Invisible Ink
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It's been a good ride hasn't it? My fans and I share a taste for the macabre and the dark when it comes to their tickling fiction. I know exactly what my readers want and try desperately to capture it through my words. I know what you guys want to read... Perverted, twisted, sexy little scenes of humilation, tickling, bondage, and just overall madness.
And then there's the plot thing. Overrated perhaps? Just like a plot in a porno, who really fuckin' cares anyway?
Well, I do!
I think a great story can be perverted and sick and exciting and at the same time have a great plot! Right? Ah, oh well. The ride stops here for me, but there's enough talent here at the TMF to go around.
Enjoy this last tale of tickling delight and thanks for everything
THEM GOOD OLD DAYS- Written,directed and produced by Invisible Ink & TicklingNemesis
TicklingNemesis's portions are highlighted in blue
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“The old days of the Wild West were hardly something to gloss over and forget about...”
“Take it from me,”
The old man said, lifting his tired and aching body from the wooden rocking chair. His arms shook nervously as he made his way into the kitchen. His legs were old and tired, but he had the heart of a champion. The cabinets were hard to reach these days, but it didn't stop him from gathering up his favorite snack.
“Yes indeed, I remember how dangerous it was just to walk down the street in them days. I gotta say that I was always a lucky man to be comin' home alive each day.”
“But there was a pair of criminals in those days that couldn't care less about comin' home safe and sound. A woman and man from the likes of which nobody had ever seen, and god willing, never will again!”
The old man sat slowly at his kitchen table as he gathered up the ingredients for his favorite kind of sandwich, peanut butter and smashed pickles.
"In fact, I remember the first time those two came into town." He said
It was the day the Sheriff's 19 year old daughter went missing, and the whole town was in a mess...
Chapter 1:
-1885 Solewood County-
At one point, the sprawling town of Solewood was nothing more than a few tents, a water well, and a property fence made from freshly chopped trees in the surrounding woods. The population was about 200 in the beginning, and the citizens pretty much handled the town's main functions themselves. Harold Chronde was the acting treasurer and handled everyone's money issues back in the early days of the town's history. His broken down, ugly brown tent would later expand into Solewood's first town bank.
Soon after that, more business owners set up shop in Solewood. They brought their families, increased the town's wealth, and eventually created what was known as the most productive and richest western town in American history. Sadly, this respectable title is eventually what buried the town six feet under. Once the word got spread around about the wealth in Solewood, damn near every criminal came in to get them a little piece of the pie. Lawless savages and mindless hoodlums robbed the bank almost weekly. Shoot outs broke out in the streets daily and many of them left families without fathers and brothers.
The sheriff was a hard ass, but he didn't have the brains to really step up and take responsibility for his town's security. When thugs tried robbing the prostitute barn one Sunday afternoon, his answer to stopping future situations like that was to remain closed on Sundays. The townsfolk called him dingle brain behind his back, but his real name was Samuel Crafton. Although he wasn't the smartest man for the job, the truth of the matter was that he was the only one brave enough to wear that Silver Star.
When his daughter went missing, he suddenly became very interested in his position as sheriff. He called a town meeting at the church on that chilly Wednesday morning and dished out his disappointment towards the citizens of Solewood for letting something like this happen to his only daughter. Samuel was pacing back and forth at the podium for several minutes before letting the crowd have it with every cuss word in his simple minded vocabulary. At one point, the priest covered his ears and started praying for his soul.
His face was turning red; almost purple really, as his anger swelled up and flooded his veins. He just couldn't understand how something like this happened in broad daylight and he demanded that anyone who saw anything unusual that day to speak the fuck up now.
"Did anyone check the playin' fields over the hill?" Eleanor Clamp, the town's restaurant owner asked.
"Yeah, we've covered that entire area twice now as a matter of fact." Ralph Higgins, assistant owner of the town's saloon replied.
The sheriff shook his head in disbelief as he listened to the answers coming from his people. He just couldn't believe that his daughter just vanished into thin air! The nearest town to Solewood was over 450 miles away for crying out loud! All of the land between was wilderness, and there was no way his daughter just up and left the town to take a walk.
"I can't fuckin' believe what I'm hearing..." The sheriff shouted.
Everyone got quiet, and the priest shook his head in disgust. It was an awkward moment for the citizens in the sense that they felt Samuel's pain, but didn't understand why he was upset at them for it. Then, a miracle happened that could only be real within the pages of a well written fictional story. The church doors suddenly burst open and in ran two little girls.
"We FOUND her!" Abigail Thomas and Madison Degrass came in screaming.
The sheriff's face lit up with relief and joy as he ran towards the girls.
"Are you sure of it??" He asked.
"Yes sir, we're positive! It was her voice for sure!" They explained.
"Take us to her girls, and please hurry!" He demanded.
The sheriff and the rest of the town followed closely behind them as the girls ran from the church and down the street. They were heading towards where the town's original water well had been standing for nearly a decade now. The girls ran towards the edge of the well itself and placed their hands against the old bricks of the rim. Suddenly, the angelic sounds of the sheriff's daughter were clearly heard coming from deep in the well's belly.
"Oh my god! Darling!! Are you okay baby girl?!!" The sheriff screamed as he leaned over the edge of the well.
An eerie blackness was all that you could see as you glanced down the throat of the well.
"Please!! Please help me daddy!" She shouted from deep in the darkness below. Her voice echoed up and down the shaft and sounded almost like a ghost.
It took seven men, forty feet of horsetail rope, and a little fucking luck to pull the Sheriff's daughter from the well that day. But getting her to the surface wasn't even half as difficult as trying to figure out how she got down there. She was covered in mud when she was brought to the surface and baked in the sunlight. Thick ropes bound her elbows, wrists, thighs, and ankles together in a fashion that everyone present found to be startling and unheard of.
"What happened to you, sweetheart? Who did this to you??" The Sheriff shouted.
"I don't know who they were... A man and a woman did it." She groaned. Poor girl looked as tired as she was dirty.
The sheriff covered his daughter with a blanket, and explained to the nurses to keep a close eye on her. He then gathered up a few of the town's toughest men and had a little POW WOW in the morgue of the hospital. It was at this meeting that the sheriff explained what her daughter had said about her experience. The mood got uglier and uglier as he went on to explain...
"The man stripped her of all clothing and tied her up just out in the open."
Gasps of shock and horror...
"A woman then apparently touched her all over her body, ticklin' I guess. She said it tickled a lot."
He lowered his head in shame, and then slammed his fist against a nearby coffin. Several glasses shook, and a candle flipped off the edge and smashed against the floors of the morgue.
"After they finished with her, she's says they got her all excited like and then lowered her into that fuckin' well like a bucket of water..." He said, holding back his emotions.
They were just going to up and leave her there to hang by her ankles...
"She said she blacked out and can't remember exactly what happened after that."
He lowered his head and turned to face the south eastern side of the morgue. The seven men in his presence lowered their hats as well and sat speechless as the sheriff collected himself.
"So, the way I understand it, a couple checked into the hotel about a week ago. Is that correct?" The sheriff asked Mills Talington, owner of the High Arch Hotel in the corner of town.
"Yes sir RE Sheriff, a man and woman came in dere and rented two rooms from me." Mills replied.
The sheriff's left eyebrow grew curious.
"Two rooms you say?" He asked.
"Well, yes sheriff. They requested two of my rooms. I figured they probably had a good reason fer it." He replied.
The sheriff didn't seem convinced. He wanted to know exactly why those two decided that two rooms were needed.
"Boys, those two sons of bitches just might be responsible for my daughter's kidnappin'. I want them found and brought back to be alive. Got it?" He said sternly.
The sheriff sucked in some air into his lungs and grew up a greasy, slimy spit wad from deep in his throat.
'And be very aware of one thing... these two aren't like them red skinned savages or some two bit cowboys with a gun and something to prove..."
He spit that nasty loogee against the wall. It landed with a wet sounding splatter and dribbled down the wall.
"These are some very nasty mother fuckers..."
Chapter 2:
Well, the goodfellas in Solewood County would soon become aware that the couple who rented two rooms at the hotel wasn’t the couple involved with this crime. Not even close actually. Deep in the woods just outside of town, a couple of travelers made their way through the trees. Their horses were tired and weakened from the seemingly unending journey, and so were the prisoners following behind them.
A man and woman, both leashed and bound at the wrists, followed each of the horses. The man was about 6 foot all, riddled with scars and tattoos all over his chest. His long black hair was greasy and plastered to his face. A short beard covered his chin, but no trace of a mustache remained. The woman walking with a rope around her neck beside the man was very pretty, even when covered in sweat and dirt. She was about an inch shorter than the man, and had long blonde hair. Her dark blue eyes cast striking beauty upon her blemish-free face, but there was an odd sense of evil and mischief about her.
She trotted happily behind her captor as they made their way through the woods. If it weren't for her underwear, she'd be entirely naked. The same could be said about the male prisoner. Two gorgeous looking women were holding this man and woman's freedom as they rode their tired horses with pride. They were sisters, and were big game hunters in the area. Bears, wolves, and the occasional mythical dragon were their favorite prey, but coming across a few trespassers changed their plans for the day.
The sisters had found the man and woman sleeping near a fire just outside of town. They searched their campsite and found big amounts of cash and a lot of strange looking tools lying around. They searched their campsite and found the man and woman sleeping near a fire strange looking tools lying around. They came to the conclusion that these two were definitely criminals, and someone in town was probably looking for them.
But they had an escape plan cooking up...
The man softly turned to the woman and smiled.
"Are you ready?" He asked quietly.
She nodded her head.
"You know I am..." She said, blowing him a cute kiss.
With that, they both stopped in their tracks. The horses felt the sudden increase in straining power and stopped as well. The sisters weren't much pleased at this strange behavior, and it wasn't long before they questioned their reasons...
"Move on prisoner! We're not stopping here!" The older sister shouted.
Both the man and woman prisoners ignored her demands.
"I heard something close by. It may have been a wolf..." The female prisoner said nervously.
They sisters almost immediately tensed up as they grew their rifles. The pelt of a wolf was worth a pretty penny around these parts, and besides that, they got off from the thrill of hunting dangerous game. As the sisters scanned the area and listened for sounds, the male prisoner undid the binds holding his wrists together. The knots were sloppy in his opinion, and he knew that his skills were far greater.
