Dr. Bill Kobb
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[Disclaimer: Warning! The Terror Tales are an exercise in dark fantasy, and not meant for the squeamish. If you feel that depictions of tickling as torture are not your idea of interesting fiction, please read no further]
Slap! Slap!
“Wake-up, sleepyhead”
Chuck flinches as he opens his eyes amid the assault, “Whaa? Huh?”.
As his head clears, he becomes aware he is lying on the concrete floor of his auto-shop, half-naked, and seemingly unable to move his wrists or ankles.
Slap! Slap!
“ Ow! Alright, already!, he growls. “What is this?!?
“Oh, now Chuckie-poo, is that any way to greet me after a whole decade?”.
Craning his neck, Chucks eyes move up along a pair of shapely legs in tan nylons, a conservatively cut grey business-woman’s suit, and rest on the lovely-yet-stern face of…
“Who are you?”, he asks in mounting dismay as he becomes fully awake to the fact that his wrists and ankles are tightly bound.
“Oh, how I’ve longed for this day, Chuck Munroe, formerly of Grande Oaks, Mississippi. But then, it has been a full ten years. Plenty of time for you to forget, but not nearly long enough for me to ever stop remembering.”
The woman steps back several paces to the support beam in the middle of the shop and presses the green button on the electric hoist control dangling nearby. He realizes with mounting horror that his wrist-bindings are secured to the hoist-chain, as it begins lifting him first to his knees and then up onto his feet, until he’s suspended there near the middle of his own shop, just barely able to touch the floor with the tips of his toes.
Nervously, “Hey, c’mon, lady. Jokes a joke, right? I don’t know what this is…”, Chuck begins, trying to keep tabs on the woman, who hovers several feet behind him, no matter how much he attempts to wriggle his head around to speak to her.
“Since you won’t shut-up, Chuck, let’s see if this won’t keep you muzzled”, and with that the woman crams a large black-rubber ball-gag into his mouth, locking it swiftly and tightly behind his neck so that he nearly chokes with fury.
“Aaaalgh! Gahguhn!”.
The now utterly helpless man begins to furiously throw himself against his restraints, merely sending himself off balance and eliciting pleased laughter from his captor.
“That’s it, Chuck! Fight it with all your might, just like I did, ten years ago, you rat bastard”. With that, he stops his tantrum, panting and staring cautiously at the woman, who now stands directly in front of him. Suddenly, the dim light of recognition dawns on him, and with horror, he attempts, “Gnola?”.
“Oh, Chuck! You do remember me, after all!”, she laughs, casually nudging alongside her prisoner while running her fingertips slowly down his armpit and side, causing him to jerk wildly and again lose balance. “Ha Ha!”
Standing directly behind him now, the woman whispers, “That’s right, Chuck-o. It’s me, Nora, the little girl you and Will Hampstead tied dangling from a tree limb in the woods that afternoon, ten years ago this week!”.
“Gnuh-Gnuh!”
“Oh, don’t attempt to deny it, Chuck. I’ve already settled the score with Will. How do you think that I found out where you’ve been staying, you creep!”.
Yanking his boxers down, Nora begins running her fingertips up, down and around the torso of her captive, causing him to jerk reflexively. Already, a small trickle of spittle escaped the man’s tightly gagged mouth, and slowly, inexorably winds its way down his chest.
“Gahnahahunh-angh!”
“You sound like a moron, laughing behind that gag. It fits you. Tonight, you and I are going to relive the horror you put me through, Chuck.” And suddenly he feels the sharp pain of clamps on his nipples.
“Aaaaggh!”.
“Aw, poor little Chucky-boy! Doesn’t feel very nice, does it? And with that Nora strings the thread attached to the clamps around the support-beam, several feet away. Barely able to keep his balance without straining the already painful clamps, Chuck begins to do a sort of shuffling dance.
“Let’s see if we can make things even more interesting, shall we?”, and Nora tightly ties Chucks pants belt around his knees, causing him to assume an awkward stance with his back arched and his ass poking out, toes now barely touching the floor, first one foot, then the other. Chuck’s groans of agony as he yanks on the painful nipple clips elicit nothing but laughter from Nora.
“Now, what was it that came next, Chuck?”, purrs Nora, once again resuming her position behind her now quivering captive, making quick crablike grabbings along his sides and hips, and causing him to buck and teeter amusingly.
