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Starring Kristen Kreuk
MMMMM/F, None Consent, Bondage, Interogation, Braw & Panties
By SlaverTickler
Starring Kristen Kreuk
MMMMM/F, None Consent, Bondage, Interogation, Braw & Panties
By SlaverTickler
Kristen walked quietly through the set of Smallville. She would often do this late in the evening if she wasn't doing a scene, or studying her lines for the next days work. Sometimes she would run into co-star Annett O'Toole who played Martha Kent (Superman's mom) and they would talk about stuff, girl stuff. Once they got together with Alison Mac (who plays Cloe) and Erica Durance (Lois Lane) and had a girls night out. It had been fun, but they were totaly wiped out the next morning, and could hardly utter their lines, or even remember them. The band decided they would get together again, but as a fairwell when the show had done it's last episode. That episode would begin filming tomorrow, and Kris had mixed feelings about it. On one hand she was happy because it ment the closing of one chapter, on the other it ment saying good bye to many of the cast and crew who had become very good friends, almost and extended family, to her.
With out realizing it, Kreuk had wandered into the famouse Barn of the Kent Familly Farm, where Clark Kent (played by Tom Welling) often came to ponder that episodes events, either with his mother Martha, or friend Cloe (and of course father Jonathan who had been played by John Schneider for many years). It brought a smile to the young woman's face knowing the she and Tom would share the last scene of the last show when it aired. They would have one last on screen kiss, it would be a parting kiss though as Clark is destined to leave his home town and move to the big city to become a reporter, while Lana will stay behind and run her coffee shop. Never to learn that the man she loves will become the "Worlds Greatest Super Hero".
Suddenly Kristen noticed there weren't any camera's in the barn, and that the lights had all been removed. Looking around franticly she began to think she'd wandered into the wrong place. The Vancouver native reconized every thing she saw, so she was in the right place, so where was the equipment. There was a cracking sound above here, and then 3 ropes dropped from the ceiling. Three men in black came down the ropes to stand infront of her. Turning to run Kriten's path was blocked by two more men in the same black garb. The quintet closed in on the scared brunett, who tried to throw some kicks and punches only to be over welmed by the shear size and numbers of her attackers. Soon she found her self flat on her back, screaming for help, as 2 held her arms, and another pair held her legs.
"Ok, were is the Kent kid?" demanded the remaining thug as he stood over her, "Mr. Luthor know you and him have been having a fling so fess up and things won't get messy!" he adviced.
"Kent kid, Mr. Luthor?" repeated Kris, "Are you guys nuts, this is a movie set, Smallvile is a TV show." she added, "We aren't in Kanssas, this isn't even in the United States, it's British Columbia Cana..."
"Enough lies Lana." said a familier voice, "Who are you trying to fool."
Kris turnerd her head and saw cast member Michael Rosenbaum (Lex Luthor) walking down the stares from the hay loft. He ws wearing a white suit but had some sort of dark glove on his right hand. It was like the episode where Lex has the pregonition, about a possible future with Lana. Kristen shook her head in dibeleife. It had to be some sort of nightmare, that was it, she'd fallen asleep in her chair at the set, and was dreaming all of this. Soon one of her friends would wake her up to do her scene, or to tell her it was time to go. As the man closed in on the helpless beauty she began screaming for someone to wake her up, it was like a scene from one of those "A Nightmare on Elm St" films, where Freddy's next victime knows they have to wake up, but can't.
"Where is he Lana, where is Clark?" asked the man in white squating down to look in her eyes, "I know about you two, the afair." he went on, "I forgive you for your part, but Clark..." he said pulling of his glove to reveal a pail green hand, "... where is he Lana. WHERE IS HE!"
"You're all crazy, it's just a tv show, this is a dream it has to be!" screamed Kris, "SOMEBODY WAKE ME UP... PLEASE!"
"Very well Lana, have it your way." said 'Lex', "Use techneak #7 on her." he ordered, "I'll be in my Limo."
