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This story originally appeared in MTJ Publishing's "Tales From the Asylum" Magazine. It is being posted here for the first time. Please note that these Archive stories are copyrighted material and may not be reproduced in any way without the express consent of the author and MTJ Publishing. Enjoy!)
The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking
By Dave2112
Somewhere in New Jersey…August 1986
The midday sun was the only witness as the girls in Leonard’s neighborhood unwittingly changed his life. He was not a well-liked kid, and the young girls had had about enough of his annoying attempts to win their affections. It was the summer after senior year, and the 18-year-old young women were preparing for the wonders of college. But there was one thing to deal with first…Leonard. Leonard wasn’t one for subtlety even at the innocent age of 18, and his wandering hands had found their way into many a young girl’s shirt. Together, the seven girls who lived on the quiet street hatched a plan to teach Leonard how inappropriate his unwelcome touches were. They wished to make him remember them, as they would have a hard time ever forgetting him. Finding him in his usual spot in the woods of the small northern town, under a tree and torturing insects, one of the girls, the prettiest and highest on Leonard’s wish list, approached him. For an inexperienced young woman, she did quite a job of keeping him distracted with her flirtatious banter, while the others crept through the woods, supplies in hand. Leonard was a big boy, but there were seven of them…all thirsty for revenge. After a struggle which left his distractor with a split lip, Leonard found himself tied to the tree. The girls did not want to hurt him, but they did want him utterly humiliated. Sara, the one with the split lip and Leonard’s favorite started it all by verbally berating not only him, but his chances at ever becoming a man. Young women can be cruel, and these seven were pissed off to boot. Then the torture began. Sara began tickling the helpless young man, and the others followed suit. For the remainder of the afternoon, seven hours, they mercilessly paid him back for his years of unwanted attention.
He returned home after being released, broken and humiliated. His room was a war zone, his weeping and cursing a barrage of deadly threats and vows. He would get them, he swore…not just those seven, but ALL of them…all girls…all the pretty things he couldn’t have, all the tender flesh that would be denied him after the girls told their story to the whole neighborhood, which he was sure they would do, adding to his humiliation and therefore his rage. It would be his life’s work…
Summer, 2001...
The long winding roads of New Jersey’s interior sped under the wheels of a windowless van. A big one, one for a man, not those little mini-vans of the stereotypical soccer moms. Four feet of ass end added on, tons of Detroit’s best steel wrapped around a thundering diesel engine. And a paint job as black as the heart of the man behind the wheel.
Leonard enjoyed his Sunday drives as he called them. Zeppelin on the stereo, the unsmoked half of a joint in the ashtray and the scenery passing by. He shot a glance in the rear view mirror, and still felt the surge of pride at what he’d accomplished with so little. Financial security, due to the ingenious household inventions he’d created with the knowledge from his degree in Engineering. College…what a joke that had been. Study, work, study, work. But it had been worth it. And looks. Yes…the looks. If anyone who knew him growing up could see him now. It’s amazing what modern medical technology can do for the less-than-attractive and filthy rich. Capped teeth, contacts, liposuction, laser facial reconstruction…the works. His financial stability also bought him a new identity, several in fact. He used them well, and they kept the authorities light-years away from ever discovering his new life’s work…
The woman looked up and down the length of the road and sighed. How had she gotten to this point? Thirty-three years old and in the backwoods of New Jersey, trying in vain to hitchhike out of the God-forsaken place. No car, little money…and no one who cared. Her marriage of four years was a memory, and the bastard got everything. True, it was her affair that ended it, but the judge in the case was less than impartial, she thought, perhaps having been cheated on himself. So goes the Justice system, she joked to herself. And of course, their friends were actually his friends…so no support could be found there, only contempt. Family was a thing of the past, her parents having passed away several years ago. No siblings. Her one true friend, one that she had grown up with and the only one of her teen-age troupe that still kept in touch, offered her a place to stay, to perhaps start again. She’d offered to send her plane fare, but flight was out of the question, due to deep-seated phobia. Besides, she’d told her friend, it might be good to revert back to our wild teenage years. Ahh, those years. The wild, crazy things they’d done together. She remembered the skinny kid she’d been back then. Well, the years had taken care of that. She still looked good, just different. She’d filled out, a little later than most, but quite well. Her friend still pretty much looked the same as when they were young, free spirits, but she was almost unrecognizable to anyone who’d grown up with her. What memories of those times, she sighed again. They’d hitchhiked everywhere back then. Of course things in the world had changed a bit, and there was concern for her safety. Standing on this empty road now, she wished she had listened. Not because she felt unsafe, but because she hadn’t seen a vehicle in over two hours. It wasn’t that long a trip from New Jersey to Delaware, but it was if you walked the whole damn way, carrying all your worldly belongings in a pack on your back. She absent-mindedly scratched at the age-old scar on her upper lip.
She was snapped out of her reverie by the distant sight of a black speck that grew larger and louder. A van!!! Someone!!! She held out her thumb and tried her best to give the driver one second to see her doe-eyed look of despair. She only hoped a man was driving it, they were always suckers for the stranded woman routine. For a moment she thought the van would keep going right on past her, but she felt the first sigh of relief escape her lips since she departed that morning when the taillights flashed red. She ran to cover the short distance to the vehicle and found the passenger door already opened for her, her door to her next life, she thought. She didn’t know how right she was.
As she climbed aboard the lumbering beast, Leonard was taken aback, although he didn’t show it. There was something tugging at his brain, something he should know….something disturbingly familiar. He shrugged it off and played his part with the calm detachment of years of practice.
“Hi, I’m…Scott” Leonard said to the woman who had plopped herself into his passenger seat. Scott, yeah, that’ll work for today.
“Pleased to meet you Scott, I’m Sara.” she offered her hand.
Sara, interesting. I knew a Sara once, he thought to himself. Wonder if she’d like to hear that story. Probably not, not yet anyhow. He looked over at the woman he shared his vehicle with. Nice. Long, curly blond hair. Slim body, nice tits. Real pretty face, not gorgeous but pretty, innocent with a lot of her youth left in it. Long eyelashes over deep blue eyes. Almost a fuller, older version of…no it couldn’t be, he told himself. The name though, and the resemblance….could it be? Naah…she’d have to be miles away by now, Pittsburgh, wasn’t it? Yeah, she’d gone away to Pittsburgh for college. Just another bitch, he reminded himself, and you know how they are. Great looks and they think they can have anything at the snap of their precious manicured fingers. Keep it in Leonard, he whispered to himself, don’t let it show.
He truly enjoyed this part of the Game. Knowing that he was in complete control over the situation. Seeing the appreciative look in their eyes as their sudden rescuer. The cat-and-mouse. It was almost better than springing the trap…almost. His hatred and rage had cooled to a controlled and directed evil over the years, and he could play with the best of them. Quite the charmer he’d learned to be, and it served him well.
“Thank God you came by, Scott…”said Sara as she wiped a bead of sweat from her glistening brow, “I thought I was never going to get to Delaware.”
“Delaware? Is that where you’re headed” he asked, keeping his tone light and interested.
“Yeah…long story. How close are you getting, anyway?”
“Today is your lucky day, my traveling friend….” he said in his fake drawl that always set the ladies at ease. “It turns out that you and I are headed to the same place.”
Same place, alright, he thought to himself…but there ain’t no Delaware where we’re headed.
Time passed as it does, and the two travelers passed the time with chit-chat and the inevitable life story from Sara. When she reached the part where she started talking about her summer fun after high school, he was about to change the subject in a subtle way. God, he hated having to put up with these cackling hens, but it made them feel better, and more relaxed. Made his work much easier. He stopped himself short, however, when she mentioned the town he had grown up in. The coincidence was just too much, and he felt a coolly controlled excitement build. It may yet prove to be a major disappointment, he reminded himself. But when she began to speak of a horrible boy she’d grown up with, he almost gasped out loud. Only years of self-taught restraint kept him from making her immediately suspicious. It was then that he glanced to his passenger’s side view mirror. He made the move look natural, as if he were checking traffic, but what Leonard was really doing was getting a better look at the woman’s pretty face. He almost died there on the spot. Above her lip was a small but prominent scar.