"We don't see any wolves here prisoner!" The younger sister shouted.
That's all it took for the man to jump into action and smack the gun from the older sister's hands. It flew in the air above their heads as a struggle broke out to remain in control.
"You bastards!!! Unhand me or die!" She screamed with rage.
The younger sister raised her gun in anger and placed the nose against the right temple of her female captive. She grabbed her by the elbow and cocked back the rifle. A HUGE struggle was erupting right before their eyes. The guy was clearly strong, and was able to life the woman off the ground. As he lifted her off the ground, he raised his eyebrow and smiled.
"Are you ready to fly?" He asked.
What that, he tossed her head first into a thick patch of shrubs off to the right side. He turned to face his wife and found her with a rifle against her skull.
"Place your filthy hands on the top of her head." She shouted.
"And if I refuse?" He asked mockingly.
She pressed the rifle harder against his wife's skull.
The guy shook his head and smiled.
"So, if I refuse, you'll commit murder and become an outlaw?" He joked.
"Don't TEST my limits you fool! I'll kill you both and bury you out here in the woods." She explained.
"Well then, I guess I have no choice but to surrender." He said calmly.
Suddenly, angered laughter interrupted their argument
"OoOoHAHA AhHAA AHAH ahaha HEY!!"
With a thud, the armed gunwoman was tripped from the back and sent ass first into the dirt. The sneaky blonde had quickly snuck her fast fingers into the woman's armpits and tickled the gun from her possession!! The blonde kicked the rifle away and quickly yanked the woman's wrists behind her back. She bound them together with the same rope that was around her once, only her knots were much more advanced. She was an expert at bondage. Once her wrists were tied, she took a second rope and tied her elbows together. That got a little reaction from the chick!
"Geez!! That hurts!! What's the matter with you people?!" The younger sister shouted.
Next, her knees were quickly wrapped up with rope and bound tightly. Soon, she'd find herself in one of the tightest hogties you'd ever see.
The man walked slowly over to the shrubs where the older sister's legs were sticking out and grabbed her ankles. He pulled her from the bushes and slowly dragged her over to his wife.
"Two for the price of one!" He said, dropping the woman's knocked out body alongside her younger sister.
His wife smiled, rubbing her head against his shoulder.
"How long until THEY come back to collect?" She asked.
The question brought a strange sense of alarm and concern to the man.
"Not long. We've got to hurry my love." He said calmly.
She lifted the younger sister's bound ankles and admired her bare feet. She had such soft skin, even on her heels. You could tell these feet had been encased in boots and socks for almost forever and a day. She had little white balls of cotton sprinkled in between her chubby little toes from sweating all day, and that musky female scent that only a true foot lover could appreciate.
"If it's all the same to you dear, I think I'll work on this one." She said with a wicked grin. She had a thing for tickling butts and feet, and although she was mostly responsible for tickling the male captives, she adored a female's feet once in a blue moon.
He nodded his head in approval as he began to undress his new prisoner. He ripped her blouse open and let her massive 34c breasts jiggle their way into the sunlight.
"Remember love, bring her to the edge of her orgasm, but don't you dare let her finish." He reminded her.
"THEY won't give us anything for her without it..."
Emma flashed her husband a devilish grin. She knew full well what not to do. Did he think she hadn’t learned her lesson? She shuddered at the memory. Oh god, she could still feel the sensations crawling over her creamy skin. Closing her eyes briefly, she regained control of her emotions and slammed the door shut on that nightmarish memory.
She lightly dragged her nails across the younger sister’s feet. She grinned widely at woman’s jerky reaction.
“Lookie, Johnny, she’s a real kicker.” Emma laughed as she attacked the sensitive souls with eagerness. She dipped her fingers in between the toes, grinning when the woman started bucking and shrieking.
“Stohahahaoahahahahahahap! Katieeeehehehahehaehaheahehaheheheehehehe, hehehehahheahhaehaehahaehahehelp,” the younger sister cried out in hysterics.
Johnny glanced briefly at the hogtied woman that his wife was tickling. He smirked then returned his attention to the older sister. He bound her arms to a nearby tree and finished stripping the woman.
The woman, Katie, moaned as she regained consciousness. She tried to sit up, but found that she was unable to do so. Her arms were bound and someone was straddling her. It was the bastard who she and her sister were bringing to town. She turned her head and found her sister hogtied and being tickled by that bitch.
Tickled? She frowned. That didn’t make any sense. Before she could give it any more thought, Johnny began tickling her sides, catching her off guard. Her laughter mingled with her sister’s.
Emma trailed her nimble fingers across the soles of the younger sister, Lizzie, then slowly down her long legs. She dragged her nails up and down the backs of her thighs and across her cute butt.
Lizzie squealed as she felt the nails dance across her buttocks. A few tendrils of coherent thought were able to take root in her mind, as she wondered she and her sister were being tickled. They were well incapacitated that the duo could successfully escape to another town or wherever. But those thoughts scattered as a finger slipped between her legs.
She screamed, “You bitch!” Whatever else she had planned to say were interrupted when her captor viciously attacked her vulnerable sides.
Lizzie shook her head violently, begging, “Nohaoahoahoaaohhaoa, nohahaheheahaehaeheht there! Noahahaoahoahahoahoaaohaoha! Stop!”
She felt the finger return to her nether region, slipping inside, teasing her. Embarrassment crept up on her as a moan intermingled with her laughter. More moans blended together with her laughter, but it wasn’t just her moans. The bastard tickling her older sister, Katie, was also teasing her special place.
Hours Pass like days to a troubled mind…
Katie and Lizzie had been through the ringer and then back again as they were dragged kicking and screaming through this strange and unexplainable process. Their captors had tickled them until their cheeks were rosy and their eyes were leaking, and had teased them sexually to the point in which they could cum from a single kiss. Their nipples were clamped softly with wicker rods and piano wires. Oddly, this combo didn’t cause any pain to the women; rather, it kept their sexual arousal going like a wild fire.
Instead of walking their prisoners through town, Johnny decided to “borrow” a covered wagon he happened upon during a routine walk into the woods to take a leak. It wasn’t easy for Johnny to kill the innocent, so his normally signature style was to leave you naked and tied up to yourself after he robbed you. In a strange way, it was better than getting shot in the face, but not quite as good as just plain gettin’ robbed.
Inside the wagon, he found several bags of oats, some grain, two cases of tobacco, and a pair of turkey cages. A few scattered bullets rolling along the floorboards gave proof that this wagon might have been stolen before. There was a little blood on the shoulder of the cow skin cover that protected the wagon’s innards, but no arrows of any kind.
Katie and Lizzie found themselves hogtied and stuffed into the two turkey cages that came with the package. They were forced against their bellies and wrapped in ropes and wicker rods to keep them snuggly submissive. The cages weren’t big enough for their entire bodies, so their legs from the knees out were pulled through the sides of the cage door and had their ankles tied to the roof of the cage itself.
Needless to say, they were miserable and sexually turned on like never before. Emma decided to blindfold her guests just before they left for town. After all, what’s the fun of teasing and taunting your slaves if they can see it coming?
She sauntered over to the cages and took a seat in between both of them. She tapped against the cage with her fingertips and smiled as the women reacted.
“Hi Girls…” She whispered.
She admired their wiggling asses and the way that their naked toes wiggled and curled as they struggled in their bondage.
“Please… please let us out! We’ll be your slaves without question! We’ll do anything you want!” Katie pleaded.
Emma ignored Katie’s requests as she started playing with a few of Lizzie’s toes. She would softly grab one with two of her fingertips and then wiggle it as if she was playing a child’s foot game.
Lizzie realized suddenly of Emma’s intensions and immediately started crying out for mercy. This was working her up once again.
“Oohhh!! No no please!! Don’t tickle me!! Don’t tickle my feet!!” She whined.
Emma smirked at the women’s silly reactions and started tickling the balls of her pinkish white soles. Her fingertips drove around and around in maddening little circles as she made ways down the arches of these beautiful feet.
“OAOoaAHhahahA ahaha AahahahaA ahAHAHAHhahahahahaaha!!” Lizzie screamed bloody murder as her tootsies were toyed with.
Johnny shot a glare back at Emma through the opening at the mouth of the wagon and reminded her not to push these women over their edges yet. She pouted and shook her head. She rattled the cages of the two women and poked at their bellies through the open holes in the turkey cages.
“And if I did? Then what would happen?” Emma pondered as she crawled her way back into the driver’s seat next to her husband.
“Then you would have to take their place…” Johnny said. He wasn’t kidding around either.
Emma sat back and reached into the front pocket of her dress for a cigarette. She looked around the wagon desperately for a way to light it up, but she couldn’t find anything.
Then, she looked at the author sitting at the computer as he wrote this chapter. She smiled that man charming, cut throat and girlie grin my way as she asked…
“Light me up Ink?” She asked.
There was no response from the heavens above her. Only the darkening sky and the tree tops as the wagon bumped and grinded it’s way down the cleared path through the woods and into town once again.
“Flash us…” A booming voice cried out from the heavens above.
Emma stood up and immediately pulled her dress all the way over her head. She was completely nude save for a pair of thigh highs. Her breasts were large and heavy looking, and her stomach was nearly flat as a pancake. She had great hips that swayed back and forth as she wiggled her butt for us.
So, I lit her cigarette..
So, anyway, back to the story. At this point in time, Johnny was just about at the entrance to the wonderful town of Solewood. This was an interesting choice of navigation for Johnny due to the overwhelming truthful fact that they had just kidnapped a girl the previous night and knew that the town itself would be on high alert. But this is what he lived for when it came down to it. He wanted to be caught in the act so that he’d have a reason to massacre the town. It was one thing to kill an innocent person when you were robbing them blind, but quite another if you killed in self defense.
It made sense to him anyway…
Emma was asked to sneak into the back of the wagon with a gun. Her job was to make sure that their “turkeys” didn’t make a single sound as they traveled through the center of town. On the other side of the massive log gates of Solewood sat the Sheriff and his rifle. He had several men from the town posted on either side of their main street with six shooters and knives. They were carrying lanterns and were told to be on constant alert for prowlers that might be lurking around this evening.
