tickled with playful devilish tickling strokes.
Suddenly it stopped. The light went out. There was tense seconds passing like hours as she gasped for air, trying to get enough in her lungs to beg. She was still gasping for air and frantickly trying to work out what was gonna happen next when she felt a warm mouth tickle-torturously lick and passionately kiss under and between her toes in the most terrible tickle-torture she could image, until she felt someone’s finger-tips and long nails softly and teasingly stroke her soles up and down in the same maddening pattern. The warmth of the mouth tickling her toes and the cruel tickling of the fingertips in the dark sent her over the edge and as she felt her body stop straining against the bonds and submit helplessly to every terrifying tickling touch.
Julie, her tongue licking Maggie’s toes, and her finger-tips tickle-torturing Maggie’ beautiful soles, felt she’s just discovered her bliss. Now this was a second job she could put her heart and her victim’s soles into she though…
This is what I call debt collecting – she though…
Later
“Maggie thank God you are ok! They wouldn’t take a cheque and I don’t have the cash. Thank God they didn’t punish you. What happened!?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it!” Maggie sobbed.
“How did you come up with the money!” “
I haven’t yet – but I will, “shuddered Maggie, “I will!!!”
Part 1
Julie was at her desk working hard. The phone rang. Answering she hears the voice of her friend Maggie babbling, "Oh God Julie, I'm so glad you are there! Jones has picked me up!! He's tied me up in some kind of sack with my head out one end and my feet out the other end. I can't ell you where I am, but they mean business. Jones says he wants $500 plus interest - that's $750 or he's gonna HURT me!"
"What? Have you been gambling again? You promised!"
"God Julie, you are the only one I can turn to! They say they'll hurt me!!!"
"Put Jones on," said Julie, seething with anger.
The phone was passed over and Jones gruff voice was heard, "Got the money? We mean business here…"
“So why are you talking to me Mr Hard Man? You haven’t hurt her at all yet have you? Did she bat those big blue eyes at you? How many times has a woman done this to you guys?”
Maggie was VERY nervous not being able to hear the conversation. Julie HAD to pay!!
“Listen lady, you’d…”
“Cut the crap! You’d NEVER call the friend of a male debtor would you? You’d just break a leg or an arm and give the poor fool a few more days to scam the money for you. If he didn’t pay then he’d end up dead or wishing he was dead! You can’t bring yourself to hurt a woman, can you!!! How sweet! What do you do if the person they get you to phone doesn’t buy it? Never happen before? So, how many good looking gals’ are sweet talking cash out of your bosses hands and putting you in a situation like this where your personal honour code won’t let you smash your way out of.”
“Listen if you EVER tell anyone…” Jones started to threaten.
“You’ll what?” Julie giggled. “Its ok big guy, I’m pissed of she’s trying to scam you AND me. I know just the way to make her talk and be VERY sorry without any pain. That goes for any other good-looking gals that’ve had your boss wrapped around their gorgeous little fingers. Time to call in the debts.”
“What’s the deal, you’re not gonna…”
Maggie jumped in her bonds. It sounded like Julie wasn’t going to pay! She had to!!!!
“No I’m not gonna HURT her, but listen if I get them to pay up – I want 20%,” she demanded. “Agree?” She waited and heard him grunt in agreement. “Here’s how it’ll work. Now you know I run a brothel. Well we have some special THEATRICAL rooms. So here’s what you do…”
Maggie saw Jones listening with an evil smile, and a glint in his eyes…
The next hour is a blur for Maggie. The phone is slammed down. She’s told that Julie doesn’t HAVE the money, and that they’re gonna have to take her somewhere where they’ll try to get the money out of her. They gag her and her in another cloth bag, which goes right over her whole body. She is stifling from the stale air in the bag and the smell of canvass as she feels herself being carried. She hears a car door opening and she’s thrown in. She’s driven somewhere, God knows where, she thinks, and she wonders what they’ll do to her. This time she’s in BIG trouble, the thinks as the tears trickle down her cheeks.
She’s carried out of the car and taken somewhere that involves lots of walking and being carried downstairs. She’s placed on some kind of a body length chair, still in the second bag, with her feet elevated high above her. The outer bag is removed, but she can’t see a thing. She’s in total darkness. She whimpers as she feels her ankles being secured to the end of the body length seat she’s sitting on. Unable to break free of the remaining bag which still only leaves her feet (shod in tennis shoes) protruding from one end and her head at the other.