It WAS her!! It was the same Sara that had so cruelly tormented him all those years back! Her and her little bitch friends… He kept his face cool, but his mind was reeling. Her and those little minxes, laughing at his helplessness, his embarrassment. Not only that, but his crushed heart. The torment of having it all inflicted by the one he truly cared about for so long. Those evil conniving little bitches I hate them I hate all of them I’m going to show them once and for all they will never forget who I am after I get through with them I’m gonna teach them all to respect me I’m gonna get everyone of them I’m gonna……
He managed to stop the torrent of teen-age memories. He needed control. He would have control. He was a man now, one who got what he wanted. This was His game, his life. And he smiled inwardly at the thought of having the one who started it all right here next to him. He was going to enjoy this like nothing else he’d ever enjoyed. She was going to pay…and pay hard.
Leonard pulled the van into a rest stop. They had passed many, but he wanted this one. He knew these roads, they were his second home. This one rarely had anyone in it at this time. It was run-down, dilapidated, forgotten by the Garden State’s clean-up program. But it still had a working bathroom, so the State kept it open.
“Sorry, I really need to make a pit-stop. Won’t take but a second, and then we’ll get you off to your new life, my dear.” He smiled at her with a look that could have made an ice-queen melt.
“Take your time,” Sara replied, “You’ve been so kind to me, I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate this.” God he was good-looking, she thought to herself. Yet there was something vaguely familiar about him, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on…
Her thoughts stopped there as Leonard sprung his trap. He was practiced at it, and very efficient. He shot his right arm out, grabbing Sara’s hair by the back of the head. His left hand grabbed the hypodermic needle nestled in it’s tiny holster on the side of his seat. He loved this part. The look of fear in her eyes. The confused look of utter betrayal. They rarely fought back, they rarely had the time. They were always so surprised. Little bitches think they’re so cool and strong, and then they completely freeze in a crisis. He jabbed the needle with the fast-acting tranquilizer into her arm and pulled her frightened face inches from hers.
“Remember me, Bitch?” was all Sara heard before the sight of the twin points of fire of his eyes faded to gray, then to black…
Sara returned to consciousness slowly, not really knowing where she was. For a moment, she thought she was waking for the last time in her bed, and reminded herself to throw her clock radio in her backpack….her backpack…the road…the van…the rest stop…It all came flooding back. She immediately tried to scream, but only a muffled sound escaped her lips. She bit down and felt a rubber ball stuffed in her mouth. She could feel the clasp in the back that was cruelly snarled in her hair. She was on her knees, and felt thick straps of some sort pinning her feet to…to what? She looked around and saw metal walls and a black curtain. She knew that she was in the back of the windowless van. Only the dim, red dome light allowed her to see the shackles that bound her wrists together and pulled them up too tightly to the ceiling of the van where the chain between the shackles was bolted. Sara could not pull her arms down at all, and the tension was starting to be felt in her shoulders and elbows. She also noticed to her dismay, that her clothing, except for her red bikini panties, had been removed.
Leonard stepped through the curtain and into what he called his holding cell. Phase One.
“Awake, I see…” he said while grabbing Sara’s chin in his hand. His face was quite different from the kind man who had offered her a ride, it was twisted and snarling. It was evil.
“Think, sweet Sara, think….is it coming back? The woods? 1986? A certain…misunderstood young man?”
Oh God, Sara thought to herself, there’s no way in hell it could be him! He was an ugly teenager back then…but there was something about the eyes staring into her. They held that same venom of a helpless young man from so many years ago. It was him!! He had changed for sure, but it was Leonard. And she was his captive. She struggled furiously, but all she managed to do was wriggle her body around, and Leonard seemed quite amused by it.
“Don’t bother, Sara. I’ve done this many, many times…and I’ve got it down to a science. You’re not going anywhere. We’re alone in the dark in this abandoned lot, and we are going to have some fun before I bring you to the Doghouse.”
That was what he called it, for that’s what they became…his pets, his possessions.
Sara was mumbling helplessly into the cruel ball-gag, and Leonard laughed.
“I have waited for this for a long time, bitch. I never even thought it would happen. Imagine my surprise at finding you after all these years. We have so many things to catch up on. Remember this?” he grabbed her breast. “You guys hated that, but all I wanted was a little attention. So I was screwed up. I loved you all in my own little way, but you had to go and ruin it didn’t you? And I’ll bet you remember this? The bondage? Only this time it’s you, my pretty victim, and not me. And I’m sure you remember …this….”
Without warning, Leonard put his fingers under the arms of the tied-up Sara and began to tickle her wildly. No build-up, no teasing. Just an instantaneous tickle attack on the helpless woman. Fingers probed her smooth, hairless skin as she bucked and pulled at her unbreakable bonds. She was screaming under her gag, and Leonard was reveling in her torment.
“You like that, bitch? Huh? You like it done to you? How about here?”
He grabbed both of her sides and squeezed his fingers into the tender flesh. The skin rubbed against the muscle of the stretched female in a flurry of motion and sent electric darts into her brain. Her eyes were clenched shut as if she were avoiding the light of the sun. Tears flowed from their corners. Her body was wracked with involuntary spasms. There was no where to go, nowhere to move. Her tied body was his to do whatever he wished with. And he was not gentle about it. There was no light tickling of the taut skin, no teasing, no “Kitchie-Koo”s. This was not a game. This was torture, and she deserved it, Leonard knew. Years of bottled-up rage was rushing out of his dark mind and into his cruel fingers. Sara was no more than the recipient of that wrath. All of the others were just dusty little memories on a forgotten shelf. It was like the first time all over again.
“Feel it!! Tickles like hell doesn’t it??” Leonard spat between gritted teeth, “And you’ve only got me to deal with, bitch! I had seven of you! Yeah, just me…..but, oh how I’m going to make up for that!”
With that he reached around her waist and pulled her right up close to him, his left hand grasping her right side from around her back. He looked into her tormented eyes, brimming with tears.
“I would really hate to be you in about three seconds……”
He pointed his right index finger at her trapped side and slowly brought it into contact with the tight flesh. All the while the look of pleading in Sara’s eyes was priceless to him. She knew what was coming, and she knew that there was no way to stop it. What was issuing forth from her gagged mouth were probably pleads for mercy, but Leonard didn’t care. They were music to his ears, the muffled cries of a terrified, bound female realizing for the first time that tickle-torture was not something to be toyed with. It was real, it was horrible.
Leonard’s pointed finger came to rest on an isolated spot on Sara’s belly two inches inward from her taut side and about three inches above her protruding hipbone. The very touch at that spot made Sara start to giggle through the mouth-filling gag. But what Leonard did next got no giggles but pure muffled screams of torture out of her. He pressed the finger in hard, and slowly moved in circles, tickling one solitary weak spot. The pace picked up and soon the finger was flying in place over the tender ticklish flesh. Sara was a ball of raw nerves. Her eyes again squeezed shut, and her mind went blank to anything but the feeling of the cruel tickles being inflicted on her poor body. Over and over, Leonard found more isolated spots on her tight belly and sides. Every single one was given the same torture, never relenting until the woman’s mind finally shut down. He was a man possessed, and was still tickling her when he realized that she was no longer among the conscious. Her body hung limp from the unforgiving shackles. Her gag wet with the drool forced around it by her unheard screams. Her skin red. Leonard was pleased, but not sated. This was only the beginning, Sara, he said to no one as he stroked her face, and you should rest. We’re off to the Doghouse, where you’re going to learn some obedience and manners. A lifetime of manners…
Sara was still gagged when she again awoke from forced sleep. Only this time she wasn’t tied up in the back of a madman’s van. She was in what could only be described as a torture chamber. She was in the center of a large room with stone walls. Her near-naked body was laid flat out on some sort of table…a table designed with only one thing in mind. The utter and complete immobility of it’s occupant. Her arms and legs were splayed out in a cruel spread-eagle, with thick leather straps fastening the wrists and ankles to the table like pins in a science class butterfly. More straps were tightly fastened around her elbows, shins and knees, rendering her without the ability to even twitch a muscle.