“I’ve got a wagon approaching the gates Sheriff.” said local Blacksmith Charles Pitts. Around town, they called old Stain “Pits” due to his vulgar smelling armpits and his lack of oral hygiene skills.
The sheriff rose from his chair, cocked the rifle by his side, and went to open the gates.
Johnny turned to looked through the wagon’s mouth and saw his wife covering the girl’s cages with empty bags of seeds and then laying in the hay as if she was asleep. He then pulled out two silver platted pistols and had them cocked and ready just behind his coat tails.
The horses were drawn to a steady halt as the gates of Solewood opened slowly. Johnny felt his heart jump into his throat as the gates peeled back slowly. All he had to do was get these women into that well and the rewards would find him. His guns were ready just in case, but he planned to go into this thing calmly and quietly.
That’s when one of the women started making noises in the back. She was mumbling and trying to talk without talking. Emma opened her eyes, and kicked the cage in front of her.
“Hush!” She whispered.
The sheriff was already quite aware of the noise though. He pulled out his rifle AND…
“What have you in der wagon, boy?” the sheriff drawled as he chewed and spit upon the ground. His eyes darkened with suspicious as he studied the stranger.
Johnny tipped his hat to the sheriff. “Only a couple of turkeys.”
“Dat sure dinna sound like no turkey I ever heard, Sheriff Crafton,” Pits muttered.
Samuel steeled himself against the smell that wafted towards him from Pits, trying not to react to the foulness that was assaulting his sense of smell. He noted that the stranger looked slightly green but then again newcomers usually looked a little green when Pits was around.
“Forgive me, Sheriff,” Johnny started as he took off his cowboy hat and placed it over his heart. “I should have mentioned that my dear sweet Emma is lying down in the back. It’s been a long trip and she was doggone tired.”
“Then you wouldn’t mind if you’d show what’s in there.” It wasn’t a question.
Time was running out and fighting with the sheriff would only waste minutes. “Of course not, Sheriff. Just give me a minute to wake my wife.” Johnny then ducked into the back of the wagon.
He found Emma tying bandannas around the sisters’ mouths, effectively cutting off any noise they tried to make. He jerked his towards the back of the wagon; Emma nodded. He moved to the back of the wagon and jumped down. He reached up, grabbed Emma around the waist and lifted her down from the wagon. He felt all the men’s eyes land on Emma.
Johnny felt a stirring in his loins as his eyes roamed over his gorgeous wife, from her flawless to her generous breasts and flat stomach to her long legs. She had donned one of the sister's dresses and as it was bit smaller, it stretched over her sexy body like a glove. Which in this situation was a good thing.
Emma fluttered her eyes at the men and used her hand as if to fan herself. “I don’t understand why you gentlemen need to look in our wagon.” She saddled up to Samuel’s side and shyly touched the gold star he wore. “It’s not as if we did anything wrong, Sheriff.”
Suddenly it got a little too hot for Samuel as if the temperature had risen a few degrees. And his britches felt tighter and uncomfortable. Samuel didn’t say anything for a moment neither did the other men. Johnny knew Emma had them under her spell.
“Did we?” Emma asked, nervously chewing on her bottom lip.
Samuel shook his head slightly, somewhat confused by her question until he recalled what she had said prior to it. “No, ma’am, but it’s a safety precaution.”
“Surely, you could let this slide,” she whispered seductively into his ear. “We’re just passing through.”
Sheriff Crafton couldn’t resist her charms anymore. He had fallen under her seductive spell. He smiled warmly at Emma. “Sure. Let them pass through!”
If the other men were surprised, they didn’t show it. They allowed Johnny and Emma to climb back into their wagon and carry on through town while they returned to their posts. Johnny grinned at Emma. “You did it, babe.”
Emma returned the grin, a devilish glint in her eyes. “No man can resist my charms.” As she said this, she kissed him full on the mouth and boldly grabbed his crotch before disappearing into the back of the wagon to check on the sisters.
Johnny shifted in his seat, his britches feeling snug. As much as he wanted to stop the wagon and go after his devious wife, he knew they had to get the well. They did everything right so they should be richly rewarded.
Johnny could hear the clanging of the cages and knew that Emma was keeping them in a tizzy. Finally they reached the well. From what he could see, there was no one around. The well was far enough from the majority of the homes that no one would see what they were doing.
He was anxious to get rid of the sisters. The longer they were in their possession, the greater the risk that Emma might get a little finger happy and they’d come. He didn’t want that to happen.
He lined the wagon parallel to the well, blocking any view of it. The well was not your typical well. To anyone looking at it, the well was just a normal, regular looking well. But Johnny knew better. They lived in there, whoever or whatever they were. Johnny didn’t care as long as he got paid.
-A Well of a way to die-
The wagon had actually made its way past the town folk without so much as having to kill a single person. Emma and Johnny were sitting pretty as their wagon made its way through the center of town on their way to the well. But getting through the town’s entrance was only half the battle. It looked as though the slack jawed sheriff decided to beef up security around the fuckin’ well itself. Two riflemen were stationed a few yards away from the mouth of it. They were armed to the tits with ammo and six shooters, and had strict orders to forbid anyone near that well after the eleven o clock hour.
It was 12:30 now…
Johnny was gleaming with excitement as he loaded a few of his guns. A shootout was exactly what he had in mind, and these two bastards were the only thing stopping him from a generous payday. It had been a few weeks since his last gunfight, and he was just dying to get back into the line of fire again. Emma on the other hand was terrified of weapons and hated having to use them. She couldn’t stand the sight of blood, and was known to throw sheets over her victims before she shot them so that she didn’t have to see anything.
As the wagon approached, one of the riflemen raised an eyebrow and glared in their direction.
“What’s this?” He asked his partner.
He glanced over at the wagon and studied the driver with his good eye. He could tell right away that this son of a bitch was a killer and that this may very well be a dangerous night of death and destruction after all.
“Looks like a problem. Get yourself ready.” His partner said quietly.
Meanwhile, Johnny was explaining to Emma her part in this situation. He was always the first to get into the heat of battle, and she was to be his clean up attacker. Plus, if he went down for dead in the first few minutes of battle, she could pull away and escape.
“Let em’ approach us, but go along with what I say.” Johnny whispered.
Nervously, she nodded her head and glanced into his eyes.
He hated to see her scared, so he leaned in and kissed her forehead.
“Don’t you worry baby doll, our story doesn’t end here.” Johnny said with a smile.
The muffled moans of their gagged guests could be heard as they began letting their love soaked lips kiss the curves of each other’s faces. Johnny continued cocking his guns and began nibbling up and down Emma’s soft neck.
She giggled shyly and blushed as the tickling sensations aroused her passions.
“Here they come…” She whispered softly.
“Let’s do this and get paid.”
The older of the two men approached the right side of the wagon with guns drawn and suspicious eyes wide open. His guns glimmered under the glow of the moon and his intensions were wrapped in murder and sprinkled with the desire to be a hero for once. He imagined that the heroic men responsible for capturing the bastards who kidnapped the sheriff’s daughter would be cherished and rewarded with great honors.
The other one was much younger; a teenager actually. He nervously came around towards the rear of the wagon armed with a small pistol and a butcher knife. This was his first assignment that put him into a dangerous situation that may end up killing him. No matter, he did as he was instructed and covered the wagon while his superior went to question the drivers.
“Evenin’ fella…” The gunman said as he came up to greet Johnny.
His smile was answered with a suspicious eye and a terrible feeling in the pits of his stomach that shit was about to hit the fan… and hard!
“Evening Sir. What keeps you up on this ungodly hour?” Johnny asked.
Emma was hidden beneath a few bags of grain and several heavy looking blankets in the wagon. She had a sliver of viewing space under all of that, but it was plenty. Her guns were loaded, but she didn’t intend to use them. She hoped that the men would simply question Johnny and then allow them to carry on.
That’s when a blanket was pulled off the turkey cages and both their caged naked prisoners were exposed with their bare buns pointed directly into the eyes of a shocked young man.
“Casey!! Casey!!! It’s them!!!” He shouted.
That was all he needed to hear. He raised his firearm towards Johnny’s chest and began shouting orders at him near the top of his lungs. Johnny didn’t panic, but for the first time in almost forever, he actually thought he was gonna die.
“Put down your gun and I’ll let you leave alive!” Johnny shouted at the man.
“Ha! You’re threatening a man with a gun pointed at your lungs?” He asked angrily; clearly shocked at the driver’s unbelievable cockiness.
“I think they got someon-“The boy shouted from the rear.
His words were cut short as the sound of two blasted bullets shot into the air.
Casey’s face lost all color as he realized his young partner was probably dead at this point. His emotions suddenly took a hold of his brain and he let his watering eyes wander away from Johnny.
That mistake cost Casey his life as Johnny unloaded one shot into his skull from the front.
He dropped to the floor. He was dead.
As if his life was a pre-arranged movie, Johnny glanced away from the dead man and took notice of the well. Suddenly, a bright neon yellowish green color arose from its deep belly. It beckoned him to come closer…
The caged women were screaming their heads off in the back of the wagon. Johnny could hardly stand the horrible sounds.
“Emma!” He shouted; keeping his eyes locked on that strange light coming from the well.
Johnny slowly stepped off the driver’s seat on the wagon and made his way towards the back of the wagon. As he rounded the bend, his eyes met with the unexpected.
The unthinkable…
A young teenager; trembling with fear and white as a ghost; was standing near the rear of the wagon.
A gun was in his hand, and the barrel was still smoking…
Johnny ran in towards the kid, but he stopped him by shouting at him to freeze himself where he was. He was trying to give a warning to Johnny, but his intensions weren’t clear to a man that thought he had lost his wife. He raised the 21 century 45 magnum from his left pocket and shot the teen twice in the chest.
He flew backwards and rolled into a crashing cloud of dust and rocks.
Emma slowly made her way out of the wagon to Johnny’s surprise.
“Emma! You’re ALIVE!!!” He shouted.