“Oh, you’ll be getting a lot more tickling before I’m though, Chuck. How long did the two of you torture me that afternoon, hmm?” she whispers, while a hand glides down to his balls, which she juggles ever so lightly in her fingertips. “Twenty minutes? A half hour? An hour? No, it was a full two hours you tortured me, wasn’t it, Chuck? I was screaming and crying behind the panties you shoved in my mouth, you son-of-a-bitch, but you two just kept on tickling me, causing me to jump around and ‘dance’ for you! Isn’t that how you put it, Chuck? It was all just good fun, right? After all, I was dancing and laughing behind that gag, wasn’t I?!? You think you’re hurting now, but wait until I really get to tickling you, Chuck. We haven’t even started yet!”, Nora punctuates this with a sharp testicular squeeze, and Chuck lets out a terrible yelp.
“But, there’s still one more piece of the puzzle to really make you relive what I went through, Chuck-o!”. And with a flourish, Nora produces a pink rubber dog-toy in the shape of a large bone. Crying now, Chuck whimpers more unintelligible gibberish behind the ball-gag, as a steady stream of drool cascades down his belly. “That’s right, Chuck. I saved it all these years, so that you’d feel the ultimate payback. You know where this squeak-toy is going, don’t you. And you know what’ll happen if you let it fall out, too, don't you?”
POW!
Slap! Slap!
“Time to wake-up, sweetie-pie” Nora hears as if in a fog.
Slap!
"Grargh!”
“What’s that, Nora? You say you’re ready to relive some happy memories with us?” smirks Chuck, who stands in front of her, grinning malevolently.
Eyes darting around, Nora screams behind the ball-gag, unable to move, her wrists and ankles bound, as she dangles, barely touching the cold floor of the garage.
“Took you long enough, Will, laughs Chuck. “Yeesh, for a minute there, I thought you were gonna let her cram this damn thing up me!”, he says, flourishing the dog-toy, which he pinches, eliciting a little squeak.
“Okay, Nora, I think you know the routine…”, as his other hand tickles her ribs, while Will, laughing, tickles her armpits from behind her.
The laughter behind her ball-gag is indistinguishable from screaming.
PAYBACK’S A BITCH
Slap! Slap!
“Wake-up, sleepyhead”
Chuck flinches as he opens his eyes amid the assault, “Whaa? Huh?”.
As his head clears, he becomes aware he is lying on the concrete floor of his auto-shop, half-naked, and seemingly unable to move his wrists or ankles.
Slap! Slap!
“ Ow! Alright, already!, he growls. “What is this?!?
“Oh, now Chuckie-poo, is that any way to greet me after a whole decade?”.
Craning his neck, Chucks eyes move up along a pair of shapely legs in tan nylons, a conservatively cut grey business-woman’s suit, and rest on the lovely-yet-stern face of…
“Who are you?”, he asks in mounting dismay as he becomes fully awake to the fact that his wrists and ankles are tightly bound.
“Oh, how I’ve longed for this day, Chuck Munroe, formerly of Grande Oaks, Mississippi. But then, it has been a full ten years. Plenty of time for you to forget, but not nearly long enough for me to ever stop remembering.”
The woman steps back several paces to the support beam in the middle of the shop and presses the green button on the electric hoist control dangling nearby. He realizes with mounting horror that his wrist-bindings are secured to the hoist-chain, as it begins lifting him first to his knees and then up onto his feet, until he’s suspended there near the middle of his own shop, just barely able to touch the floor with the tips of his toes.
Nervously, “Hey, c’mon, lady. Jokes a joke, right? I don’t know what this is…”, Chuck begins, trying to keep tabs on the woman, who hovers several feet behind him, no matter how much he attempts to wriggle his head around to speak to her.
“Since you won’t shut-up, Chuck, let’s see if this won’t keep you muzzled”, and with that the woman crams a large black-rubber ball-gag into his mouth, locking it swiftly and tightly behind his neck so that he nearly chokes with fury.
“Aaaalgh! Gahguhn!”.
The now utterly helpless man begins to furiously throw himself against his restraints, merely sending himself off balance and eliciting pleased laughter from his captor.