And she was not alone.
The cold light of the room, provided only by single light bulbs hanging from the stone ceiling, showed several other women restrained on a myriad of cruel devices. There was a girl wrapped like a mummy, hung upside down, with her bare soles the victims of something out of a nightmare. Twin metronomes with light feathers attached to them were fastened to the wall above the cocooned female, stroking the tender feet in a relentless, never-ending rhythm of tickle torture. The eyes were the only other thing showing through the wrapping, even the mouth and head covered. And those eyes showed nothing but torment.
A woman in a pair of stocks mumbled under her own gag as a pair of goats licked God knew what off of her feet. Two more goats were licking her stretched flanks, her hands bound over head and useless in her defense.
A girl who couldn’t be more than eighteen or nineteen was strapped to a spinning wheel surrounded by a ring of feathers that brushed over her poor soles with every revolution. A pole was mounted in front of the wheel, with rubber prongs pointed at her tight, oil-soaked belly, every turn passing the ticklish flesh over and over the frictionless probes, tormenting her into madness.
There were more, but Sara had to close her eyes, and try to close her ears to the terrible sound of muffled screams, gagged cries for help or release. And she knew she wasn’t going to fare much better. She was in the very center of the room, on display. And she knew that Leonard was not going to go easy on her. He hated her, this she knew. Hell, she may even have been indirectly responsible for this.
And she was scared. The tickling in the van was utterly unbearable. She’d been tickled by boyfriends and her ex-husband before, but not like this. Leonard was a true torturer. She’d read in college about some societies using tickling as torture, but she always shrugged it off as silly. But now she knew what the ancient Romans, Russians and countless other civilizations knew. Tickling a helpless victim, hard and long, was probably the worst thing you could do to a person. There was no release, there was no bracing yourself, there was no hope of even being killed by the damage of torture. A skilled tickler, like she now knew Leonard to be, could keep a victim in utter agony for days on end. And that skilled tickler had just entered the room.
“Good morning Sara. I trust you slept well. My other pets didn’t keep you up all night with their whining did they?” He walked over to the poor hanging girl.
“This is Melissa. She has been here for a long time. Say hello to our new addition Melissa.” Leonard pulled away the wrapping from the girl’s mouth and pulled out the rag that was stuffed in it.
“H-H-Hello…aahhaaahhaaahaa. P-Pleased..hahaha..to m-meet…heehee (gasp)..youoooohooohaahaaa!!!”
“See how well behaved they are after awhile?” He intoned “Now tell Sara how much fun you have here.”
“I L-Love..HAHA it…(HeeHeeeeeheee) Heee-eeerreee!!!! Master is so n-nice (Haahaaa) to us!! OOOHAAAHHAAHEEE!!!!”
“Now tell Sara how much you are going to love your next hour in the Cocoon.”
The girl started to wriggle in her wrappings. “Anoth-ther…hahahah…HOUR???? NOOO!!!!! P-Pleeeeaaasseee!!!!!HAAAHAAHEEHEEE. No M-More..HAAHAAH, I’ve been G-Good!!!!NOOOOHAAHAAHAA!! You s-said I was …haahaaheehee…done when you g-got (gasp..Hahahaha) back!!!!”
“Are you questioning my decisions, young lady?” Said Leonard in a stern voice.
“No-no Master!!! I w-would NEVER d-do…hehehehaha…that!”
“You know the punishment for disobedience, Melissa.”
“N-No..P-PLEEEEAAASSEEE????!!!?!?”
Leonard pulled away some of the wrapping around the girl’s slender waist. He exposed several inches of smooth flesh. Gripping her side, he cruelly dug in, tickling the quivering middle.
“NOOOO!!!!!PPPLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!AAAHHAAHAAHHEEEHEEEHEEAAAIIIIGGGHHHH!!!!OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!!NONONONONOHAAHAAHEEEE!!!! I”L BE GOOOOODDD!!!!!AAAHHAAHHEEEHEE!!”
Leonard stopped for a moment, walking over to the woman in the stocks. Unshackling her hands and releasing her trapped soles, her pulled her over to the wrapped young girl. Her gag remained in place, as Leonard replaced the one silencing the hung female.
“Linda…you are going to tickle Melissa right here,” he said pointing to the flesh he had bared, now exposing the poor girl’s entire midriff. “You will not stop for one hour. If you do, you will spend two in the Cocoon. Have I made myself clear?”
The gagged woman, relieved at temporarily escaping the goats, shook her head Yes several times. She began the torment of the mummified girl’s belly. She wiggled like a snake in her devious bondage, only herself and God knowing what words of begging the gag turned into muffled screams.
“See how it is here, Sara?” He said to the woman who watched this whole exchange in abject horror. “Obedience is demanded. Obedience is rewarded. Disobedience is punished, hard and fast. Punishment is given out also at my whim, simply because it pleases me. I am Master here, do not forget that. And you…” he said as he walked around the table, lightly stroking Sara in various places, making her twitch, “Are going to please me very, very much. Vengeance, like wine, takes years to mature to it’s full potential, and also like wine…it is best served cold.” Sara would have groaned at the overused saying, if Leonard hadn’t made it sound so chillingly true.
“I am going to remove the gag from your pretty mouth. Scream if you wish, but you are in the Doghouse now. Soundproofed, and miles from anywhere. We are also thirty feet underground. So do yourself a favor and save your strength.”
The gag was roughly pulled from Sara’s aching jaws, and to Leonard’s surprise she did not try to scream, as most of the others did at first. She caught her breath, and looked him in the eye.
“Leonard,” she said as calmly as she could, “You must know that this is wrong. We were young, it was a long time ago. I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused you. If you just let me go, I promise I….”
“Oh do Shut up, bitch!” spat Leonard. “Do you think that I did all of this just for you? You may have had something to do with sending me on this path, but I never expected to catch up with you. I do this for fun. This is my life, and you women are merely my pets. So don’t go flattering yourself, ok? You are nothing but another piece of flesh to me. Well…maybe not just any piece of flesh…..”
He looked the bound woman up and down. She had grown up well, he thought. The tightness of her bondage accentuated her curves, added a sheen to her smooth skin. He could even see the tiny, almost transparent hairs on her body. Hairs that were now standing as goosebumps, either in fear or the chill of the room. He longed to have her like this for almost two decades. She was the driving force in the back of his mind throughout all of this, regardless of what he told her. This was because of her, and it would come back to her. A thousand fold.
“You can see I’ve spent quite an amount of money on this place. It has many…accessories to keep my girls occupied.” Leonard continued speaking as he began to assemble something that Sara couldn’t even begin to guess at. “I have many things taking up my valuable time, so I like to keep my pets entertained while I’m gone. This is something I’ve recently come up with that I think you are going to become very attached to. Or rather IT attached to YOU.”
Leonard had constructed a ring over the top of her. It was steel tubing about two inches thick and made a low arch over the center of her body. She could see that there were holes through the steel rung, placed at even intervals. Leonard strapped her down even more, adding a strap over her hips and one over each upper thigh.
“Comfy?,” he asked as Sara simply fought to hold back tears. The fear of what this madman was going to do to her was mounting, and she was sure she would go insane with the sheer anticipation of whatever cruel torment he had in mind for her.