She placed her finger against her lips and pointed towards her left. His eyes found it hard to leave the sight of her because of this overwhelming feeling of joy and relief he felt, but he finally gave in and turned away.
Something tall and skinny was standing about ten feet up the grassy hill from them in the darkness. It might have been ten, maybe twelve feet tall but it was dark and Johnny wasn’t sure. This is what the young man had been shooting at when it came up upon him from the rear. The bullets apparently had either totally missed, or failed to hurt this strange thing in any way.
Johnny decided to try and communicate with it. After all, members of the town were only a mile or two away. The sound of gunplay traveled much farther than that. They didn’t have much time to get their asses the fuck out of there.
“Hello there?” He called out from his position on the hill.
It answered him by traveling towards him at a speed beyond what a human man could have done. It was in Johnny’s personal space in less than a second or two.
It was definitely twelve feet tall.
Oddly though, its appearance still remained darkened and out of focus even with him standing inches away. Johnny nervously stepped back and dropped his guns to the ground. The creature followed…
He walked it over to the rear of the wagon and pulled the cages of his two female prisoners towards the edge. He popped the left cage open with ease, but was struggling desperately with the right one.
“mmMmMmMMMPPPHHH!!!” The captured woman screamed as the beast grabbed her hogtied body from the cage and lifted her out like a frozen chicken. Her binds were cut from her body and she was suspended by her ankles in the air.
The gag fell from her mouth, but she was silenced once again as the creature’s finger sunk into her mouth and began filling her mouth with some sort of slime. She dribbled and howled like a frightened animal as the creature’s fingers explored the rest of her. Her eyes nearly popped from their sockets when she felt a thick, slimy finger sink into her rectum. She wiggled her body back and forth; clenched her butt cheeks and howled in discontent.
Johnny was still struggling with the damn cage when Emma came over and started prying at the bars herself. She glanced down towards the town and saw the lights of lanterns swinging back and forth and approaching quickly.
“We’ve gotta get out of here Hon!!” She shouted.
“I KNOW!!” He shouted back as he tugged on the stupid locks. Apparently, one of them got stuck into the frame of the cage and it just wouldn’t give at all.
Meanwhile, the creature was making his way over to the well with its first human treat. He glossed her entire body with a solid layer of green liquid and spun her around and around into she became a giant ball of slime. With his finger still planted deeply in her rectum, he was able to slowly drag the human’s rear end up and out of the slime ball, but just enough to expose her private parts.
He raised her over the well and pulled his finger slowly from her ass. With that, he shoved the ball off the brick edge and into the glowing bottom.
As she fell, her pussy became more and more aroused. The entire ball of slime she found herself cradled inside was acting as a nervous system conductor. It was sending signals of sexual energy and filling her body with messages of pleasure.
It tickled a little…
She giggled softly as she felt little pokes and rubs rubbing around the sides of her thighs and the curves of her body. She smiled and arched her back as the feeling of soft bristles rubbed up and down the sides of her neck and tickled underneath her chin.
Her feet were getting attention just the same. It felt as if someone was rubbing the balls of her soft feet with a hairbrush and then licking the spaces between her little toes.
Her sexual energy increased ten fold as she started rubbing herself against a perfectly shaped curve of slime pressed against her clit.
She moaned with pleasure; forgetting entirely that she was packaged in a ball of slime and falling down the neck of a well.
As she fell farther down, the tickling feelings were increasing and she was trying to focus on her sexual pleasure. She gasped and urged herself to orgasm, but the feelings of being poked and explored by the tips of bird feathers and soft fins kept her orgasm at bay.
She opened her mouth to moan, but she felt pressure keeping her mouth shut. Another hot thought entered her mind and that was that.
As the orgasm flooded her body and satisfied her mind, the aliens waiting at the bottom of the well grabbed the ball of slime and froze her mid-orgasm. Her eyes were wide open and she was caught in that last split second of personal time just before you give in to your body’s calling and let the orgasm travel through you.
But she wasn’t going to ride it out this time…
Instead, she was frozen in that last second and forced to remain there; completely conscious and aware of her situation. A prisoner within herself for all eternity…
But the power that was given off was exactly what the aliens were looking for as they rolled her into another open slot of an empty container. Two other slime balls were there, but many open spaces remained open.
The second ball was on its way down now…
The creature was in the process of paying off Johnny and Emma just before the sheriff and his boys made their way up towards the entrance of the hill that led to the town well.
Two balls of slime were worth a little more to these strange creatures from another world. They remained in the shadows as they gave Johnny his well earned payment.
An off-road jeep vehicle appeared near the wagon. Johnny glanced at the vehicle in sheer shock and bewilderment. Emma couldn’t believe her eyes either.
It was the wagon of the future, they thought to themselves.
Before Johnny had a chance to thank the creature, it leaned in and grasped his forehead with one quick movement. Suddenly, his mind was flooded with the knowledge of the vehicle and how to use it within seconds.
His eyes flickered and watered as he groaned and shouted with confused agony.
“Stop it!! You’re killing him!” Emma shouted with anger.
The creature appreciated Emma’s concerns, but knew exactly what it was doing. Killing the humans helping them out of a jam wasn’t the best idea. But that was that. The creature pulled his hand away and stepped back from them.
Johnny fell to the ground and placed his hands against his forehead. He was still trembling when Emma came along and embraced him.
“You ok Big Daddy?” She asked nervously.
He smiled and glanced at the jeep.
“I’m fine honey, now get in, sit down, shut up and hold on.” Johnny said as he took her by the arm into the Jeep.
He fired up the engine with ease, checked his rear view mirror, and spun the vehicle backwards so that they faced in the direction of the approaching gunmen.
“Hang on!” He shouted as he pressed his muddy boot against the gas petal.
“AaaaAAAAAAaaAaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!” Emma screamed in girlish terror as they took off down the hill in a vehicle from a future far, far away.
As the futuristic vehicle rolled into town towards the awaiting gunmen and soon to be terrified sheriff, Emma’s mind suddenly lost balance and any sort of hold onto sanity as she rolled back and forth against the leather cushions of a vehicle’s seat that wouldn’t even be thought of for another sixty five years or so. She couldn’t handle this, and unfortunately either could her stomach.
“Ooooooooopppppllllwwwwwaaaa!!” She howled, spewing hot stomach bile against the dashboard of the new jeep.
Johnny tried to comfort her with his hand as he dodged bullets and kept a firm grip on the wheel.
“You ok M? You’re just a little motion sick is all Darling! Just lay back and close your eyes!” He shouted.
The jeep suddenly lost traction with the ground below and went air born as he hit a pile of dirt that served as a ramp. Up ahead about a half mile was the sheriff and his posse. They had no fuckin’ clue what was coming their way…
“Sheriff! I gots em’ in me sights!” A colored man said as he raised his long ranged shotgun in the air.
“They’re coming at us with a steady speed Sheriff. Must be a wagon attached to drugged up horses or wild mustangs. Shit, I don’t know man, they coming real fast!” Another of the posse explained as he glanced from his viewpoint on the roof of the saloon.
“Boys, I don’t care if they cross through this town on a fucking boat, there ain’t nothing that’s gonna stop me from putting some silver in their bellies…”
“Oh, and that reminds me!” The Sheriff said, cocking his rifle.
“Any of you flea bitten sons of bitches try and leave this fight before it’s over, just know that I’ll leave you right where I find you with a hole in your head. You got it?!?” The Sheriff screamed.
The thugs sort of glanced around at each other and rolled their eyes. One member of the gang even began to jab at his nostril in search of a salty booger.
“Now let’s stop these rapists, kidnapping, chicken shit fuckers once and fucking for all!”
As the posse cheered and shouted in unison, Johnny flipped the headlights (and the Fog lights) of the vehicle on full blast and drove into the town’s main road.
The intense LED lighting practically blinded the shocked onlookers and now terrified posse that once were ready to face anything the world had to offer.
With an arm across his eyes, the sheriff slowly made his way out towards the lights. He couldn’t see a damn thing, but could feel the intense light all over his body. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced in his life.
Johnny kept the engine running and remained in his seat. All he wanted was to pass through town and get to the next one. He had no intensions of killing anymore people and at this point was no longer in need of a captive.
“Sheriff…” He shouted.
Before he answered the enormous light, he dropped to his knees and threw down his gun.
“Dearest lord, please, PLEASE forgive me before you take me to heaven with you!”
The lights shut off all at once and Johnny popped the door of his jeep open and stepped out.
“What makes you so sure you’re going to Heaven Sheriff?” He said with a smile.
The sheriff could only offer a shaky jaw and a few mortified words of gibberish as his mind tried to grasp the situation unfolding before his eyes. The jeep was not of his time, and the fact that a mortal man just stepped out of it wasn’t helping much either.
Most of the sheriff’s men were also staring in complete shock, but Tom Kraven the Blacksmith had his gun pointed firmly at Johnny. His long black beard was dripping with sweat and his eyes were scanning left and right nervously. His knees were shaking and his stomach was sour, but he was absolutely serious about standing his guard until the Sheriff gave his word.
“How’d you get this?” The sheriff asked nervously.
“A friend let me borrow it.” Johnny said.
The gentlemen glared nervously at each other as the tension of this strange moment grew.
“My wife and I just wanna pass through town and get the fuck out of here Sheriff. We don’t want any trouble.” Johnny said
“Oh, you got trouble boy. Trouble’s not going anywhere I’m afraid. You’ve got kidnapping, murder, and rape hanging over your head.” The Sheriff explained.
“And we ain’t got time for a trial here in this town boy, so we voted that you and your wife be put to death if we ever got our hands on you. And here you are.” The sheriff said with a grin, suddenly seeming to deal with the sight of the futuristic vehicle a little better.
The sheriff raised his guns and pointed them squarely into the chest of Johnny and cocked back the triggers.
“Drop your guns kid.” He said calmly.
Without fear or hesitation, Johnny dropped his guns and raised his arms into the air.
“Now, your kind of scum is something that this town has seen and dealt with for years now. You think you’re something special? Think you’re the only rapist I’ve killed before?” The Sheriff asked angrily.
“I never raped any of your women…” Johnny explained.
