Here is a story that I just finished. I hope you enjoy it. Please send me any comments or suggestions that you have. I am still new at this.
The Muse
The night had gotten off to a good start. First, Nick had made the bike ride to the small town where the meeting was to take place. By riding his bicycle, he had not left a trail for anyone to follow. If by chance his dinner date did not show up, he would ride it home. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, but he was very sure Cathy would show up.
He went to a truck stop to clean up. He took a shower and changed clothes. He also put on the beard and made sure he put on the old fedora hat he had bought at a flea market. This disguise was not elaborate; he just wanted to change his look so it would be hard for someone to describe what he truly looked like. He made his way to the diner where he was to meet Cathy and chained his bike in a nearby alley. Then he checked around to make sure that they were no security cameras. He had driven by a couple of days ago when he was scouting for a possible meeting place, but this was his first close-up look. He was satisfied that this would be safe ground.
Nick went into the diner. There were few people, and as he was hungry from his bike ride, Nick ordered some dinner. While he ate, he watched the door. It was about time for his date to arrive. As luck would have it, Cathy arrived as he was finishing his steak. He knew it was her because she had described what she would have on. She was dressed in denim jeans and a flannel work shirt. She was wearing her favorite pair of cowboy boots. She loved them because they were well worn and very comfortable. Nick watched her as she looked around and then picked a table. She looked at her watch and then at the front door. She ordered a drink and began to check out the menu, all the while looking out the windows.
Suddenly Nick heard her cell phone chirp. She would be getting the text message that he just sent her, apologizing and explaining that her date had been delayed. Could she please wait for fifteen or thirty minutes? Cathy got a frustrated look on her face and ordered another drink. By this time they were the only two people in the diner. All was going as he had anticipated!
Cathy got up and headed to the restroom. As she went in, Nick got up to pay his bill. As he passed her table he dropped the money he was holding in his hand. He bent down to get it, and as he stood back up, he dumped the liquid out of the small bottle he had hidden in his hand into her drink. He had practiced the move enough so that even if someone was watching (and there wasn’t), they would have had to look hard to see him do it.
Satisfied that the drug was in her drink, he paid his bill and went into the parking lot. He saw her van. It was a plain blue minivan, like any of dozens that were on the road. The lights began to go out in the diner. He had checked out their schedule and knew that they closed early tonight. He saw Cathy down her drink in one long swallow and get up to pay her bill. She had a look of disappointment on her face. While she was paying, Nick got his bike out of the alley and put it in the back of her van. She had not been careful about locking the doors.
As Cathy came out of the diner’s front door, the lone waitress locked the door and turned to finish closing the place. Nick knew that there were only two other people in the diner with her. None of them must have been good Samaritans, because the shades closed up on the diner door and then the front windows. They were not worried about Cathy getting to her car safely! Nick looked around and was satisfied that there no watching eyes around. The action was about to begin.
Nick stayed on the far side of Cathy’s van where she could not see him. As she got almost to the van, she stumbled once, then twice. Nick only had to make four steps to reach her. He caught her before she could fall to the pavement. He held her up and got her to the side door of the van. A quick look at the diner and then the road showed him that no one was watching. Nick opened up the side door of the van and placed the unconscious woman on the floor behind the front seat. He got in and closed the door. The drug he had added to her drink in the diner had worked perfectly. She had remained conscious long enough to get out into the parking lot, then she passed out just as she was about to get to her van. She had never even seen him.
He opened the small purse she had carried. The keys were not there! Nick had a brief moment of panic. He did not want to have to take the time to hotwire the van. It would not be safe to trust his luck that no one would come by and question what he was doing. He patted all of her pants pockets and sure enough he felt the keys in her back pocket. He reached in and pulled them out. He took the two plastic wire ties he had brought with him and tied her wrists and ankles. He spotted a blanket in the back seat and covered her up with it. Now all he had to do was drive her to his home.
Once Nick had pulled out onto the highway, he began to somewhat relax. He thought back on how he had met Cathy. He had been chatting with her on one of those friends meet friends chat rooms. After their initial conversations, she had told him all about herself, her likes, her dislikes, her desires, and even her fantasies. Nick was amazed at what women will tell other women. He had been masquerading as Penny, a sad lonely girl who just wanted a friend to talk to. This was a game he sometimes played. He had several fictional identities that he had created to roam around cyber space. He had conversed with many different people using his many alter egos before, but never had he been intrigued by someone like he was by Cathy. This intrigue had led him to tonight’s adventure.