He reached into a box and pulled out several thin, rubber tipped vibrators. With an evil grin at Sara, he began placing them through the holes in the bar arching over her middle. He pushed them against her skin and adjusted each one to make a fair amount of pressure against the chosen spots of her tightly stretched belly before locking them in place by tightening the small screws that held each one in place. Sara felt the tips of the vibrators on her sides, over her belly, and at all the points Leonard had discovered in her van torture. They almost tickled just pressing into her skin, and several giggles did escape her lips during their attachment.
“Now Sara…shall we turn these little beauties on, one by one by one?” He poised his hand over the button on the back of one of the vibrators.
“Please, Leonard, no! I’m begging you! If you want obedience, I’ll give it to you. Anything!,” her words were coming in a flood of begging, usually heard by those about to be executed. “I’ll give you sex, I’ll cook, I’ll mow the lawn in a string bikini,…anything, just please let me out of this! No tickling! Please don’t tickle me anymore, don’t tickle meeee, pleeeeaaasseee???” the tears had started to come.
Leonard’s cruel finger pressed the button on the back of the first vibrator pointed into Sara’s waist. The response was immediate.
“NOOO!!!!!!ST-TOOPAAHAHAHAHHEEEHEHEAAAWWWWAAHHHHHNOOOOOAAAIIIIIIII!!!!”
Leonard pressed the button on the next heartless device. This one was poised at the spot he’d discovered in the van.
“NO..HAHAHA..HEHEHEHEEEE..NO..HA..(gasp)..HAHAHA…(GASSSP)..AH..AH..HAHAHAHHE!!”
He slid his hand down the length of the arch, flicking each vibrator on in succession. Sara’s middle was being attacked at seven points by the merciless vibrating ticklers. Her begging was now a series of gasps and cries. Seven points of torture for seven evil girls. He hadn’t planned it that way when he was designing this tickle-torture device, but the coincidence was not lost on him.
“I almost forgot….I added another little surprise…I think you will find this…Most stimulating.”
Leonard pressed a button at the side of the table and the arch began to roll on the sliders it was built on. The entire arch moved six inches up Sara’s body, then back down again. The rubber tipped vibrators conformed to Sara’s every subtle curve as the cruel machine delivered possibly the worst tickling ever devised by man. Leonard walked to the head of the table.
“Lovely feeling isn’t it, bitch? To be helpless and tickled? And this is just the beginning, my new doggie, because there are many other surprises coming your way….”
“NNNOOOOOAAAHAHAHAHAAAIIIAAIIIIAAIIII!!! T-TURN..HAHAHAHA…IHEEHEEHAAWWWAHAWAHA..OOOFFFFF!!!!PLEEEEAAASSEEEENOMORENOMORENOMORE……OHGODOHGODNOOO!!!AAAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEEOWOWOWONOOOOO!!!!”
“Such lovely, smooth armpits you have, sweet Sara…..” Leonard said as he went about initiating the next phase in Sara’s utter breaking. He had taken the motors out of several of the metronomes he’d used in designing the Cocoon torture, and rigged them to a series of tubular stands. Wires ran along the lengths of the tubes until they ended in what they provided power to….the motorized pendulums of the metronomes, ending in an attached feather. A wicked looking, sharp feather. One at each helpless trapped armpit was pointed into position by the mad Leonard. The switches were thrown.
If Sara thought she couldn’t scream any louder, she was wrong. From somewhere in the recesses of her tortured soul, she found a way to voice her newest torment. The feeling of the feathers stroking her taut armpits was in sharp contrast to the powerful tickling of her midriff, and it gave her a new sensation to process. The screams were like that of the hounds of Hell.
“NNNNOOOOAAAAAAIIIIII!!!!! AIIIII!!!!!….HHEEEELLLPPPPMMMEEEEEEEPPLLEEEAASSEEE!!!!HAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEOHNONONONONO…..(GAASSSPPPP) ST-TOP..ITTICKLESITTICKLES!!!!NOOOOAAAHAHAHHEEEHEEHEEHNOMORENOMORENOMORE!!!!”
Leonard watched with no mercy as the machine he had created tickle-tortured the woman who had created him. He was rock hard from watching her suffer, but he gave it no heed. Now was not the time for that. This was about torture. Nothing more…and nothing close to less. He’d take out his lust on one of his other doggies later. He wasn’t going to give Sara even that satisfaction. Her body was held tight, but the muscles underneath could be seen to ripple and spasm while she wriggled with all her might against the unforgiving bondage. Leonard, ready for the next phase, pressed a button that alternated the two torture devices. He didn’t want his captive getting to used to any of the tickling sensations. While Sara was still reeling from trying to cope with different torments, Leonard unleashed hell.
Two very small rods with rollers were the next objects of torture, mounted on a belt drive and placed against the struggling woman’s tight, protruding ribcage. Rolling over and over the ribs, one by one, back and forth, each rib tickled Sara, clamoring for her attention. Her ribcage was no longer one part of her body, but many, many points of tickled unholiness. The begging stopped, anything resembling English was gone. Sara was screaming at the top of her burning lungs. She continued screaming as Leonard took the softest of all brushes and used it to coat Sara’s naked, helpless soles with something she never did identify. That was bad enough, causing the tickled woman to stop screaming and start hitching in spasms. But when Leonard released the goats that were formerly Linda’s mode of torture, Sara knew the true meaning of ticklish feet. Her pinned ankles hurt as she tried in vain to escape the rough tounges of the stupid, hungry beasts. It was the only constant. Leonard had rigged his machine quite nicely. It wasn’t as hard as he’d thought. It wasn’t as fantastic as some of the machines he’d read about in tickling fiction, but judging from the squirming form of poor Sara, it worked. The vibrators torturing her sides and belly, the feathers tickling her armpits, the rollers horribly tormenting her ribs…all were alternating in their attack. Just when Sara would almost adjust to one torture, another started. The goats licked her bare soles red. The wiggling toes got no respite, as wet goat tounge found it’s way between them. The torture of her feet was nothing short of Satanic.
“Well, Sara…” Said Leonard after watching his pretty captive suffer for almost a half-hour now, “I must be going. But let me make you more comfortable before I do.”
“AAAAHHHAHA…(gasp)…ST-STOOPPP!!!!…(Gasp, hitch)..No…HAHAHEHEHEMOORREE!!!!! NOOOAAAIIIGGGHHHAAIIGGHHH….PL-PL-PLEEEAASEEE..MMMNNNNPPPHHHH!!!!”
The last was cut off as Leonard reinserted the cruel ball-gag into Sara’s twisted mouth. The last of his surprises was put into place as he pulled the last strap over her head and buckled it down. It covered her eyes, blinding her to what was left of her world. Her head could no longer even thrash. Leonard even stole her hearing, inserting small earplugs as his final degradation. Sara had been reduced from a beautiful woman to nothing more than a bundle of nerve endings, a tortured, tickled piece of squirming, wiggling flesh. Her eyes were streaming tears which leaked out from under the blinding strap. Leonard was pleased at the unadulterated Hell he was causing the poor, insanely ticklish woman…and would continue to cause for a long…long…time.
“I’ll be back to check on you after the game, Sara,” he said to his victim, knowing she couldn’t hear him, but doing it more for his own benefit. It sounded good in his ears. “It’s been a long day, and watching your tickled suffering has truly worn me out. After the game’s over, we’ll discuss your continuing obedience. You are mine now, to do with as I please. It’s taken almost twenty years, bitch, but you are….mine….FOREVER.”
Leonard walked out of the room and closed the door. From behind it he could barely hear the muffled sounds of his bound, gagged and tickle-tortured pets. He popped open a beer to watch his game. What a great day. About the only thing that broke his mood was the game being interrupted for a special bulletin. Something about another stupid woman disappearing. Probably kidnapped, he thought. Those vixens always caused there own trouble, and some psycho was always there to take advantage of it.