His explanation was met with a sharp blow across the left side of his face with one of the sheriff’s two revolvers. The whack against his face and chin ripped a tear in Johnny’s lower lip and immediately startled Emma awake from her sickish slumber.
“Did I ask you for an explanation you sick fucking bastard!?! Huh?! Did I ask you for something??!” The sheriff shouted.
As Emma listened to her husband being screamed at, she began to panic and felt that something awful was coming. Her husband was in grave danger, and quite frankly so was she. If she only had watched Johnny start up this crazy vehicle…
She did, however, watch him when he hit the lights…
“Gentlemen, I bring before you the monster that has been driving fear into your wives and daughters for weeks now. This son of a bitch will die at my hands and you will once again feel safe in your homes. As your Sheriff, I will take the sole responsibility of slaying this awful monster with my guns of justice. Do ya’ll agree with my position?” --
- The sheriff shouted out towards his men.
Their cries of joy and excitement only further inflated the sheriff’s growing ego.
But they weren’t expecting the unexpected…
Emma used her fingers and pushed the buttons that engaged those bright lights like Johnny had done. The headlights and the fog lights were once again used to blind damn near everyone who was there including Johnny himself. His quickness and sheer desperation for living worked to his advantage as he stepped out of the sheriff’s way and sank a fist into his belly from the front.
The sheriff squealed in pain and dropped backwards as the air was sucked out of his lungs from the mighty blow. Johnny pressed his hands against the Jeep’s aerodynamic body and carefully made his way back to the driver’s seat.
The goons sitting atop the saloon began opening fire and shooting at the magnificent lights as they tried to save their sheriff. Most of them were half blind from those damned lights and were shooting based purely on instinct alone. They were shooting in all directions!
Johnny watched as three steaming hot bullets of lead flew threw his windshield and sent crackles and zig zagged patterns across the entire body. Lucky for him, they all missed. But the bullets kept coming down on them like raindrops. The sheriff was starting to load up his shotgun. He spit against the wall he leaned on and tried desperately to find shelter from those retina burning lights! He had just about got the bullets in place when the jeep began lunging forward.
Johnny couldn’t see a thing as he pressed firmly against the gas petal and put that fucking jeep into overdrive. He hardly stopped to realize that he ended up plowing through the side of a wall and nearly taking down half the walkway attached along the second floor. A blood curdling scream was heard loud and proud as the Jeep continued to grind against the wooden planks and chunks of bricks that scrapped the car into shredded metal. The sheriff was in the process of having his insides spewed out as the back tires rolled over him like the front ones had done. In a few gasps, the sheriff and all the hate and evil inside him were released with a splatter and he was gone.
Dead as a doornail…
Just like old Johnny… He was gone too! Once he started leaving the town behind, the jeep was out in the open desert and roaming just like a wild dog. Like some sort of paid professional, young Johnny and his lovely wife hit the open roads of the desert and sailed across the sand as bunny hills were rolled over and left behind. A steer’s skull was smashed into thousands of tiny pieces by the Jeep’s massive modern all terrain front tires.
Johnny was having so much fun, he forgot that Emma was feeling car sick a little while back. Come to think of it, she’s been lying very still and quiet throughout their entire escape. Johnny glanced in his rearview mirror and examined the heavy blanket that Emma’s body hid under and froze up with fear.
His eye’s widened with terror…
“EMMA!!!”
The jeep came rolling to a complete stop at the bottom of hill that lead into a creek bed hat had been dry and dead for years. The jeep’s emergency siren went off as Johnny pushed his door open and jumped into the back to check the status of his wife. He dropped to his knees continuing to scream her name with no response. Then he saw the blood stains coming through on the blanket. The deep red stains that spoke terrible truths to Johnny about the condition of his wife.
“Emma Baby! Please! Please answer me!” He shouted.
With trembling hands, he pulled the blanket up and away…
Meanwhile, a few miles south of Johnny’s location:
A pair of pioneers stopped near the beginning of a deserted trail that would eventually lead the brothers into Solewood County. Unaware of the terrible tragedies that unfolded only minutes before, they were eager and excited to have finally found a place to rest for the night. Thank god, a toilet and a bath for the first time in over two months. The bugs had eaten away at their skin and their shoes were hardly holding together with a few strips of leather.
They released gasps of relief when suddenly a sound in the distance caught their attention.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The sorrowful cry echoed throughout the canyons and startled anyone listening within two miles. Local wildlife like crows and black birds suddenly flew from their hiding spots among the bushes and trees nearby.
The cries of a heartbroken man…
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Several Months later, a family heading through the area in their stagecoach stumbled across something impossible. A vehicle not from their time laid in ruins at the bottom of a canyon a little ways up the trail. The father of this family threw his hand up and demanded silence from his curious family as he slowly pulled a dagger from his coat pocket. His wife grabbed his shoulder and shook her head no. She begged him not to leave her side and pushed him towards the idea of continuing to move forward.
But his curiosity consumed him and he simply had to know what he had found. His eyes couldn’t be removed from the futuristic appearance of the crumbled fiberglass body frame and the shattered colored glass and the blinking lights.
Against his wife’s wishes, he hoped off the stagecoach and slowly approached the crash sight. Armed with only a dagger, this brave man walked towards the unknown without fear. As he got closer, he noticed the bodies of two people stuffed in the wreckage. A man and a woman it seemed. It looked like they had taken a drop straight off the side of a cliff either by mistake or completely on purpose. He’d never know the truth.
Then, the feeling of something watching him startled the man. He froze up as he began thinking that maybe this had been a trap. Maybe some outlaws had set this up and were waiting to ambush travelers stupid enough to get out of their stagecoaches and take a peek. Slowly, the feeling of being watched got stronger and stronger. There was no mistaking it now, he was definitely not alone.
Without warning, two beings not of this earth stepped forward. As if walking through the air, they effortlessly came into this man’s personal space. Never once did their small blue eyes cease from staring at him. His knees buckled and he felt faint overcoming him as he dropped the knife and began to tremble.
Then a voice entered his mind.
Fear us not.
We need your help…
And you’ll be rewarded beyond your imagination if you do…
* End of Final Transmission
And then there's the plot thing. Overrated perhaps? Just like a plot in a porno, who really fuckin' cares anyway?
Well, I do!
I think a great story can be perverted and sick and exciting and at the same time have a great plot! Right? Ah, oh well. The ride stops here for me, but there's enough talent here at the TMF to go around.
Enjoy this last tale of tickling delight and thanks for everything
THEM GOOD OLD DAYS- Written,directed and produced by Invisible Ink & TicklingNemesis
TicklingNemesis's portions are highlighted in blue
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“The old days of the Wild West were hardly something to gloss over and forget about...”
“Take it from me,”
The old man said, lifting his tired and aching body from the wooden rocking chair. His arms shook nervously as he made his way into the kitchen. His legs were old and tired, but he had the heart of a champion. The cabinets were hard to reach these days, but it didn't stop him from gathering up his favorite snack.
“Yes indeed, I remember how dangerous it was just to walk down the street in them days. I gotta say that I was always a lucky man to be comin' home alive each day.”
“But there was a pair of criminals in those days that couldn't care less about comin' home safe and sound. A woman and man from the likes of which nobody had ever seen, and god willing, never will again!”
The old man sat slowly at his kitchen table as he gathered up the ingredients for his favorite kind of sandwich, peanut butter and smashed pickles.
"In fact, I remember the first time those two came into town." He said
It was the day the Sheriff's 19 year old daughter went missing, and the whole town was in a mess...
Chapter 1:
-1885 Solewood County-
At one point, the sprawling town of Solewood was nothing more than a few tents, a water well, and a property fence made from freshly chopped trees in the surrounding woods. The population was about 200 in the beginning, and the citizens pretty much handled the town's main functions themselves. Harold Chronde was the acting treasurer and handled everyone's money issues back in the early days of the town's history. His broken down, ugly brown tent would later expand into Solewood's first town bank.
Soon after that, more business owners set up shop in Solewood. They brought their families, increased the town's wealth, and eventually created what was known as the most productive and richest western town in American history. Sadly, this respectable title is eventually what buried the town six feet under. Once the word got spread around about the wealth in Solewood, damn near every criminal came in to get them a little piece of the pie. Lawless savages and mindless hoodlums robbed the bank almost weekly. Shoot outs broke out in the streets daily and many of them left families without fathers and brothers.
The sheriff was a hard ass, but he didn't have the brains to really step up and take responsibility for his town's security. When thugs tried robbing the prostitute barn one Sunday afternoon, his answer to stopping future situations like that was to remain closed on Sundays. The townsfolk called him dingle brain behind his back, but his real name was Samuel Crafton. Although he wasn't the smartest man for the job, the truth of the matter was that he was the only one brave enough to wear that Silver Star.
When his daughter went missing, he suddenly became very interested in his position as sheriff. He called a town meeting at the church on that chilly Wednesday morning and dished out his disappointment towards the citizens of Solewood for letting something like this happen to his only daughter. Samuel was pacing back and forth at the podium for several minutes before letting the crowd have it with every cuss word in his simple minded vocabulary. At one point, the priest covered his ears and started praying for his soul.
His face was turning red; almost purple really, as his anger swelled up and flooded his veins. He just couldn't understand how something like this happened in broad daylight and he demanded that anyone who saw anything unusual that day to speak the fuck up now.
"Did anyone check the playin' fields over the hill?" Eleanor Clamp, the town's restaurant owner asked.
"Yeah, we've covered that entire area twice now as a matter of fact." Ralph Higgins, assistant owner of the town's saloon replied.
The sheriff shook his head in disbelief as he listened to the answers coming from his people. He just couldn't believe that his daughter just vanished into thin air! The nearest town to Solewood was over 450 miles away for crying out loud! All of the land between was wilderness, and there was no way his daughter just up and left the town to take a walk.
"I can't fuckin' believe what I'm hearing..." The sheriff shouted.
Everyone got quiet, and the priest shook his head in disgust. It was an awkward moment for the citizens in the sense that they felt Samuel's pain, but didn't understand why he was upset at them for it. Then, a miracle happened that could only be real within the pages of a well written fictional story. The church doors suddenly burst open and in ran two little girls.
"We FOUND her!" Abigail Thomas and Madison Degrass came in screaming.