As the man who looked like her friend walked away, Kris screamed for help as she was lifted, and carried over to a table in the center of the barn. The Canadian cutie was spralled like a 5 point star, her slender body pulled tight, and then shackled with leather cuffs. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her jeans and T-shirt were cut and torn from her body, revealing a white bra and a pair of frilled panties, with thigh high pink stockings. Her sneakers where pulled from her feet to reveal tiny toes consealed in nylon. The 5 men laughed and rubbed their hands together, eyeing her like a stake (medium rare), baked potatoe, with peas with corn.
"Ok boys, since it's Chester's first interogation, what say we let him go first." offered one of the men.
With a resounding cheer, followed by a scream from Kristen, one of the men got on top of her, and straddled her chest. Much to her surprise the brunett felt a finger gently stroke her inner bicep, causing her to both gasp and wince. The man's touch was so gently, that it actually tickled, then it dawned on Miss Kreuk what they were planning to do to her. The men cheered the roockie on as his finger stroked their way down the arms closing in on her deep, smooth shaven armpits. Kristen squirmed and wiggled as small giggles squeaking out.
"No, hehehe, please stop." pleaded Kristen as a smile was forced across her face, "I don't know, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, where he is, hehehehahaha, please stop!"
Kris's pleas fell on ears happy to hear them, the more she pleaded the louder the men cheered. Fingers slipped into the hallows of her underarms, and she let out a shrilled scream. The men roared with encourage ment for there young friend and he did not dispoint. Unseen by Miss Kreuk, the leader of the 5 thugs pointed at one of the men near the center of the table. With a smile and a nod he began to gently stroke her side with his finger tips. Kristen squealed, and tried to bend her slim body away from the tickling fingers.
"Help, somebody help me!" screamed Kirsten as the man on the other side of her torso began to tickle her ribs, "Please. hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, stop, don't tickle me, noooooooo, hehehehehehe, hahahahahaha, hehehehehe, no more, don't, please don't, hehehehehe, hahahahaha..."
A set of finger clutched Kristens left knee, while another set began to knead her upper left thigh. Tears ran down the helpless brunett's cheeks, as she wailed and thrashed, desprit to escape the men who were tormenting her. Screaming for mercy, pleading for someone anyone to help her. Flailing in her bonds, the laughter continued to pore from her, forcing the air from her lungs like never before. Then a secound set of hands mirrored what the ones were doing on her left legg to the right. Screams and laughter echoed off the walls of the barn, then men weren't cheering anymore as they were all focusing on ther tasks, but that didn't mean they were enjoying themselves any less.
"Sir 10 secounds to silent laughter." said Chester, "9, 8, 7, 6, 5..." he added counting it down.
Upon hearing zero Kris felt the last of the air leave her, she felt her face remaining in a rapturous smile, even though she was despritly fighting for her next breath. The men around her showed no remorse, in fact seemed to doubled their tickling efforts. The worst of it was the feeling of a skilled finger stroking the sole of each foot. Kris thought she was going to die if her tormentors didn't stop, she wanted nothing more then to get her wind back. Just when she thought she would pass out she stopped laughing just long enough to suck in a lung full of air.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHG, you bastards, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it, stop it now hehehehehe!" screamed Kris upon her breath returning.
"Not a chance girlie, tell us where your boyfriend is... NOW!" said the leader as his finger dug in under her toes.
"I DON'T KNOW!" screamed Kris "HEHEHEHEHE, HAHAHAHAHA, HEHEHEHEHE, PLEASE STOP, DON'T, HEHEHEHEHE, HAHAHAHAHA, STOP IT, STOP IT!" were her last words as she passed out.
"Gentlemen." said a voice over a walkie talkie, "Have you gotten the information yet?"
"No sir, the target has passed out." replied the leader, "Any instructions?"
"Yes, bring her to the wear house, I've been told agents have caught Chloe, and are in pursuit of Lois." replied Lex, "It's only a matter of time befor one of them tells us where Lona's lover is hiding.
To Be Continued...
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