He glanced at her as he headed toward his home base. He had about one half hour’s drive. He was not worried about her because the drug was supposed to last long enough for him to get her to his home. There he would prepare her for the night’s festivities. She was pretty much what she had described to him online. She was about five feet nine, skinny, but not too skinny, with long legs and a nice figure. She was a brunette with her hair in a short hairdo that he guessed he could tolerate. He liked women with longer hair. Once again he thought of how she was dressed. The denim jeans and flannel shirt looked good on her. He loved women who wore cowboy boots, mainly because he liked the feel of a foot after it had been in a boot for a while. He would also enjoy removing them. They looked like a size eight. Cathy had told “Penny” she would be wearing this outfit so she would recognize her. After several weeks of cyber chatting they had finally decided to meet in person. Nick had picked the out of the way diner because it was far enough from his home to be safe and it was someplace Cathy said she had never been. “Penny” had told her the food was good and it was quiet enough for them to be able to talk.
As their chats had gone on, Cathy had told “Penny” that she had been an only child and that her parents lived in another state. She thought that she had never found her place in life. She had had boyfriends, but none that she would have considered settling down with. She was also between jobs. She had enjoyed her last one, but the book shop she had worked for had closed. Their business had dried up. Currently she was living on unemployment and trying to decide what she wanted to try next. She had always fancied herself to be a writer, but she had never seriously tried to write anything. That was one of her dreams. She had also told “Penny” about her fantasies. Those were what had gotten Nick bold enough to do what he was attempting to do now!
When he arrived at his home, he pulled around to the barn in the back. He owned thirty acres of wooded land. His house was well off of the road and the barn could not be seen from his house and vice versa. He parked the van under the shed on the back of the barn and opened the barn door. He carried Cathy inside the barn to the room he had prepared especially for tonight.
It was empty except for a cabinet and a strange looking chair. The chair was built on a base that allowed you to lean it back until the person’s head was almost on the floor and their feet were in the air. There were straps on the chair arms and there was even a head rest that had a strap attached. The bottom of the chair had a foot rest that could be raised like a recliner. The foot rest was made out of a solid piece of wood that had all kinds of straps and fasteners attached to it. The seat was cushioned, but the rest of the chair was bare wood.
Nick sat Cathy down in the chair and began to strap her in. He put a sleep mask over her eyes and then put the strap around her head. He fastened the straps around her arms to secure them. He then tilted the chair back to make it easier to strap her legs to the footboard. He took a camera out of the cabinet and took pictures from all angles. He tilted the chair forward and took more pictures. He put the camera away and went into the room next door. There were monitors that were connected to the video cameras that were mounted in the four corners of the ceiling in the other room. He made sure that the camera’s angles were set up to cover all the action he had planned. If tonight did not go as he planned, he wanted a video record of it for his own enjoyment.
Nick put on the black ninja suit that he had purchased for this occasion. Then he put on a hood that covered his face. He did not want to be recognizable on camera. When he was dressed, he went in to wake Cathy and start the show.
Nick took an ammonium capsule and broke it under Cathy’s nose. She coughed and woke up. The first thing she said was, “Where am I?” Then she noticed that she could not see or move. “What is going on? Why am I tied up? Who is there? Someone please help me!”
Nick turned on the voice synthesizer in his hood and said, “You need to be quiet! I will ask the questions here. If you answer the questions correctly you will be leaving here soon. If not, well, let’s not think about that! Let’s just say that might be hazardous to your health!’”
“I do not know what you are talking about,” cried Cathy. “I have no secrets that anyone could possibly want! Please let me go.”
“You are mistaken,” said Nick. “You know something that a certain party is willing to pay me a lot to find out. The best thing to do is tell me and you will save yourself a lot of trouble. I am the best at what I do, so do not try me.”
“What is it that you want me to tell you,” cried Cathy.
“You know what it is and I will do whatever I have to for you to tell me. I take it by your tone that I will have to be more persuasive. Talk now or you will regret it!”
“I really do not know,” said Cathy. “Please let me go!”
“Anything I do to you from here on is your own fault. I have tried to be reasonable!”
With that Nick reached down to Cathy’s sides and grabbed her ribs. He tickled her violently. Her body jerked as she tried to escape his clutches. He dug deeper into her rib cage. Her body jerked harder, but the straps held her down. He knew from their conversations that she was very ticklish around the ribs. He dug in harder. She began to scream for him to stop. “I can’t take this. Please stop!” she screamed. “Tell me,” said Nick, and began rubbing his fingers up and down her rib cage. “If not, I will have to take this to another level!” She could do nothing, but laugh and yell out for him to stop! He continued this for ten minutes and stopped. Her face was red and sweaty. She could barely catch her breath. He waited a minute and then asked, “Are you ready to tell me?” “Tell you what?” she pleaded. With that he started again and tickled her until she passed out.