The sheriff's face lit up with relief and joy as he ran towards the girls.
"Are you sure of it??" He asked.
"Yes sir, we're positive! It was her voice for sure!" They explained.
"Take us to her girls, and please hurry!" He demanded.
The sheriff and the rest of the town followed closely behind them as the girls ran from the church and down the street. They were heading towards where the town's original water well had been standing for nearly a decade now. The girls ran towards the edge of the well itself and placed their hands against the old bricks of the rim. Suddenly, the angelic sounds of the sheriff's daughter were clearly heard coming from deep in the well's belly.
"Oh my god! Darling!! Are you okay baby girl?!!" The sheriff screamed as he leaned over the edge of the well.
An eerie blackness was all that you could see as you glanced down the throat of the well.
"Please!! Please help me daddy!" She shouted from deep in the darkness below. Her voice echoed up and down the shaft and sounded almost like a ghost.
It took seven men, forty feet of horsetail rope, and a little fucking luck to pull the Sheriff's daughter from the well that day. But getting her to the surface wasn't even half as difficult as trying to figure out how she got down there. She was covered in mud when she was brought to the surface and baked in the sunlight. Thick ropes bound her elbows, wrists, thighs, and ankles together in a fashion that everyone present found to be startling and unheard of.
"What happened to you, sweetheart? Who did this to you??" The Sheriff shouted.
"I don't know who they were... A man and a woman did it." She groaned. Poor girl looked as tired as she was dirty.
The sheriff covered his daughter with a blanket, and explained to the nurses to keep a close eye on her. He then gathered up a few of the town's toughest men and had a little POW WOW in the morgue of the hospital. It was at this meeting that the sheriff explained what her daughter had said about her experience. The mood got uglier and uglier as he went on to explain...
"The man stripped her of all clothing and tied her up just out in the open."
Gasps of shock and horror...
"A woman then apparently touched her all over her body, ticklin' I guess. She said it tickled a lot."
He lowered his head in shame, and then slammed his fist against a nearby coffin. Several glasses shook, and a candle flipped off the edge and smashed against the floors of the morgue.
"After they finished with her, she's says they got her all excited like and then lowered her into that fuckin' well like a bucket of water..." He said, holding back his emotions.
They were just going to up and leave her there to hang by her ankles...
"She said she blacked out and can't remember exactly what happened after that."
He lowered his head and turned to face the south eastern side of the morgue. The seven men in his presence lowered their hats as well and sat speechless as the sheriff collected himself.
"So, the way I understand it, a couple checked into the hotel about a week ago. Is that correct?" The sheriff asked Mills Talington, owner of the High Arch Hotel in the corner of town.
"Yes sir RE Sheriff, a man and woman came in dere and rented two rooms from me." Mills replied.
The sheriff's left eyebrow grew curious.
"Two rooms you say?" He asked.
"Well, yes sheriff. They requested two of my rooms. I figured they probably had a good reason fer it." He replied.
The sheriff didn't seem convinced. He wanted to know exactly why those two decided that two rooms were needed.
"Boys, those two sons of bitches just might be responsible for my daughter's kidnappin'. I want them found and brought back to be alive. Got it?" He said sternly.
The sheriff sucked in some air into his lungs and grew up a greasy, slimy spit wad from deep in his throat.
'And be very aware of one thing... these two aren't like them red skinned savages or some two bit cowboys with a gun and something to prove..."
He spit that nasty loogee against the wall. It landed with a wet sounding splatter and dribbled down the wall.
"These are some very nasty mother fuckers..."
Chapter 2:
Well, the goodfellas in Solewood County would soon become aware that the couple who rented two rooms at the hotel wasn’t the couple involved with this crime. Not even close actually. Deep in the woods just outside of town, a couple of travelers made their way through the trees. Their horses were tired and weakened from the seemingly unending journey, and so were the prisoners following behind them.
A man and woman, both leashed and bound at the wrists, followed each of the horses. The man was about 6 foot all, riddled with scars and tattoos all over his chest. His long black hair was greasy and plastered to his face. A short beard covered his chin, but no trace of a mustache remained. The woman walking with a rope around her neck beside the man was very pretty, even when covered in sweat and dirt. She was about an inch shorter than the man, and had long blonde hair. Her dark blue eyes cast striking beauty upon her blemish-free face, but there was an odd sense of evil and mischief about her.
She trotted happily behind her captor as they made their way through the woods. If it weren't for her underwear, she'd be entirely naked. The same could be said about the male prisoner. Two gorgeous looking women were holding this man and woman's freedom as they rode their tired horses with pride. They were sisters, and were big game hunters in the area. Bears, wolves, and the occasional mythical dragon were their favorite prey, but coming across a few trespassers changed their plans for the day.
The sisters had found the man and woman sleeping near a fire just outside of town. They searched their campsite and found big amounts of cash and a lot of strange looking tools lying around. They searched their campsite and found the man and woman sleeping near a fire strange looking tools lying around. They came to the conclusion that these two were definitely criminals, and someone in town was probably looking for them.
But they had an escape plan cooking up...
The man softly turned to the woman and smiled.
"Are you ready?" He asked quietly.
She nodded her head.
"You know I am..." She said, blowing him a cute kiss.
With that, they both stopped in their tracks. The horses felt the sudden increase in straining power and stopped as well. The sisters weren't much pleased at this strange behavior, and it wasn't long before they questioned their reasons...
"Move on prisoner! We're not stopping here!" The older sister shouted.
Both the man and woman prisoners ignored her demands.
"I heard something close by. It may have been a wolf..." The female prisoner said nervously.
They sisters almost immediately tensed up as they grew their rifles. The pelt of a wolf was worth a pretty penny around these parts, and besides that, they got off from the thrill of hunting dangerous game. As the sisters scanned the area and listened for sounds, the male prisoner undid the binds holding his wrists together. The knots were sloppy in his opinion, and he knew that his skills were far greater.
"We don't see any wolves here prisoner!" The younger sister shouted.
That's all it took for the man to jump into action and smack the gun from the older sister's hands. It flew in the air above their heads as a struggle broke out to remain in control.
"You bastards!!! Unhand me or die!" She screamed with rage.
The younger sister raised her gun in anger and placed the nose against the right temple of her female captive. She grabbed her by the elbow and cocked back the rifle. A HUGE struggle was erupting right before their eyes. The guy was clearly strong, and was able to life the woman off the ground. As he lifted her off the ground, he raised his eyebrow and smiled.
"Are you ready to fly?" He asked.
What that, he tossed her head first into a thick patch of shrubs off to the right side. He turned to face his wife and found her with a rifle against her skull.
"Place your filthy hands on the top of her head." She shouted.
"And if I refuse?" He asked mockingly.
She pressed the rifle harder against his wife's skull.
The guy shook his head and smiled.
"So, if I refuse, you'll commit murder and become an outlaw?" He joked.
"Don't TEST my limits you fool! I'll kill you both and bury you out here in the woods." She explained.
"Well then, I guess I have no choice but to surrender." He said calmly.
Suddenly, angered laughter interrupted their argument
"OoOoHAHA AhHAA AHAH ahaha HEY!!"
With a thud, the armed gunwoman was tripped from the back and sent ass first into the dirt. The sneaky blonde had quickly snuck her fast fingers into the woman's armpits and tickled the gun from her possession!! The blonde kicked the rifle away and quickly yanked the woman's wrists behind her back. She bound them together with the same rope that was around her once, only her knots were much more advanced. She was an expert at bondage. Once her wrists were tied, she took a second rope and tied her elbows together. That got a little reaction from the chick!
"Geez!! That hurts!! What's the matter with you people?!" The younger sister shouted.
Next, her knees were quickly wrapped up with rope and bound tightly. Soon, she'd find herself in one of the tightest hogties you'd ever see.
The man walked slowly over to the shrubs where the older sister's legs were sticking out and grabbed her ankles. He pulled her from the bushes and slowly dragged her over to his wife.
"Two for the price of one!" He said, dropping the woman's knocked out body alongside her younger sister.
His wife smiled, rubbing her head against his shoulder.
"How long until THEY come back to collect?" She asked.
The question brought a strange sense of alarm and concern to the man.
"Not long. We've got to hurry my love." He said calmly.
She lifted the younger sister's bound ankles and admired her bare feet. She had such soft skin, even on her heels. You could tell these feet had been encased in boots and socks for almost forever and a day. She had little white balls of cotton sprinkled in between her chubby little toes from sweating all day, and that musky female scent that only a true foot lover could appreciate.
"If it's all the same to you dear, I think I'll work on this one." She said with a wicked grin. She had a thing for tickling butts and feet, and although she was mostly responsible for tickling the male captives, she adored a female's feet once in a blue moon.
He nodded his head in approval as he began to undress his new prisoner. He ripped her blouse open and let her massive 34c breasts jiggle their way into the sunlight.
"Remember love, bring her to the edge of her orgasm, but don't you dare let her finish." He reminded her.
"THEY won't give us anything for her without it..."
Emma flashed her husband a devilish grin. She knew full well what not to do. Did he think she hadn’t learned her lesson? She shuddered at the memory. Oh god, she could still feel the sensations crawling over her creamy skin. Closing her eyes briefly, she regained control of her emotions and slammed the door shut on that nightmarish memory.
She lightly dragged her nails across the younger sister’s feet. She grinned widely at woman’s jerky reaction.
“Lookie, Johnny, she’s a real kicker.” Emma laughed as she attacked the sensitive souls with eagerness. She dipped her fingers in between the toes, grinning when the woman started bucking and shrieking.
“Stohahahaoahahahahahahap! Katieeeehehehahehaehaheahehaheheheehehehe, hehehehahheahhaehaehahaehahehelp,” the younger sister cried out in hysterics.
Johnny glanced briefly at the hogtied woman that his wife was tickling. He smirked then returned his attention to the older sister. He bound her arms to a nearby tree and finished stripping the woman.
The woman, Katie, moaned as she regained consciousness. She tried to sit up, but found that she was unable to do so. Her arms were bound and someone was straddling her. It was the bastard who she and her sister were bringing to town. She turned her head and found her sister hogtied and being tickled by that bitch.