What was this world coming to?
The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking
By Dave2112
Somewhere in New Jersey…August 1986
The midday sun was the only witness as the girls in Leonard’s neighborhood unwittingly changed his life. He was not a well-liked kid, and the young girls had had about enough of his annoying attempts to win their affections. It was the summer after senior year, and the 18-year-old young women were preparing for the wonders of college. But there was one thing to deal with first…Leonard. Leonard wasn’t one for subtlety even at the innocent age of 18, and his wandering hands had found their way into many a young girl’s shirt. Together, the seven girls who lived on the quiet street hatched a plan to teach Leonard how inappropriate his unwelcome touches were. They wished to make him remember them, as they would have a hard time ever forgetting him. Finding him in his usual spot in the woods of the small northern town, under a tree and torturing insects, one of the girls, the prettiest and highest on Leonard’s wish list, approached him. For an inexperienced young woman, she did quite a job of keeping him distracted with her flirtatious banter, while the others crept through the woods, supplies in hand. Leonard was a big boy, but there were seven of them…all thirsty for revenge. After a struggle which left his distractor with a split lip, Leonard found himself tied to the tree. The girls did not want to hurt him, but they did want him utterly humiliated. Sara, the one with the split lip and Leonard’s favorite started it all by verbally berating not only him, but his chances at ever becoming a man. Young women can be cruel, and these seven were pissed off to boot. Then the torture began. Sara began tickling the helpless young man, and the others followed suit. For the remainder of the afternoon, seven hours, they mercilessly paid him back for his years of unwanted attention.
He returned home after being released, broken and humiliated. His room was a war zone, his weeping and cursing a barrage of deadly threats and vows. He would get them, he swore…not just those seven, but ALL of them…all girls…all the pretty things he couldn’t have, all the tender flesh that would be denied him after the girls told their story to the whole neighborhood, which he was sure they would do, adding to his humiliation and therefore his rage. It would be his life’s work…
Summer, 2001...
The long winding roads of New Jersey’s interior sped under the wheels of a windowless van. A big one, one for a man, not those little mini-vans of the stereotypical soccer moms. Four feet of ass end added on, tons of Detroit’s best steel wrapped around a thundering diesel engine. And a paint job as black as the heart of the man behind the wheel.
Leonard enjoyed his Sunday drives as he called them. Zeppelin on the stereo, the unsmoked half of a joint in the ashtray and the scenery passing by. He shot a glance in the rear view mirror, and still felt the surge of pride at what he’d accomplished with so little. Financial security, due to the ingenious household inventions he’d created with the knowledge from his degree in Engineering. College…what a joke that had been. Study, work, study, work. But it had been worth it. And looks. Yes…the looks. If anyone who knew him growing up could see him now. It’s amazing what modern medical technology can do for the less-than-attractive and filthy rich. Capped teeth, contacts, liposuction, laser facial reconstruction…the works. His financial stability also bought him a new identity, several in fact. He used them well, and they kept the authorities light-years away from ever discovering his new life’s work…
The woman looked up and down the length of the road and sighed. How had she gotten to this point? Thirty-three years old and in the backwoods of New Jersey, trying in vain to hitchhike out of the God-forsaken place. No car, little money…and no one who cared. Her marriage of four years was a memory, and the bastard got everything. True, it was her affair that ended it, but the judge in the case was less than impartial, she thought, perhaps having been cheated on himself. So goes the Justice system, she joked to herself. And of course, their friends were actually his friends…so no support could be found there, only contempt. Family was a thing of the past, her parents having passed away several years ago. No siblings. Her one true friend, one that she had grown up with and the only one of her teen-age troupe that still kept in touch, offered her a place to stay, to perhaps start again. She’d offered to send her plane fare, but flight was out of the question, due to deep-seated phobia. Besides, she’d told her friend, it might be good to revert back to our wild teenage years. Ahh, those years. The wild, crazy things they’d done together. She remembered the skinny kid she’d been back then. Well, the years had taken care of that. She still looked good, just different. She’d filled out, a little later than most, but quite well. Her friend still pretty much looked the same as when they were young, free spirits, but she was almost unrecognizable to anyone who’d grown up with her. What memories of those times, she sighed again. They’d hitchhiked everywhere back then. Of course things in the world had changed a bit, and there was concern for her safety. Standing on this empty road now, she wished she had listened. Not because she felt unsafe, but because she hadn’t seen a vehicle in over two hours. It wasn’t that long a trip from New Jersey to Delaware, but it was if you walked the whole damn way, carrying all your worldly belongings in a pack on your back. She absent-mindedly scratched at the age-old scar on her upper lip.
She was snapped out of her reverie by the distant sight of a black speck that grew larger and louder. A van!!! Someone!!! She held out her thumb and tried her best to give the driver one second to see her doe-eyed look of despair. She only hoped a man was driving it, they were always suckers for the stranded woman routine. For a moment she thought the van would keep going right on past her, but she felt the first sigh of relief escape her lips since she departed that morning when the taillights flashed red. She ran to cover the short distance to the vehicle and found the passenger door already opened for her, her door to her next life, she thought. She didn’t know how right she was.
As she climbed aboard the lumbering beast, Leonard was taken aback, although he didn’t show it. There was something tugging at his brain, something he should know….something disturbingly familiar. He shrugged it off and played his part with the calm detachment of years of practice.
“Hi, I’m…Scott” Leonard said to the woman who had plopped herself into his passenger seat. Scott, yeah, that’ll work for today.
“Pleased to meet you Scott, I’m Sara.” she offered her hand.
Sara, interesting. I knew a Sara once, he thought to himself. Wonder if she’d like to hear that story. Probably not, not yet anyhow. He looked over at the woman he shared his vehicle with. Nice. Long, curly blond hair. Slim body, nice tits. Real pretty face, not gorgeous but pretty, innocent with a lot of her youth left in it. Long eyelashes over deep blue eyes. Almost a fuller, older version of…no it couldn’t be, he told himself. The name though, and the resemblance….could it be? Naah…she’d have to be miles away by now, Pittsburgh, wasn’t it? Yeah, she’d gone away to Pittsburgh for college. Just another bitch, he reminded himself, and you know how they are. Great looks and they think they can have anything at the snap of their precious manicured fingers. Keep it in Leonard, he whispered to himself, don’t let it show.
He truly enjoyed this part of the Game. Knowing that he was in complete control over the situation. Seeing the appreciative look in their eyes as their sudden rescuer. The cat-and-mouse. It was almost better than springing the trap…almost. His hatred and rage had cooled to a controlled and directed evil over the years, and he could play with the best of them. Quite the charmer he’d learned to be, and it served him well.
“Thank God you came by, Scott…”said Sara as she wiped a bead of sweat from her glistening brow, “I thought I was never going to get to Delaware.”
“Delaware? Is that where you’re headed” he asked, keeping his tone light and interested.
“Yeah…long story. How close are you getting, anyway?”
“Today is your lucky day, my traveling friend….” he said in his fake drawl that always set the ladies at ease. “It turns out that you and I are headed to the same place.”
Same place, alright, he thought to himself…but there ain’t no Delaware where we’re headed.
Time passed as it does, and the two travelers passed the time with chit-chat and the inevitable life story from Sara. When she reached the part where she started talking about her summer fun after high school, he was about to change the subject in a subtle way. God, he hated having to put up with these cackling hens, but it made them feel better, and more relaxed. Made his work much easier. He stopped himself short, however, when she mentioned the town he had grown up in. The coincidence was just too much, and he felt a coolly controlled excitement build. It may yet prove to be a major disappointment, he reminded himself. But when she began to speak of a horrible boy she’d grown up with, he almost gasped out loud. Only years of self-taught restraint kept him from making her immediately suspicious. It was then that he glanced to his passenger’s side view mirror. He made the move look natural, as if he were checking traffic, but what Leonard was really doing was getting a better look at the woman’s pretty face. He almost died there on the spot. Above her lip was a small but prominent scar.