He let her rest for ten minutes (his hands were tired), and then broke another ammonium capsule under her nose. He wiped the sweat from around her mouth and nose. Then he put a bottle of water to her lips and let her take a few swallows. When he took the bottle away, he said, “Tell me!” Cathy sobbed, “I really do not know what you are talking about!” He said, “So be it. I have been overly gentle with you up till now. I have given you your chance!”
With that he tilted the chair back and said, “I think you ribs are sore. I will work on another area. Maybe the blood rushing to your head will help you remember.” Nick knew that another ticklish spot for Cathy was behind her knees. He raised the footboard up so her legs were pointed at the ceiling. Then he grabbed her behind both knees. She jerked worse than with her ribs. He tickled her without mercy for fifteen minutes. She screamed, cried, and laughed the whole time. She even shook the chair a couple of times. She was beginning to get hoarse.
He stopped and tilted the chair forward. He picked up the bottle of water and gave her another drink. “Did the extra blood to your brain make you think of anything?” he said. “Tell me!!”
“Tell you what?” she cried. “Please, I can’t stand this. I don’t know anything about anything!!”
“You have sealed your own fate.” Nick growled. With that, he walked over to the cabinet. He took out a small saw. He rubbed it on her arm. Then he said, “I hate you have forced me to use this on you. However, you have given me no choice!” “Please do not cut me,” Cathy cried in panic.
He moved to her strapped down feet. He had also gotten a U clamp out of the cabinet. He pulled up her right pant leg and put the clamp down over her shin, right above her ankle. The clamp fit through the footboard. He took two wing nuts and began to tighten the clamp down. When he had it very tight, he noticed that she was trembling. “Tell me,” he said. When she said nothing, he moved to her right boot. With the saw he began to cut down the sole of the boot, separating it from the upper. He sawed until he had the sole of the boot in his hand. There was her foot, still in her boot, with her socked sole open to the world. He went back to the cabinet and took out a sharp stick. He knew that she had told “Penny” that her most ticklish spot was her feet. He took the stick and scraped it up and down her socked sole. She went hysterical. It was a good thing he had used the U clamp or she might have jerked her foot loose. He scrubbed the stick up and down her sole and even stuck it between her toes. “Tell me,” he said. He didn’t think she heard him over her own screams and laughs. He screamed louder, “Tell me! Tell me! TELL ME!!”
He eased off so she could catch her breath. She finally wheezed out, “I don’t know! I can’t stand this anymore! My chest hurts! Stop this torture and let me go.” Then she softly cried and sobbed, “Please stop. Please stop!”
“Tell me,” Nick said softly, “and this will all be over and you will be on your way home. In fact, if you tell me, I might hand over some of my fee. You seem to be a nice young woman. I would hate to damage you.”
Cathy was soothed by his voice. Maybe she would get out of this. “You seem alright, too. But I just do not know what to tell you.”
Nick jabbed the stick into the sole of her right foot. Then he pulled down on her toes and held them. “Do you think I like hurting you? I do not, but I must do what I have been paid to. TELL ME!!” With that, he pulled on her big toe until it popped. “Tell me, or else!”
When Cathy did not say anything, Nick simply said, “I am truly sorry. I thought we could make an arrangement, but now I must be harder still with you.”
He went back to the cabinet and got another U clamp. He pulled up her left pant leg and put the clamp over her shin, just like the right. Then he tightened it down with two more wing nuts. He took the saw and ran the teeth over her arm again. “Last time I just cut boot. This time I will have to cut something more.” With that he began sawing on the left boot, on the sole just under the ball of her foot.
“Please don’t cut my foot. Please! I will do anything for you! I just don’t know what you want me to say!” shouted Cathy.
Without a word, Nick continued sawing at her boot. When he had cut through the sole, he took a pair of heavy scissors and cut the top. He then pulled the leather upper away, revealing her white-socked toes. “Look what we have here.” He pulled on her toes, playing the piggy game. When he finished he said, “I sure hope that nothing has to happen to your little piggy. TELL ME!” When she did not answer he took the scissors and put them around her little toe. “Too bad about this one,” he said and bore down on the scissors. He heard a loud gasp and then he noticed that Cathy had passed out. I guess she could not take it he thought. He took the scissors and cut the toe of her sock. Then he pulled the sock down around what was left of her boot. He stood back and admired her toes. They were perfectly shaped and painted his favorite color, fire engine red. He felt the ball of her foot and between her toes. The skin was very soft. Cathy must take good care of these, Nick thought. He got out a feather and began to tickle around her toes. He stroked the feather around the ball of her foot. She began to giggle softly when he took a pipe cleaner and pulled it between her toes. He took a feather duster out of the cabinet and began to twirl it around her bare toes. They began to wriggle violently. Cathy began to howl with laughter. He stuck his finger down into her boot and scratched up and down her sole. Cathy screamed louder. Suddenly he switched and began poking under her knees. She began to jerk harder against her bonds. He attacked her ribs. She twisted her torso, trying to get away from his hands. Her yelling laughter became almost uncontrollable.