The gag is removed, and while she gasps she thinks, whoever is in here with her can see in this total darkness, she whimpers again, “Please don’t HURT me!?”
Suddenly a metallic sounding, soulless, computer-generated voice spoke to her, “We’re not barbarians, Maggie. Just give us the money you owe us… …or else we be forced to…”
“I REALLY don’t have it!!!”
“Well then you’ll appreciate how we’ll need to punish you and come to some other arrangement for future payment with interest. We have our reputation to protect.” The soulless voice snarled.
Suddenly a spotlight lit up just her feet. She saw her laces being undone and her tennis shoes and socks removed by these female hands with blood red nails. Her feet wriggled in the cool air. They were so sensitive from being in those shoes and socks all day. A musky smell of sweat was wafted on the night air.
Her feet were long, elegant and so white and creamy. Her soles were wrinkly and VERY tender looking. Long slender toes, with shiny red nail polish twinkling in the spotlight, wriggled and quivered in terrible subconscious anticipation of something just out of her comprehension.
Suddenly a long wicked looking feather appeared in the spotlight, terribly close to her sensitive trapped feet! Oh God, Maggie realised, her soles wriggling and writhing, they’re gonna tickle my feet…
THE DEBT COLLECTOR
Part 2 of 2
Oh God, Maggie realised, her soles wriggling and writhing, they’re gonna tickle my feet… not the FEET she thought, not the, “…not the feet, don’t tickle my feet!!! I can’t stand it on my feet!!” she cried! “I’ll do anything, PAY ANYTHING!!! Please…”
“Of COURSE you will dear, we’ll come to some kind of repayment terms MUCH later” said the soulless voice with chilling certainty. “But you MUST also be punished…so… …I wonder just HOW ticklish your quivering soles are?”
Without waiting for an answer the feather had Maggie in hysterics as softly invaded Maggie’s dreadfully ticklish arches. She immediately laughed madly in horrified keening cackling laughter. She only stopped to gasp between each peal of laughter! She couldn’t even beg for mercy! Her feet writher and her toes curled and quivered!!!
Her eyes squeezed shut as she cackled and screamed with hysterical squealing laughter until she felt the feather’s tip tickle its way playfully, diabolically up over the perfect balls of her feet in teasing tickle-torture strokes which evoked even more shrill hysterical merriment! It seemed hours while the feather tormented her there but she began to wish it would remain to tickle the balls of her feet, when she realised with horrifying certainty that the tip of the feather was gonna tickle her under and between her slender toes!!!! If only she could stop laughing to beg for mercy! To offer anything they wanted – if only they’ve stop!!!!
She screamed with incredibly lunatic laughter, as her toes were tickle-tortured devilishly. Each toe was tormented with the Feather’s tip… …under and between… … in malevolent tickling strokes while she laughed in shrill, resigned, lunatic laughter.
The sound of her laughter echoed in the darkness as her lovely toes were tickled with playful devilish tickling strokes.
Suddenly it stopped. The light went out. There was tense seconds passing like hours as she gasped for air, trying to get enough in her lungs to beg. She was still gasping for air and frantickly trying to work out what was gonna happen next when she felt a warm mouth tickle-torturously lick and passionately kiss under and between her toes in the most terrible tickle-torture she could image, until she felt someone’s finger-tips and long nails softly and teasingly stroke her soles up and down in the same maddening pattern. The warmth of the mouth tickling her toes and the cruel tickling of the fingertips in the dark sent her over the edge and as she felt her body stop straining against the bonds and submit helplessly to every terrifying tickling touch.
Julie, her tongue licking Maggie’s toes, and her finger-tips tickle-torturing Maggie’ beautiful soles, felt she’s just discovered her bliss. Now this was a second job she could put her heart and her victim’s soles into she though…
This is what I call debt collecting – she though…
Later
“Maggie thank God you are ok! They wouldn’t take a cheque and I don’t have the cash. Thank God they didn’t punish you. What happened!?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it!” Maggie sobbed.
“How did you come up with the money!” “
I haven’t yet – but I will, “shuddered Maggie, “I will!!!”