It WAS her!! It was the same Sara that had so cruelly tormented him all those years back! Her and her little bitch friends… He kept his face cool, but his mind was reeling. Her and those little minxes, laughing at his helplessness, his embarrassment. Not only that, but his crushed heart. The torment of having it all inflicted by the one he truly cared about for so long. Those evil conniving little bitches I hate them I hate all of them I’m going to show them once and for all they will never forget who I am after I get through with them I’m gonna teach them all to respect me I’m gonna get everyone of them I’m gonna……
He managed to stop the torrent of teen-age memories. He needed control. He would have control. He was a man now, one who got what he wanted. This was His game, his life. And he smiled inwardly at the thought of having the one who started it all right here next to him. He was going to enjoy this like nothing else he’d ever enjoyed. She was going to pay…and pay hard.
Leonard pulled the van into a rest stop. They had passed many, but he wanted this one. He knew these roads, they were his second home. This one rarely had anyone in it at this time. It was run-down, dilapidated, forgotten by the Garden State’s clean-up program. But it still had a working bathroom, so the State kept it open.
“Sorry, I really need to make a pit-stop. Won’t take but a second, and then we’ll get you off to your new life, my dear.” He smiled at her with a look that could have made an ice-queen melt.
“Take your time,” Sara replied, “You’ve been so kind to me, I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate this.” God he was good-looking, she thought to herself. Yet there was something vaguely familiar about him, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on…
Her thoughts stopped there as Leonard sprung his trap. He was practiced at it, and very efficient. He shot his right arm out, grabbing Sara’s hair by the back of the head. His left hand grabbed the hypodermic needle nestled in it’s tiny holster on the side of his seat. He loved this part. The look of fear in her eyes. The confused look of utter betrayal. They rarely fought back, they rarely had the time. They were always so surprised. Little bitches think they’re so cool and strong, and then they completely freeze in a crisis. He jabbed the needle with the fast-acting tranquilizer into her arm and pulled her frightened face inches from hers.
“Remember me, Bitch?” was all Sara heard before the sight of the twin points of fire of his eyes faded to gray, then to black…
Sara returned to consciousness slowly, not really knowing where she was. For a moment, she thought she was waking for the last time in her bed, and reminded herself to throw her clock radio in her backpack….her backpack…the road…the van…the rest stop…It all came flooding back. She immediately tried to scream, but only a muffled sound escaped her lips. She bit down and felt a rubber ball stuffed in her mouth. She could feel the clasp in the back that was cruelly snarled in her hair. She was on her knees, and felt thick straps of some sort pinning her feet to…to what? She looked around and saw metal walls and a black curtain. She knew that she was in the back of the windowless van. Only the dim, red dome light allowed her to see the shackles that bound her wrists together and pulled them up too tightly to the ceiling of the van where the chain between the shackles was bolted. Sara could not pull her arms down at all, and the tension was starting to be felt in her shoulders and elbows. She also noticed to her dismay, that her clothing, except for her red bikini panties, had been removed.
Leonard stepped through the curtain and into what he called his holding cell. Phase One.
“Awake, I see…” he said while grabbing Sara’s chin in his hand. His face was quite different from the kind man who had offered her a ride, it was twisted and snarling. It was evil.
“Think, sweet Sara, think….is it coming back? The woods? 1986? A certain…misunderstood young man?”
Oh God, Sara thought to herself, there’s no way in hell it could be him! He was an ugly teenager back then…but there was something about the eyes staring into her. They held that same venom of a helpless young man from so many years ago. It was him!! He had changed for sure, but it was Leonard. And she was his captive. She struggled furiously, but all she managed to do was wriggle her body around, and Leonard seemed quite amused by it.
“Don’t bother, Sara. I’ve done this many, many times…and I’ve got it down to a science. You’re not going anywhere. We’re alone in the dark in this abandoned lot, and we are going to have some fun before I bring you to the Doghouse.”
That was what he called it, for that’s what they became…his pets, his possessions.
Sara was mumbling helplessly into the cruel ball-gag, and Leonard laughed.
“I have waited for this for a long time, bitch. I never even thought it would happen. Imagine my surprise at finding you after all these years. We have so many things to catch up on. Remember this?” he grabbed her breast. “You guys hated that, but all I wanted was a little attention. So I was screwed up. I loved you all in my own little way, but you had to go and ruin it didn’t you? And I’ll bet you remember this? The bondage? Only this time it’s you, my pretty victim, and not me. And I’m sure you remember …this….”
Without warning, Leonard put his fingers under the arms of the tied-up Sara and began to tickle her wildly. No build-up, no teasing. Just an instantaneous tickle attack on the helpless woman. Fingers probed her smooth, hairless skin as she bucked and pulled at her unbreakable bonds. She was screaming under her gag, and Leonard was reveling in her torment.
“You like that, bitch? Huh? You like it done to you? How about here?”
He grabbed both of her sides and squeezed his fingers into the tender flesh. The skin rubbed against the muscle of the stretched female in a flurry of motion and sent electric darts into her brain. Her eyes were clenched shut as if she were avoiding the light of the sun. Tears flowed from their corners. Her body was wracked with involuntary spasms. There was no where to go, nowhere to move. Her tied body was his to do whatever he wished with. And he was not gentle about it. There was no light tickling of the taut skin, no teasing, no “Kitchie-Koo”s. This was not a game. This was torture, and she deserved it, Leonard knew. Years of bottled-up rage was rushing out of his dark mind and into his cruel fingers. Sara was no more than the recipient of that wrath. All of the others were just dusty little memories on a forgotten shelf. It was like the first time all over again.
“Feel it!! Tickles like hell doesn’t it??” Leonard spat between gritted teeth, “And you’ve only got me to deal with, bitch! I had seven of you! Yeah, just me…..but, oh how I’m going to make up for that!”
With that he reached around her waist and pulled her right up close to him, his left hand grasping her right side from around her back. He looked into her tormented eyes, brimming with tears.
“I would really hate to be you in about three seconds……”
He pointed his right index finger at her trapped side and slowly brought it into contact with the tight flesh. All the while the look of pleading in Sara’s eyes was priceless to him. She knew what was coming, and she knew that there was no way to stop it. What was issuing forth from her gagged mouth were probably pleads for mercy, but Leonard didn’t care. They were music to his ears, the muffled cries of a terrified, bound female realizing for the first time that tickle-torture was not something to be toyed with. It was real, it was horrible.
Leonard’s pointed finger came to rest on an isolated spot on Sara’s belly two inches inward from her taut side and about three inches above her protruding hipbone. The very touch at that spot made Sara start to giggle through the mouth-filling gag. But what Leonard did next got no giggles but pure muffled screams of torture out of her. He pressed the finger in hard, and slowly moved in circles, tickling one solitary weak spot. The pace picked up and soon the finger was flying in place over the tender ticklish flesh. Sara was a ball of raw nerves. Her eyes again squeezed shut, and her mind went blank to anything but the feeling of the cruel tickles being inflicted on her poor body. Over and over, Leonard found more isolated spots on her tight belly and sides. Every single one was given the same torture, never relenting until the woman’s mind finally shut down. He was a man possessed, and was still tickling her when he realized that she was no longer among the conscious. Her body hung limp from the unforgiving shackles. Her gag wet with the drool forced around it by her unheard screams. Her skin red. Leonard was pleased, but not sated. This was only the beginning, Sara, he said to no one as he stroked her face, and you should rest. We’re off to the Doghouse, where you’re going to learn some obedience and manners. A lifetime of manners…
Sara was still gagged when she again awoke from forced sleep. Only this time she wasn’t tied up in the back of a madman’s van. She was in what could only be described as a torture chamber. She was in the center of a large room with stone walls. Her near-naked body was laid flat out on some sort of table…a table designed with only one thing in mind. The utter and complete immobility of it’s occupant. Her arms and legs were splayed out in a cruel spread-eagle, with thick leather straps fastening the wrists and ankles to the table like pins in a science class butterfly. More straps were tightly fastened around her elbows, shins and knees, rendering her without the ability to even twitch a muscle.