He stopped long enough to yell, “Tell me!”
Nick thought back to the conversations “Penny” had with Cathy. She had told him that one of her boyfriends had loved to tickle her. He would hold her down and tickle her all over. She told “Penny” that she pretended to hate it, but inside it really turned her on. She was going to tell this boyfriend about it. He really seemed to enjoy tickling her, but before she could tell him how she really felt about it, he was transferred to Iraq. He was a soldier. He wrote to her several times and she had considered that he might be her soul mate. To her dismay, his letters stopped coming. She later found out that he had been killed in a roadside attack. She was inconsolable. She really had loved him and missed him, and the tickling.
Nick noticed then that the crotch of her jeans was wet. He touched them and smelled. No, she had not peed herself. She must have been enjoying the tickle torture so much that she was being turned on. He rubbed her crotch. It lifted up trying to get to his hand. He rubbed some more and was rewarded with some moans from her. He had always dreamed of tickling a helpless woman, but he had never dreamed of tickling one to orgasm!
He went back to tickling her feet while he decided what to do. Then, he went up to her right arm and loosened the strap enough for her to remove her arm. He went back to her feet and started clawing them. He even pulled the sock off the right foot so he could tickle the bare sole. He bent over and began to suck on her left toes. As he licked and suckled on her big toe, she began to moan among the laughter. He looked up and saw that she had brought her free hand down to her crotch and was rubbing it violently. He was so mesmerized by what he saw that he totally froze. He watched as she rubbed harder and harder. As she did she began to breathe harder and harder. Then she popped the snap on her jeans and jammed her fingers into her panties. He did notice that they were a plain white pair. All of a sudden Cathy went limp. Her arm drooped across her belly and the stroking in her pants ceased. Her breathing eased and as he looked, she had the most beautiful smile on her face. He stroked the tops of her bare left toes and watched for a reaction. There was none. She had given herself an orgasm and dozed off. Nick guessed she was all worn out from the tickling and pleasuring herself. He went back to her toes and did a little pleasuring for himself!
When Cathy awoke, she was sitting in the front seat of her van. She was free. She could move her arms and legs. She remembered coming to meet Penny and her being late. She remembered the diner closing and heading out to her van and wondering where Penny was. She hazily remembered, not remembered exactly, it almost seemed like a dream, being tied to a chair and being tickled! It must have been a dream, it could have never happened, but she remembered it as being pleasurable in a sensual way. She had been scared and aroused at the same time! But it could not have happened, could it?
She looked down at her feet. Her bare left toes peeked up at her, and she felt her van’s plastic floor mat under her bare right sole. Her boots had been mutilated. The sole had been cut off the right and the toe had been cut off the left. ‘Oh my God!” she thought. “That is what happened in that dream. I must be going crazy!” She remembered the fear of being hurt and then the tickling. Then the last thing she remembered was the best feeling she had ever had. She felt her jeans. The snap was undone and her panties had a familiar sticky feeling that she instantly associated with pleasure. Then she saw the note pinned to her shirt.
It said, “You finally told me what I needed to hear from you. As I said, I have released you. The only damage you have suffered are the maimed boots. However the money in this envelope will replace the boots and help you forget about this incident. I suggest you take the money and remain quiet. I can find you whenever I want to! There are worst things in the world than being tickled!”
Cathy looked in the envelope. There was a thick stack of hundred dollar bills. “I guess I can buy another pair of boots,” she thought. She also thought about the tickling and while she did she got a warm feeling in her panties. Maybe this was just what she was looking for to put in the spy novel that she was planning to write. If nothing else, it was a good idea for a torture scene. And at least she had something to keep her warm on her lonely nights while she tried to write it. With that thought she cranked the van and drove away.
About five miles in the other direction, Nick was peddling his bike towards his home. He hoped that Cathy had awakened feeing alright. He also hoped the money would help ease any pain she might have suffered at his hands. He had paid her enough to make up for the fact that he had a video of the whole thing. He could not have asked her to sign a waiver form, could he? As he rode, he was trying to think of a good excuse as to why “Penny” had not made it to her dinner date with Cathy. He couldn’t wait to see if Cathy would tell “Penny” about what had happened. Hopefully she would and then he would know if she had enjoyed the tickling as much as he had. If she did, maybe “Penny” would introduce her to “Penny’s” friend Nick. You know, he is really into tickling himself.