Tickled? She frowned. That didn’t make any sense. Before she could give it any more thought, Johnny began tickling her sides, catching her off guard. Her laughter mingled with her sister’s.
Emma trailed her nimble fingers across the soles of the younger sister, Lizzie, then slowly down her long legs. She dragged her nails up and down the backs of her thighs and across her cute butt.
Lizzie squealed as she felt the nails dance across her buttocks. A few tendrils of coherent thought were able to take root in her mind, as she wondered she and her sister were being tickled. They were well incapacitated that the duo could successfully escape to another town or wherever. But those thoughts scattered as a finger slipped between her legs.
She screamed, “You bitch!” Whatever else she had planned to say were interrupted when her captor viciously attacked her vulnerable sides.
Lizzie shook her head violently, begging, “Nohaoahoahoaaohhaoa, nohahaheheahaehaeheht there! Noahahaoahoahahoahoaaohaoha! Stop!”
She felt the finger return to her nether region, slipping inside, teasing her. Embarrassment crept up on her as a moan intermingled with her laughter. More moans blended together with her laughter, but it wasn’t just her moans. The bastard tickling her older sister, Katie, was also teasing her special place.
Hours Pass like days to a troubled mind…
Katie and Lizzie had been through the ringer and then back again as they were dragged kicking and screaming through this strange and unexplainable process. Their captors had tickled them until their cheeks were rosy and their eyes were leaking, and had teased them sexually to the point in which they could cum from a single kiss. Their nipples were clamped softly with wicker rods and piano wires. Oddly, this combo didn’t cause any pain to the women; rather, it kept their sexual arousal going like a wild fire.
Instead of walking their prisoners through town, Johnny decided to “borrow” a covered wagon he happened upon during a routine walk into the woods to take a leak. It wasn’t easy for Johnny to kill the innocent, so his normally signature style was to leave you naked and tied up to yourself after he robbed you. In a strange way, it was better than getting shot in the face, but not quite as good as just plain gettin’ robbed.
Inside the wagon, he found several bags of oats, some grain, two cases of tobacco, and a pair of turkey cages. A few scattered bullets rolling along the floorboards gave proof that this wagon might have been stolen before. There was a little blood on the shoulder of the cow skin cover that protected the wagon’s innards, but no arrows of any kind.
Katie and Lizzie found themselves hogtied and stuffed into the two turkey cages that came with the package. They were forced against their bellies and wrapped in ropes and wicker rods to keep them snuggly submissive. The cages weren’t big enough for their entire bodies, so their legs from the knees out were pulled through the sides of the cage door and had their ankles tied to the roof of the cage itself.
Needless to say, they were miserable and sexually turned on like never before. Emma decided to blindfold her guests just before they left for town. After all, what’s the fun of teasing and taunting your slaves if they can see it coming?
She sauntered over to the cages and took a seat in between both of them. She tapped against the cage with her fingertips and smiled as the women reacted.
“Hi Girls…” She whispered.
She admired their wiggling asses and the way that their naked toes wiggled and curled as they struggled in their bondage.
“Please… please let us out! We’ll be your slaves without question! We’ll do anything you want!” Katie pleaded.
Emma ignored Katie’s requests as she started playing with a few of Lizzie’s toes. She would softly grab one with two of her fingertips and then wiggle it as if she was playing a child’s foot game.
Lizzie realized suddenly of Emma’s intensions and immediately started crying out for mercy. This was working her up once again.
“Oohhh!! No no please!! Don’t tickle me!! Don’t tickle my feet!!” She whined.
Emma smirked at the women’s silly reactions and started tickling the balls of her pinkish white soles. Her fingertips drove around and around in maddening little circles as she made ways down the arches of these beautiful feet.
“OAOoaAHhahahA ahaha AahahahaA ahAHAHAHhahahahahaaha!!” Lizzie screamed bloody murder as her tootsies were toyed with.
Johnny shot a glare back at Emma through the opening at the mouth of the wagon and reminded her not to push these women over their edges yet. She pouted and shook her head. She rattled the cages of the two women and poked at their bellies through the open holes in the turkey cages.
“And if I did? Then what would happen?” Emma pondered as she crawled her way back into the driver’s seat next to her husband.
“Then you would have to take their place…” Johnny said. He wasn’t kidding around either.
Emma sat back and reached into the front pocket of her dress for a cigarette. She looked around the wagon desperately for a way to light it up, but she couldn’t find anything.
Then, she looked at the author sitting at the computer as he wrote this chapter. She smiled that man charming, cut throat and girlie grin my way as she asked…
“Light me up Ink?” She asked.
There was no response from the heavens above her. Only the darkening sky and the tree tops as the wagon bumped and grinded it’s way down the cleared path through the woods and into town once again.
“Flash us…” A booming voice cried out from the heavens above.
Emma stood up and immediately pulled her dress all the way over her head. She was completely nude save for a pair of thigh highs. Her breasts were large and heavy looking, and her stomach was nearly flat as a pancake. She had great hips that swayed back and forth as she wiggled her butt for us.
So, I lit her cigarette..
So, anyway, back to the story. At this point in time, Johnny was just about at the entrance to the wonderful town of Solewood. This was an interesting choice of navigation for Johnny due to the overwhelming truthful fact that they had just kidnapped a girl the previous night and knew that the town itself would be on high alert. But this is what he lived for when it came down to it. He wanted to be caught in the act so that he’d have a reason to massacre the town. It was one thing to kill an innocent person when you were robbing them blind, but quite another if you killed in self defense.
It made sense to him anyway…
Emma was asked to sneak into the back of the wagon with a gun. Her job was to make sure that their “turkeys” didn’t make a single sound as they traveled through the center of town. On the other side of the massive log gates of Solewood sat the Sheriff and his rifle. He had several men from the town posted on either side of their main street with six shooters and knives. They were carrying lanterns and were told to be on constant alert for prowlers that might be lurking around this evening.
“I’ve got a wagon approaching the gates Sheriff.” said local Blacksmith Charles Pitts. Around town, they called old Stain “Pits” due to his vulgar smelling armpits and his lack of oral hygiene skills.
The sheriff rose from his chair, cocked the rifle by his side, and went to open the gates.
Johnny turned to looked through the wagon’s mouth and saw his wife covering the girl’s cages with empty bags of seeds and then laying in the hay as if she was asleep. He then pulled out two silver platted pistols and had them cocked and ready just behind his coat tails.
The horses were drawn to a steady halt as the gates of Solewood opened slowly. Johnny felt his heart jump into his throat as the gates peeled back slowly. All he had to do was get these women into that well and the rewards would find him. His guns were ready just in case, but he planned to go into this thing calmly and quietly.
That’s when one of the women started making noises in the back. She was mumbling and trying to talk without talking. Emma opened her eyes, and kicked the cage in front of her.
“Hush!” She whispered.
The sheriff was already quite aware of the noise though. He pulled out his rifle AND…
“What have you in der wagon, boy?” the sheriff drawled as he chewed and spit upon the ground. His eyes darkened with suspicious as he studied the stranger.
Johnny tipped his hat to the sheriff. “Only a couple of turkeys.”
“Dat sure dinna sound like no turkey I ever heard, Sheriff Crafton,” Pits muttered.
Samuel steeled himself against the smell that wafted towards him from Pits, trying not to react to the foulness that was assaulting his sense of smell. He noted that the stranger looked slightly green but then again newcomers usually looked a little green when Pits was around.
“Forgive me, Sheriff,” Johnny started as he took off his cowboy hat and placed it over his heart. “I should have mentioned that my dear sweet Emma is lying down in the back. It’s been a long trip and she was doggone tired.”
“Then you wouldn’t mind if you’d show what’s in there.” It wasn’t a question.
Time was running out and fighting with the sheriff would only waste minutes. “Of course not, Sheriff. Just give me a minute to wake my wife.” Johnny then ducked into the back of the wagon.
He found Emma tying bandannas around the sisters’ mouths, effectively cutting off any noise they tried to make. He jerked his towards the back of the wagon; Emma nodded. He moved to the back of the wagon and jumped down. He reached up, grabbed Emma around the waist and lifted her down from the wagon. He felt all the men’s eyes land on Emma.
Johnny felt a stirring in his loins as his eyes roamed over his gorgeous wife, from her flawless to her generous breasts and flat stomach to her long legs. She had donned one of the sister's dresses and as it was bit smaller, it stretched over her sexy body like a glove. Which in this situation was a good thing.
Emma fluttered her eyes at the men and used her hand as if to fan herself. “I don’t understand why you gentlemen need to look in our wagon.” She saddled up to Samuel’s side and shyly touched the gold star he wore. “It’s not as if we did anything wrong, Sheriff.”
Suddenly it got a little too hot for Samuel as if the temperature had risen a few degrees. And his britches felt tighter and uncomfortable. Samuel didn’t say anything for a moment neither did the other men. Johnny knew Emma had them under her spell.
“Did we?” Emma asked, nervously chewing on her bottom lip.
Samuel shook his head slightly, somewhat confused by her question until he recalled what she had said prior to it. “No, ma’am, but it’s a safety precaution.”
“Surely, you could let this slide,” she whispered seductively into his ear. “We’re just passing through.”
Sheriff Crafton couldn’t resist her charms anymore. He had fallen under her seductive spell. He smiled warmly at Emma. “Sure. Let them pass through!”
If the other men were surprised, they didn’t show it. They allowed Johnny and Emma to climb back into their wagon and carry on through town while they returned to their posts. Johnny grinned at Emma. “You did it, babe.”
Emma returned the grin, a devilish glint in her eyes. “No man can resist my charms.” As she said this, she kissed him full on the mouth and boldly grabbed his crotch before disappearing into the back of the wagon to check on the sisters.
Johnny shifted in his seat, his britches feeling snug. As much as he wanted to stop the wagon and go after his devious wife, he knew they had to get the well. They did everything right so they should be richly rewarded.
Johnny could hear the clanging of the cages and knew that Emma was keeping them in a tizzy. Finally they reached the well. From what he could see, there was no one around. The well was far enough from the majority of the homes that no one would see what they were doing.
He was anxious to get rid of the sisters. The longer they were in their possession, the greater the risk that Emma might get a little finger happy and they’d come. He didn’t want that to happen.