And she was not alone.
The cold light of the room, provided only by single light bulbs hanging from the stone ceiling, showed several other women restrained on a myriad of cruel devices. There was a girl wrapped like a mummy, hung upside down, with her bare soles the victims of something out of a nightmare. Twin metronomes with light feathers attached to them were fastened to the wall above the cocooned female, stroking the tender feet in a relentless, never-ending rhythm of tickle torture. The eyes were the only other thing showing through the wrapping, even the mouth and head covered. And those eyes showed nothing but torment.
A woman in a pair of stocks mumbled under her own gag as a pair of goats licked God knew what off of her feet. Two more goats were licking her stretched flanks, her hands bound over head and useless in her defense.
A girl who couldn’t be more than eighteen or nineteen was strapped to a spinning wheel surrounded by a ring of feathers that brushed over her poor soles with every revolution. A pole was mounted in front of the wheel, with rubber prongs pointed at her tight, oil-soaked belly, every turn passing the ticklish flesh over and over the frictionless probes, tormenting her into madness.
There were more, but Sara had to close her eyes, and try to close her ears to the terrible sound of muffled screams, gagged cries for help or release. And she knew she wasn’t going to fare much better. She was in the very center of the room, on display. And she knew that Leonard was not going to go easy on her. He hated her, this she knew. Hell, she may even have been indirectly responsible for this.
And she was scared. The tickling in the van was utterly unbearable. She’d been tickled by boyfriends and her ex-husband before, but not like this. Leonard was a true torturer. She’d read in college about some societies using tickling as torture, but she always shrugged it off as silly. But now she knew what the ancient Romans, Russians and countless other civilizations knew. Tickling a helpless victim, hard and long, was probably the worst thing you could do to a person. There was no release, there was no bracing yourself, there was no hope of even being killed by the damage of torture. A skilled tickler, like she now knew Leonard to be, could keep a victim in utter agony for days on end. And that skilled tickler had just entered the room.
“Good morning Sara. I trust you slept well. My other pets didn’t keep you up all night with their whining did they?” He walked over to the poor hanging girl.
“This is Melissa. She has been here for a long time. Say hello to our new addition Melissa.” Leonard pulled away the wrapping from the girl’s mouth and pulled out the rag that was stuffed in it.
“H-H-Hello…aahhaaahhaaahaa. P-Pleased..hahaha..to m-meet…heehee (gasp)..youoooohooohaahaaa!!!”
“See how well behaved they are after awhile?” He intoned “Now tell Sara how much fun you have here.”
“I L-Love..HAHA it…(HeeHeeeeeheee) Heee-eeerreee!!!! Master is so n-nice (Haahaaa) to us!! OOOHAAAHHAAHEEE!!!!”
“Now tell Sara how much you are going to love your next hour in the Cocoon.”
The girl started to wriggle in her wrappings. “Anoth-ther…hahahah…HOUR???? NOOO!!!!! P-Pleeeeaaasseee!!!!!HAAAHAAHEEHEEE. No M-More..HAAHAAH, I’ve been G-Good!!!!NOOOOHAAHAAHAA!! You s-said I was …haahaaheehee…done when you g-got (gasp..Hahahaha) back!!!!”
“Are you questioning my decisions, young lady?” Said Leonard in a stern voice.
“No-no Master!!! I w-would NEVER d-do…hehehehaha…that!”
“You know the punishment for disobedience, Melissa.”
“N-No..P-PLEEEEAAASSEEE????!!!?!?”
Leonard pulled away some of the wrapping around the girl’s slender waist. He exposed several inches of smooth flesh. Gripping her side, he cruelly dug in, tickling the quivering middle.
“NOOOO!!!!!PPPLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!AAAHHAAHAAHHEEEHEEEHEEAAAIIIIGGGHHHH!!!!OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!!NONONONONOHAAHAAHEEEE!!!! I”L BE GOOOOODDD!!!!!AAAHHAAHHEEEHEE!!”
Leonard stopped for a moment, walking over to the woman in the stocks. Unshackling her hands and releasing her trapped soles, her pulled her over to the wrapped young girl. Her gag remained in place, as Leonard replaced the one silencing the hung female.
“Linda…you are going to tickle Melissa right here,” he said pointing to the flesh he had bared, now exposing the poor girl’s entire midriff. “You will not stop for one hour. If you do, you will spend two in the Cocoon. Have I made myself clear?”
The gagged woman, relieved at temporarily escaping the goats, shook her head Yes several times. She began the torment of the mummified girl’s belly. She wiggled like a snake in her devious bondage, only herself and God knowing what words of begging the gag turned into muffled screams.
“See how it is here, Sara?” He said to the woman who watched this whole exchange in abject horror. “Obedience is demanded. Obedience is rewarded. Disobedience is punished, hard and fast. Punishment is given out also at my whim, simply because it pleases me. I am Master here, do not forget that. And you…” he said as he walked around the table, lightly stroking Sara in various places, making her twitch, “Are going to please me very, very much. Vengeance, like wine, takes years to mature to it’s full potential, and also like wine…it is best served cold.” Sara would have groaned at the overused saying, if Leonard hadn’t made it sound so chillingly true.
“I am going to remove the gag from your pretty mouth. Scream if you wish, but you are in the Doghouse now. Soundproofed, and miles from anywhere. We are also thirty feet underground. So do yourself a favor and save your strength.”
The gag was roughly pulled from Sara’s aching jaws, and to Leonard’s surprise she did not try to scream, as most of the others did at first. She caught her breath, and looked him in the eye.
“Leonard,” she said as calmly as she could, “You must know that this is wrong. We were young, it was a long time ago. I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused you. If you just let me go, I promise I….”
“Oh do Shut up, bitch!” spat Leonard. “Do you think that I did all of this just for you? You may have had something to do with sending me on this path, but I never expected to catch up with you. I do this for fun. This is my life, and you women are merely my pets. So don’t go flattering yourself, ok? You are nothing but another piece of flesh to me. Well…maybe not just any piece of flesh…..”
He looked the bound woman up and down. She had grown up well, he thought. The tightness of her bondage accentuated her curves, added a sheen to her smooth skin. He could even see the tiny, almost transparent hairs on her body. Hairs that were now standing as goosebumps, either in fear or the chill of the room. He longed to have her like this for almost two decades. She was the driving force in the back of his mind throughout all of this, regardless of what he told her. This was because of her, and it would come back to her. A thousand fold.
“You can see I’ve spent quite an amount of money on this place. It has many…accessories to keep my girls occupied.” Leonard continued speaking as he began to assemble something that Sara couldn’t even begin to guess at. “I have many things taking up my valuable time, so I like to keep my pets entertained while I’m gone. This is something I’ve recently come up with that I think you are going to become very attached to. Or rather IT attached to YOU.”
Leonard had constructed a ring over the top of her. It was steel tubing about two inches thick and made a low arch over the center of her body. She could see that there were holes through the steel rung, placed at even intervals. Leonard strapped her down even more, adding a strap over her hips and one over each upper thigh.
“Comfy?,” he asked as Sara simply fought to hold back tears. The fear of what this madman was going to do to her was mounting, and she was sure she would go insane with the sheer anticipation of whatever cruel torment he had in mind for her.