The Muse
The night had gotten off to a good start. First, Nick had made the bike ride to the small town where the meeting was to take place. By riding his bicycle, he had not left a trail for anyone to follow. If by chance his dinner date did not show up, he would ride it home. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, but he was very sure Cathy would show up.
He went to a truck stop to clean up. He took a shower and changed clothes. He also put on the beard and made sure he put on the old fedora hat he had bought at a flea market. This disguise was not elaborate; he just wanted to change his look so it would be hard for someone to describe what he truly looked like. He made his way to the diner where he was to meet Cathy and chained his bike in a nearby alley. Then he checked around to make sure that they were no security cameras. He had driven by a couple of days ago when he was scouting for a possible meeting place, but this was his first close-up look. He was satisfied that this would be safe ground.
Nick went into the diner. There were few people, and as he was hungry from his bike ride, Nick ordered some dinner. While he ate, he watched the door. It was about time for his date to arrive. As luck would have it, Cathy arrived as he was finishing his steak. He knew it was her because she had described what she would have on. She was dressed in denim jeans and a flannel work shirt. She was wearing her favorite pair of cowboy boots. She loved them because they were well worn and very comfortable. Nick watched her as she looked around and then picked a table. She looked at her watch and then at the front door. She ordered a drink and began to check out the menu, all the while looking out the windows.
Suddenly Nick heard her cell phone chirp. She would be getting the text message that he just sent her, apologizing and explaining that her date had been delayed. Could she please wait for fifteen or thirty minutes? Cathy got a frustrated look on her face and ordered another drink. By this time they were the only two people in the diner. All was going as he had anticipated!
Cathy got up and headed to the restroom. As she went in, Nick got up to pay his bill. As he passed her table he dropped the money he was holding in his hand. He bent down to get it, and as he stood back up, he dumped the liquid out of the small bottle he had hidden in his hand into her drink. He had practiced the move enough so that even if someone was watching (and there wasn’t), they would have had to look hard to see him do it.
Satisfied that the drug was in her drink, he paid his bill and went into the parking lot. He saw her van. It was a plain blue minivan, like any of dozens that were on the road. The lights began to go out in the diner. He had checked out their schedule and knew that they closed early tonight. He saw Cathy down her drink in one long swallow and get up to pay her bill. She had a look of disappointment on her face. While she was paying, Nick got his bike out of the alley and put it in the back of her van. She had not been careful about locking the doors.
As Cathy came out of the diner’s front door, the lone waitress locked the door and turned to finish closing the place. Nick knew that there were only two other people in the diner with her. None of them must have been good Samaritans, because the shades closed up on the diner door and then the front windows. They were not worried about Cathy getting to her car safely! Nick looked around and was satisfied that there no watching eyes around. The action was about to begin.
Nick stayed on the far side of Cathy’s van where she could not see him. As she got almost to the van, she stumbled once, then twice. Nick only had to make four steps to reach her. He caught her before she could fall to the pavement. He held her up and got her to the side door of the van. A quick look at the diner and then the road showed him that no one was watching. Nick opened up the side door of the van and placed the unconscious woman on the floor behind the front seat. He got in and closed the door. The drug he had added to her drink in the diner had worked perfectly. She had remained conscious long enough to get out into the parking lot, then she passed out just as she was about to get to her van. She had never even seen him.
He opened the small purse she had carried. The keys were not there! Nick had a brief moment of panic. He did not want to have to take the time to hotwire the van. It would not be safe to trust his luck that no one would come by and question what he was doing. He patted all of her pants pockets and sure enough he felt the keys in her back pocket. He reached in and pulled them out. He took the two plastic wire ties he had brought with him and tied her wrists and ankles. He spotted a blanket in the back seat and covered her up with it. Now all he had to do was drive her to his home.
Once Nick had pulled out onto the highway, he began to somewhat relax. He thought back on how he had met Cathy. He had been chatting with her on one of those friends meet friends chat rooms. After their initial conversations, she had told him all about herself, her likes, her dislikes, her desires, and even her fantasies. Nick was amazed at what women will tell other women. He had been masquerading as Penny, a sad lonely girl who just wanted a friend to talk to. This was a game he sometimes played. He had several fictional identities that he had created to roam around cyber space. He had conversed with many different people using his many alter egos before, but never had he been intrigued by someone like he was by Cathy. This intrigue had led him to tonight’s adventure.