“That’s it, Chuck! Fight it with all your might, just like I did, ten years ago, you rat bastard”. With that, he stops his tantrum, panting and staring cautiously at the woman, who now stands directly in front of him. Suddenly, the dim light of recognition dawns on him, and with horror, he attempts, “Gnola?”.
“Oh, Chuck! You do remember me, after all!”, she laughs, casually nudging alongside her prisoner while running her fingertips slowly down his armpit and side, causing him to jerk wildly and again lose balance. “Ha Ha!”
Standing directly behind him now, the woman whispers, “That’s right, Chuck-o. It’s me, Nora, the little girl you and Will Hampstead tied dangling from a tree limb in the woods that afternoon, ten years ago this week!”.
“Gnuh-Gnuh!”
“Oh, don’t attempt to deny it, Chuck. I’ve already settled the score with Will. How do you think that I found out where you’ve been staying, you creep!”.
Yanking his boxers down, Nora begins running her fingertips up, down and around the torso of her captive, causing him to jerk reflexively. Already, a small trickle of spittle escaped the man’s tightly gagged mouth, and slowly, inexorably winds its way down his chest.
“Gahnahahunh-angh!”
“You sound like a moron, laughing behind that gag. It fits you. Tonight, you and I are going to relive the horror you put me through, Chuck.” And suddenly he feels the sharp pain of clamps on his nipples.
“Aaaaggh!”.
“Aw, poor little Chucky-boy! Doesn’t feel very nice, does it? And with that Nora strings the thread attached to the clamps around the support-beam, several feet away. Barely able to keep his balance without straining the already painful clamps, Chuck begins to do a sort of shuffling dance.
“Let’s see if we can make things even more interesting, shall we?”, and Nora tightly ties Chucks pants belt around his knees, causing him to assume an awkward stance with his back arched and his ass poking out, toes now barely touching the floor, first one foot, then the other. Chuck’s groans of agony as he yanks on the painful nipple clips elicit nothing but laughter from Nora.
“Now, what was it that came next, Chuck?”, purrs Nora, once again resuming her position behind her now quivering captive, making quick crablike grabbings along his sides and hips, and causing him to buck and teeter amusingly.
“Oh, you’ll be getting a lot more tickling before I’m though, Chuck. How long did the two of you torture me that afternoon, hmm?” she whispers, while a hand glides down to his balls, which she juggles ever so lightly in her fingertips. “Twenty minutes? A half hour? An hour? No, it was a full two hours you tortured me, wasn’t it, Chuck? I was screaming and crying behind the panties you shoved in my mouth, you son-of-a-bitch, but you two just kept on tickling me, causing me to jump around and ‘dance’ for you! Isn’t that how you put it, Chuck? It was all just good fun, right? After all, I was dancing and laughing behind that gag, wasn’t I?!? You think you’re hurting now, but wait until I really get to tickling you, Chuck. We haven’t even started yet!”, Nora punctuates this with a sharp testicular squeeze, and Chuck lets out a terrible yelp.
“But, there’s still one more piece of the puzzle to really make you relive what I went through, Chuck-o!”. And with a flourish, Nora produces a pink rubber dog-toy in the shape of a large bone. Crying now, Chuck whimpers more unintelligible gibberish behind the ball-gag, as a steady stream of drool cascades down his belly. “That’s right, Chuck. I saved it all these years, so that you’d feel the ultimate payback. You know where this squeak-toy is going, don’t you. And you know what’ll happen if you let it fall out, too, don't you?”
POW!
~Interlude~
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Slap! Slap!
“Time to wake-up, sweetie-pie” Nora hears as if in a fog.
Slap!
"Grargh!”
“What’s that, Nora? You say you’re ready to relive some happy memories with us?” smirks Chuck, who stands in front of her, grinning malevolently.
Eyes darting around, Nora screams behind the ball-gag, unable to move, her wrists and ankles bound, as she dangles, barely touching the cold floor of the garage.
“Took you long enough, Will, laughs Chuck. “Yeesh, for a minute there, I thought you were gonna let her cram this damn thing up me!”, he says, flourishing the dog-toy, which he pinches, eliciting a little squeak.
“Okay, Nora, I think you know the routine…”, as his other hand tickles her ribs, while Will, laughing, tickles her armpits from behind her.
The laughter behind her ball-gag is indistinguishable from screaming.
THE END
R. Tibbler ~ 2007
R. Tibbler ~ 2007