He reached into a box and pulled out several thin, rubber tipped vibrators. With an evil grin at Sara, he began placing them through the holes in the bar arching over her middle. He pushed them against her skin and adjusted each one to make a fair amount of pressure against the chosen spots of her tightly stretched belly before locking them in place by tightening the small screws that held each one in place. Sara felt the tips of the vibrators on her sides, over her belly, and at all the points Leonard had discovered in her van torture. They almost tickled just pressing into her skin, and several giggles did escape her lips during their attachment.
“Now Sara…shall we turn these little beauties on, one by one by one?” He poised his hand over the button on the back of one of the vibrators.
“Please, Leonard, no! I’m begging you! If you want obedience, I’ll give it to you. Anything!,” her words were coming in a flood of begging, usually heard by those about to be executed. “I’ll give you sex, I’ll cook, I’ll mow the lawn in a string bikini,…anything, just please let me out of this! No tickling! Please don’t tickle me anymore, don’t tickle meeee, pleeeeaaasseee???” the tears had started to come.
Leonard’s cruel finger pressed the button on the back of the first vibrator pointed into Sara’s waist. The response was immediate.
“NOOO!!!!!!ST-TOOPAAHAHAHAHHEEEHEHEAAAWWWWAAHHHHHNOOOOOAAAIIIIIIII!!!!”
Leonard pressed the button on the next heartless device. This one was poised at the spot he’d discovered in the van.
“NO..HAHAHA..HEHEHEHEEEE..NO..HA..(gasp)..HAHAHA…(GASSSP)..AH..AH..HAHAHAHHE!!”
He slid his hand down the length of the arch, flicking each vibrator on in succession. Sara’s middle was being attacked at seven points by the merciless vibrating ticklers. Her begging was now a series of gasps and cries. Seven points of torture for seven evil girls. He hadn’t planned it that way when he was designing this tickle-torture device, but the coincidence was not lost on him.
“I almost forgot….I added another little surprise…I think you will find this…Most stimulating.”
Leonard pressed a button at the side of the table and the arch began to roll on the sliders it was built on. The entire arch moved six inches up Sara’s body, then back down again. The rubber tipped vibrators conformed to Sara’s every subtle curve as the cruel machine delivered possibly the worst tickling ever devised by man. Leonard walked to the head of the table.
“Lovely feeling isn’t it, bitch? To be helpless and tickled? And this is just the beginning, my new doggie, because there are many other surprises coming your way….”
“NNNOOOOOAAAHAHAHAHAAAIIIAAIIIIAAIIII!!! T-TURN..HAHAHAHA…IHEEHEEHAAWWWAHAWAHA..OOOFFFFF!!!!PLEEEEAAASSEEEENOMORENOMORENOMORE……OHGODOHGODNOOO!!!AAAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEEOWOWOWONOOOOO!!!!”
“Such lovely, smooth armpits you have, sweet Sara…..” Leonard said as he went about initiating the next phase in Sara’s utter breaking. He had taken the motors out of several of the metronomes he’d used in designing the Cocoon torture, and rigged them to a series of tubular stands. Wires ran along the lengths of the tubes until they ended in what they provided power to….the motorized pendulums of the metronomes, ending in an attached feather. A wicked looking, sharp feather. One at each helpless trapped armpit was pointed into position by the mad Leonard. The switches were thrown.
If Sara thought she couldn’t scream any louder, she was wrong. From somewhere in the recesses of her tortured soul, she found a way to voice her newest torment. The feeling of the feathers stroking her taut armpits was in sharp contrast to the powerful tickling of her midriff, and it gave her a new sensation to process. The screams were like that of the hounds of Hell.
“NNNNOOOOAAAAAAIIIIII!!!!! AIIIII!!!!!….HHEEEELLLPPPPMMMEEEEEEEPPLLEEEAASSEEE!!!!HAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEOHNONONONONO…..(GAASSSPPPP) ST-TOP..ITTICKLESITTICKLES!!!!NOOOOAAAHAHAHHEEEHEEHEEHNOMORENOMORENOMORE!!!!”
Leonard watched with no mercy as the machine he had created tickle-tortured the woman who had created him. He was rock hard from watching her suffer, but he gave it no heed. Now was not the time for that. This was about torture. Nothing more…and nothing close to less. He’d take out his lust on one of his other doggies later. He wasn’t going to give Sara even that satisfaction. Her body was held tight, but the muscles underneath could be seen to ripple and spasm while she wriggled with all her might against the unforgiving bondage. Leonard, ready for the next phase, pressed a button that alternated the two torture devices. He didn’t want his captive getting to used to any of the tickling sensations. While Sara was still reeling from trying to cope with different torments, Leonard unleashed hell.
Two very small rods with rollers were the next objects of torture, mounted on a belt drive and placed against the struggling woman’s tight, protruding ribcage. Rolling over and over the ribs, one by one, back and forth, each rib tickled Sara, clamoring for her attention. Her ribcage was no longer one part of her body, but many, many points of tickled unholiness. The begging stopped, anything resembling English was gone. Sara was screaming at the top of her burning lungs. She continued screaming as Leonard took the softest of all brushes and used it to coat Sara’s naked, helpless soles with something she never did identify. That was bad enough, causing the tickled woman to stop screaming and start hitching in spasms. But when Leonard released the goats that were formerly Linda’s mode of torture, Sara knew the true meaning of ticklish feet. Her pinned ankles hurt as she tried in vain to escape the rough tounges of the stupid, hungry beasts. It was the only constant. Leonard had rigged his machine quite nicely. It wasn’t as hard as he’d thought. It wasn’t as fantastic as some of the machines he’d read about in tickling fiction, but judging from the squirming form of poor Sara, it worked. The vibrators torturing her sides and belly, the feathers tickling her armpits, the rollers horribly tormenting her ribs…all were alternating in their attack. Just when Sara would almost adjust to one torture, another started. The goats licked her bare soles red. The wiggling toes got no respite, as wet goat tounge found it’s way between them. The torture of her feet was nothing short of Satanic.
“Well, Sara…” Said Leonard after watching his pretty captive suffer for almost a half-hour now, “I must be going. But let me make you more comfortable before I do.”
“AAAAHHHAHA…(gasp)…ST-STOOPPP!!!!…(Gasp, hitch)..No…HAHAHEHEHEMOORREE!!!!! NOOOAAAIIIGGGHHHAAIIGGHHH….PL-PL-PLEEEAASEEE..MMMNNNNPPPHHHH!!!!”
The last was cut off as Leonard reinserted the cruel ball-gag into Sara’s twisted mouth. The last of his surprises was put into place as he pulled the last strap over her head and buckled it down. It covered her eyes, blinding her to what was left of her world. Her head could no longer even thrash. Leonard even stole her hearing, inserting small earplugs as his final degradation. Sara had been reduced from a beautiful woman to nothing more than a bundle of nerve endings, a tortured, tickled piece of squirming, wiggling flesh. Her eyes were streaming tears which leaked out from under the blinding strap. Leonard was pleased at the unadulterated Hell he was causing the poor, insanely ticklish woman…and would continue to cause for a long…long…time.
“I’ll be back to check on you after the game, Sara,” he said to his victim, knowing she couldn’t hear him, but doing it more for his own benefit. It sounded good in his ears. “It’s been a long day, and watching your tickled suffering has truly worn me out. After the game’s over, we’ll discuss your continuing obedience. You are mine now, to do with as I please. It’s taken almost twenty years, bitch, but you are….mine….FOREVER.”
Leonard walked out of the room and closed the door. From behind it he could barely hear the muffled sounds of his bound, gagged and tickle-tortured pets. He popped open a beer to watch his game. What a great day. About the only thing that broke his mood was the game being interrupted for a special bulletin. Something about another stupid woman disappearing. Probably kidnapped, he thought. Those vixens always caused there own trouble, and some psycho was always there to take advantage of it.
What was this world coming to?