He glanced at her as he headed toward his home base. He had about one half hour’s drive. He was not worried about her because the drug was supposed to last long enough for him to get her to his home. There he would prepare her for the night’s festivities. She was pretty much what she had described to him online. She was about five feet nine, skinny, but not too skinny, with long legs and a nice figure. She was a brunette with her hair in a short hairdo that he guessed he could tolerate. He liked women with longer hair. Once again he thought of how she was dressed. The denim jeans and flannel shirt looked good on her. He loved women who wore cowboy boots, mainly because he liked the feel of a foot after it had been in a boot for a while. He would also enjoy removing them. They looked like a size eight. Cathy had told “Penny” she would be wearing this outfit so she would recognize her. After several weeks of cyber chatting they had finally decided to meet in person. Nick had picked the out of the way diner because it was far enough from his home to be safe and it was someplace Cathy said she had never been. “Penny” had told her the food was good and it was quiet enough for them to be able to talk.
As their chats had gone on, Cathy had told “Penny” that she had been an only child and that her parents lived in another state. She thought that she had never found her place in life. She had had boyfriends, but none that she would have considered settling down with. She was also between jobs. She had enjoyed her last one, but the book shop she had worked for had closed. Their business had dried up. Currently she was living on unemployment and trying to decide what she wanted to try next. She had always fancied herself to be a writer, but she had never seriously tried to write anything. That was one of her dreams. She had also told “Penny” about her fantasies. Those were what had gotten Nick bold enough to do what he was attempting to do now!
When he arrived at his home, he pulled around to the barn in the back. He owned thirty acres of wooded land. His house was well off of the road and the barn could not be seen from his house and vice versa. He parked the van under the shed on the back of the barn and opened the barn door. He carried Cathy inside the barn to the room he had prepared especially for tonight.
It was empty except for a cabinet and a strange looking chair. The chair was built on a base that allowed you to lean it back until the person’s head was almost on the floor and their feet were in the air. There were straps on the chair arms and there was even a head rest that had a strap attached. The bottom of the chair had a foot rest that could be raised like a recliner. The foot rest was made out of a solid piece of wood that had all kinds of straps and fasteners attached to it. The seat was cushioned, but the rest of the chair was bare wood.
Nick sat Cathy down in the chair and began to strap her in. He put a sleep mask over her eyes and then put the strap around her head. He fastened the straps around her arms to secure them. He then tilted the chair back to make it easier to strap her legs to the footboard. He took a camera out of the cabinet and took pictures from all angles. He tilted the chair forward and took more pictures. He put the camera away and went into the room next door. There were monitors that were connected to the video cameras that were mounted in the four corners of the ceiling in the other room. He made sure that the camera’s angles were set up to cover all the action he had planned. If tonight did not go as he planned, he wanted a video record of it for his own enjoyment.
Nick put on the black ninja suit that he had purchased for this occasion. Then he put on a hood that covered his face. He did not want to be recognizable on camera. When he was dressed, he went in to wake Cathy and start the show.
Nick took an ammonium capsule and broke it under Cathy’s nose. She coughed and woke up. The first thing she said was, “Where am I?” Then she noticed that she could not see or move. “What is going on? Why am I tied up? Who is there? Someone please help me!”
Nick turned on the voice synthesizer in his hood and said, “You need to be quiet! I will ask the questions here. If you answer the questions correctly you will be leaving here soon. If not, well, let’s not think about that! Let’s just say that might be hazardous to your health!’”
“I do not know what you are talking about,” cried Cathy. “I have no secrets that anyone could possibly want! Please let me go.”
“You are mistaken,” said Nick. “You know something that a certain party is willing to pay me a lot to find out. The best thing to do is tell me and you will save yourself a lot of trouble. I am the best at what I do, so do not try me.”
“What is it that you want me to tell you,” cried Cathy.
“You know what it is and I will do whatever I have to for you to tell me. I take it by your tone that I will have to be more persuasive. Talk now or you will regret it!”
“I really do not know,” said Cathy. “Please let me go!”
“Anything I do to you from here on is your own fault. I have tried to be reasonable!”
With that Nick reached down to Cathy’s sides and grabbed her ribs. He tickled her violently. Her body jerked as she tried to escape his clutches. He dug deeper into her rib cage. Her body jerked harder, but the straps held her down. He knew from their conversations that she was very ticklish around the ribs. He dug in harder. She began to scream for him to stop. “I can’t take this. Please stop!” she screamed. “Tell me,” said Nick, and began rubbing his fingers up and down her rib cage. “If not, I will have to take this to another level!” She could do nothing, but laugh and yell out for him to stop! He continued this for ten minutes and stopped. Her face was red and sweaty. She could barely catch her breath. He waited a minute and then asked, “Are you ready to tell me?” “Tell you what?” she pleaded. With that he started again and tickled her until she passed out.
He let her rest for ten minutes (his hands were tired), and then broke another ammonium capsule under her nose. He wiped the sweat from around her mouth and nose. Then he put a bottle of water to her lips and let her take a few swallows. When he took the bottle away, he said, “Tell me!” Cathy sobbed, “I really do not know what you are talking about!” He said, “So be it. I have been overly gentle with you up till now. I have given you your chance!”
With that he tilted the chair back and said, “I think you ribs are sore. I will work on another area. Maybe the blood rushing to your head will help you remember.” Nick knew that another ticklish spot for Cathy was behind her knees. He raised the footboard up so her legs were pointed at the ceiling. Then he grabbed her behind both knees. She jerked worse than with her ribs. He tickled her without mercy for fifteen minutes. She screamed, cried, and laughed the whole time. She even shook the chair a couple of times. She was beginning to get hoarse.
He stopped and tilted the chair forward. He picked up the bottle of water and gave her another drink. “Did the extra blood to your brain make you think of anything?” he said. “Tell me!!”
“Tell you what?” she cried. “Please, I can’t stand this. I don’t know anything about anything!!”
“You have sealed your own fate.” Nick growled. With that, he walked over to the cabinet. He took out a small saw. He rubbed it on her arm. Then he said, “I hate you have forced me to use this on you. However, you have given me no choice!” “Please do not cut me,” Cathy cried in panic.
He moved to her strapped down feet. He had also gotten a U clamp out of the cabinet. He pulled up her right pant leg and put the clamp down over her shin, right above her ankle. The clamp fit through the footboard. He took two wing nuts and began to tighten the clamp down. When he had it very tight, he noticed that she was trembling. “Tell me,” he said. When she said nothing, he moved to her right boot. With the saw he began to cut down the sole of the boot, separating it from the upper. He sawed until he had the sole of the boot in his hand. There was her foot, still in her boot, with her socked sole open to the world. He went back to the cabinet and took out a sharp stick. He knew that she had told “Penny” that her most ticklish spot was her feet. He took the stick and scraped it up and down her socked sole. She went hysterical. It was a good thing he had used the U clamp or she might have jerked her foot loose. He scrubbed the stick up and down her sole and even stuck it between her toes. “Tell me,” he said. He didn’t think she heard him over her own screams and laughs. He screamed louder, “Tell me! Tell me! TELL ME!!”
He eased off so she could catch her breath. She finally wheezed out, “I don’t know! I can’t stand this anymore! My chest hurts! Stop this torture and let me go.” Then she softly cried and sobbed, “Please stop. Please stop!”
“Tell me,” Nick said softly, “and this will all be over and you will be on your way home. In fact, if you tell me, I might hand over some of my fee. You seem to be a nice young woman. I would hate to damage you.”
Cathy was soothed by his voice. Maybe she would get out of this. “You seem alright, too. But I just do not know what to tell you.”
Nick jabbed the stick into the sole of her right foot. Then he pulled down on her toes and held them. “Do you think I like hurting you? I do not, but I must do what I have been paid to. TELL ME!!” With that, he pulled on her big toe until it popped. “Tell me, or else!”
When Cathy did not say anything, Nick simply said, “I am truly sorry. I thought we could make an arrangement, but now I must be harder still with you.”
He went back to the cabinet and got another U clamp. He pulled up her left pant leg and put the clamp over her shin, just like the right. Then he tightened it down with two more wing nuts. He took the saw and ran the teeth over her arm again. “Last time I just cut boot. This time I will have to cut something more.” With that he began sawing on the left boot, on the sole just under the ball of her foot.
“Please don’t cut my foot. Please! I will do anything for you! I just don’t know what you want me to say!” shouted Cathy.
Without a word, Nick continued sawing at her boot. When he had cut through the sole, he took a pair of heavy scissors and cut the top. He then pulled the leather upper away, revealing her white-socked toes. “Look what we have here.” He pulled on her toes, playing the piggy game. When he finished he said, “I sure hope that nothing has to happen to your little piggy. TELL ME!” When she did not answer he took the scissors and put them around her little toe. “Too bad about this one,” he said and bore down on the scissors. He heard a loud gasp and then he noticed that Cathy had passed out. I guess she could not take it he thought. He took the scissors and cut the toe of her sock. Then he pulled the sock down around what was left of her boot. He stood back and admired her toes. They were perfectly shaped and painted his favorite color, fire engine red. He felt the ball of her foot and between her toes. The skin was very soft. Cathy must take good care of these, Nick thought. He got out a feather and began to tickle around her toes. He stroked the feather around the ball of her foot. She began to giggle softly when he took a pipe cleaner and pulled it between her toes. He took a feather duster out of the cabinet and began to twirl it around her bare toes. They began to wriggle violently. Cathy began to howl with laughter. He stuck his finger down into her boot and scratched up and down her sole. Cathy screamed louder. Suddenly he switched and began poking under her knees. She began to jerk harder against her bonds. He attacked her ribs. She twisted her torso, trying to get away from his hands. Her yelling laughter became almost uncontrollable.
He stopped long enough to yell, “Tell me!”
Nick thought back to the conversations “Penny” had with Cathy. She had told him that one of her boyfriends had loved to tickle her. He would hold her down and tickle her all over. She told “Penny” that she pretended to hate it, but inside it really turned her on. She was going to tell this boyfriend about it. He really seemed to enjoy tickling her, but before she could tell him how she really felt about it, he was transferred to Iraq. He was a soldier. He wrote to her several times and she had considered that he might be her soul mate. To her dismay, his letters stopped coming. She later found out that he had been killed in a roadside attack. She was inconsolable. She really had loved him and missed him, and the tickling.
Nick noticed then that the crotch of her jeans was wet. He touched them and smelled. No, she had not peed herself. She must have been enjoying the tickle torture so much that she was being turned on. He rubbed her crotch. It lifted up trying to get to his hand. He rubbed some more and was rewarded with some moans from her. He had always dreamed of tickling a helpless woman, but he had never dreamed of tickling one to orgasm!
He went back to tickling her feet while he decided what to do. Then, he went up to her right arm and loosened the strap enough for her to remove her arm. He went back to her feet and started clawing them. He even pulled the sock off the right foot so he could tickle the bare sole. He bent over and began to suck on her left toes. As he licked and suckled on her big toe, she began to moan among the laughter. He looked up and saw that she had brought her free hand down to her crotch and was rubbing it violently. He was so mesmerized by what he saw that he totally froze. He watched as she rubbed harder and harder. As she did she began to breathe harder and harder. Then she popped the snap on her jeans and jammed her fingers into her panties. He did notice that they were a plain white pair. All of a sudden Cathy went limp. Her arm drooped across her belly and the stroking in her pants ceased. Her breathing eased and as he looked, she had the most beautiful smile on her face. He stroked the tops of her bare left toes and watched for a reaction. There was none. She had given herself an orgasm and dozed off. Nick guessed she was all worn out from the tickling and pleasuring herself. He went back to her toes and did a little pleasuring for himself!
When Cathy awoke, she was sitting in the front seat of her van. She was free. She could move her arms and legs. She remembered coming to meet Penny and her being late. She remembered the diner closing and heading out to her van and wondering where Penny was. She hazily remembered, not remembered exactly, it almost seemed like a dream, being tied to a chair and being tickled! It must have been a dream, it could have never happened, but she remembered it as being pleasurable in a sensual way. She had been scared and aroused at the same time! But it could not have happened, could it?
She looked down at her feet. Her bare left toes peeked up at her, and she felt her van’s plastic floor mat under her bare right sole. Her boots had been mutilated. The sole had been cut off the right and the toe had been cut off the left. ‘Oh my God!” she thought. “That is what happened in that dream. I must be going crazy!” She remembered the fear of being hurt and then the tickling. Then the last thing she remembered was the best feeling she had ever had. She felt her jeans. The snap was undone and her panties had a familiar sticky feeling that she instantly associated with pleasure. Then she saw the note pinned to her shirt.
It said, “You finally told me what I needed to hear from you. As I said, I have released you. The only damage you have suffered are the maimed boots. However the money in this envelope will replace the boots and help you forget about this incident. I suggest you take the money and remain quiet. I can find you whenever I want to! There are worst things in the world than being tickled!”
Cathy looked in the envelope. There was a thick stack of hundred dollar bills. “I guess I can buy another pair of boots,” she thought. She also thought about the tickling and while she did she got a warm feeling in her panties. Maybe this was just what she was looking for to put in the spy novel that she was planning to write. If nothing else, it was a good idea for a torture scene. And at least she had something to keep her warm on her lonely nights while she tried to write it. With that thought she cranked the van and drove away.
About five miles in the other direction, Nick was peddling his bike towards his home. He hoped that Cathy had awakened feeing alright. He also hoped the money would help ease any pain she might have suffered at his hands. He had paid her enough to make up for the fact that he had a video of the whole thing. He could not have asked her to sign a waiver form, could he? As he rode, he was trying to think of a good excuse as to why “Penny” had not made it to her dinner date with Cathy. He couldn’t wait to see if Cathy would tell “Penny” about what had happened. Hopefully she would and then he would know if she had enjoyed the tickling as much as he had. If she did, maybe “Penny” would introduce her to “Penny’s” friend Nick. You know, he is really into tickling himself.