He lined the wagon parallel to the well, blocking any view of it. The well was not your typical well. To anyone looking at it, the well was just a normal, regular looking well. But Johnny knew better. They lived in there, whoever or whatever they were. Johnny didn’t care as long as he got paid.
-A Well of a way to die-
The wagon had actually made its way past the town folk without so much as having to kill a single person. Emma and Johnny were sitting pretty as their wagon made its way through the center of town on their way to the well. But getting through the town’s entrance was only half the battle. It looked as though the slack jawed sheriff decided to beef up security around the fuckin’ well itself. Two riflemen were stationed a few yards away from the mouth of it. They were armed to the tits with ammo and six shooters, and had strict orders to forbid anyone near that well after the eleven o clock hour.
It was 12:30 now…
Johnny was gleaming with excitement as he loaded a few of his guns. A shootout was exactly what he had in mind, and these two bastards were the only thing stopping him from a generous payday. It had been a few weeks since his last gunfight, and he was just dying to get back into the line of fire again. Emma on the other hand was terrified of weapons and hated having to use them. She couldn’t stand the sight of blood, and was known to throw sheets over her victims before she shot them so that she didn’t have to see anything.
As the wagon approached, one of the riflemen raised an eyebrow and glared in their direction.
“What’s this?” He asked his partner.
He glanced over at the wagon and studied the driver with his good eye. He could tell right away that this son of a bitch was a killer and that this may very well be a dangerous night of death and destruction after all.
“Looks like a problem. Get yourself ready.” His partner said quietly.
Meanwhile, Johnny was explaining to Emma her part in this situation. He was always the first to get into the heat of battle, and she was to be his clean up attacker. Plus, if he went down for dead in the first few minutes of battle, she could pull away and escape.
“Let em’ approach us, but go along with what I say.” Johnny whispered.
Nervously, she nodded her head and glanced into his eyes.
He hated to see her scared, so he leaned in and kissed her forehead.
“Don’t you worry baby doll, our story doesn’t end here.” Johnny said with a smile.
The muffled moans of their gagged guests could be heard as they began letting their love soaked lips kiss the curves of each other’s faces. Johnny continued cocking his guns and began nibbling up and down Emma’s soft neck.
She giggled shyly and blushed as the tickling sensations aroused her passions.
“Here they come…” She whispered softly.
“Let’s do this and get paid.”
The older of the two men approached the right side of the wagon with guns drawn and suspicious eyes wide open. His guns glimmered under the glow of the moon and his intensions were wrapped in murder and sprinkled with the desire to be a hero for once. He imagined that the heroic men responsible for capturing the bastards who kidnapped the sheriff’s daughter would be cherished and rewarded with great honors.
The other one was much younger; a teenager actually. He nervously came around towards the rear of the wagon armed with a small pistol and a butcher knife. This was his first assignment that put him into a dangerous situation that may end up killing him. No matter, he did as he was instructed and covered the wagon while his superior went to question the drivers.
“Evenin’ fella…” The gunman said as he came up to greet Johnny.
His smile was answered with a suspicious eye and a terrible feeling in the pits of his stomach that shit was about to hit the fan… and hard!
“Evening Sir. What keeps you up on this ungodly hour?” Johnny asked.
Emma was hidden beneath a few bags of grain and several heavy looking blankets in the wagon. She had a sliver of viewing space under all of that, but it was plenty. Her guns were loaded, but she didn’t intend to use them. She hoped that the men would simply question Johnny and then allow them to carry on.
That’s when a blanket was pulled off the turkey cages and both their caged naked prisoners were exposed with their bare buns pointed directly into the eyes of a shocked young man.
“Casey!! Casey!!! It’s them!!!” He shouted.
That was all he needed to hear. He raised his firearm towards Johnny’s chest and began shouting orders at him near the top of his lungs. Johnny didn’t panic, but for the first time in almost forever, he actually thought he was gonna die.
“Put down your gun and I’ll let you leave alive!” Johnny shouted at the man.
“Ha! You’re threatening a man with a gun pointed at your lungs?” He asked angrily; clearly shocked at the driver’s unbelievable cockiness.
“I think they got someon-“The boy shouted from the rear.
His words were cut short as the sound of two blasted bullets shot into the air.
Casey’s face lost all color as he realized his young partner was probably dead at this point. His emotions suddenly took a hold of his brain and he let his watering eyes wander away from Johnny.
That mistake cost Casey his life as Johnny unloaded one shot into his skull from the front.
He dropped to the floor. He was dead.
As if his life was a pre-arranged movie, Johnny glanced away from the dead man and took notice of the well. Suddenly, a bright neon yellowish green color arose from its deep belly. It beckoned him to come closer…
The caged women were screaming their heads off in the back of the wagon. Johnny could hardly stand the horrible sounds.
“Emma!” He shouted; keeping his eyes locked on that strange light coming from the well.
Johnny slowly stepped off the driver’s seat on the wagon and made his way towards the back of the wagon. As he rounded the bend, his eyes met with the unexpected.
The unthinkable…
A young teenager; trembling with fear and white as a ghost; was standing near the rear of the wagon.
A gun was in his hand, and the barrel was still smoking…
Johnny ran in towards the kid, but he stopped him by shouting at him to freeze himself where he was. He was trying to give a warning to Johnny, but his intensions weren’t clear to a man that thought he had lost his wife. He raised the 21 century 45 magnum from his left pocket and shot the teen twice in the chest.
He flew backwards and rolled into a crashing cloud of dust and rocks.
Emma slowly made her way out of the wagon to Johnny’s surprise.
“Emma! You’re ALIVE!!!” He shouted.
She placed her finger against her lips and pointed towards her left. His eyes found it hard to leave the sight of her because of this overwhelming feeling of joy and relief he felt, but he finally gave in and turned away.
Something tall and skinny was standing about ten feet up the grassy hill from them in the darkness. It might have been ten, maybe twelve feet tall but it was dark and Johnny wasn’t sure. This is what the young man had been shooting at when it came up upon him from the rear. The bullets apparently had either totally missed, or failed to hurt this strange thing in any way.
Johnny decided to try and communicate with it. After all, members of the town were only a mile or two away. The sound of gunplay traveled much farther than that. They didn’t have much time to get their asses the fuck out of there.
“Hello there?” He called out from his position on the hill.
It answered him by traveling towards him at a speed beyond what a human man could have done. It was in Johnny’s personal space in less than a second or two.
It was definitely twelve feet tall.
Oddly though, its appearance still remained darkened and out of focus even with him standing inches away. Johnny nervously stepped back and dropped his guns to the ground. The creature followed…
He walked it over to the rear of the wagon and pulled the cages of his two female prisoners towards the edge. He popped the left cage open with ease, but was struggling desperately with the right one.
“mmMmMmMMMPPPHHH!!!” The captured woman screamed as the beast grabbed her hogtied body from the cage and lifted her out like a frozen chicken. Her binds were cut from her body and she was suspended by her ankles in the air.
The gag fell from her mouth, but she was silenced once again as the creature’s finger sunk into her mouth and began filling her mouth with some sort of slime. She dribbled and howled like a frightened animal as the creature’s fingers explored the rest of her. Her eyes nearly popped from their sockets when she felt a thick, slimy finger sink into her rectum. She wiggled her body back and forth; clenched her butt cheeks and howled in discontent.
Johnny was still struggling with the damn cage when Emma came over and started prying at the bars herself. She glanced down towards the town and saw the lights of lanterns swinging back and forth and approaching quickly.
“We’ve gotta get out of here Hon!!” She shouted.
“I KNOW!!” He shouted back as he tugged on the stupid locks. Apparently, one of them got stuck into the frame of the cage and it just wouldn’t give at all.
Meanwhile, the creature was making his way over to the well with its first human treat. He glossed her entire body with a solid layer of green liquid and spun her around and around into she became a giant ball of slime. With his finger still planted deeply in her rectum, he was able to slowly drag the human’s rear end up and out of the slime ball, but just enough to expose her private parts.
He raised her over the well and pulled his finger slowly from her ass. With that, he shoved the ball off the brick edge and into the glowing bottom.
As she fell, her pussy became more and more aroused. The entire ball of slime she found herself cradled inside was acting as a nervous system conductor. It was sending signals of sexual energy and filling her body with messages of pleasure.
It tickled a little…
She giggled softly as she felt little pokes and rubs rubbing around the sides of her thighs and the curves of her body. She smiled and arched her back as the feeling of soft bristles rubbed up and down the sides of her neck and tickled underneath her chin.
Her feet were getting attention just the same. It felt as if someone was rubbing the balls of her soft feet with a hairbrush and then licking the spaces between her little toes.
Her sexual energy increased ten fold as she started rubbing herself against a perfectly shaped curve of slime pressed against her clit.
She moaned with pleasure; forgetting entirely that she was packaged in a ball of slime and falling down the neck of a well.
As she fell farther down, the tickling feelings were increasing and she was trying to focus on her sexual pleasure. She gasped and urged herself to orgasm, but the feelings of being poked and explored by the tips of bird feathers and soft fins kept her orgasm at bay.
She opened her mouth to moan, but she felt pressure keeping her mouth shut. Another hot thought entered her mind and that was that.
As the orgasm flooded her body and satisfied her mind, the aliens waiting at the bottom of the well grabbed the ball of slime and froze her mid-orgasm. Her eyes were wide open and she was caught in that last split second of personal time just before you give in to your body’s calling and let the orgasm travel through you.
But she wasn’t going to ride it out this time…
Instead, she was frozen in that last second and forced to remain there; completely conscious and aware of her situation. A prisoner within herself for all eternity…
But the power that was given off was exactly what the aliens were looking for as they rolled her into another open slot of an empty container. Two other slime balls were there, but many open spaces remained open.
The second ball was on its way down now…
The creature was in the process of paying off Johnny and Emma just before the sheriff and his boys made their way up towards the entrance of the hill that led to the town well.
Two balls of slime were worth a little more to these strange creatures from another world. They remained in the shadows as they gave Johnny his well earned payment.
An off-road jeep vehicle appeared near the wagon. Johnny glanced at the vehicle in sheer shock and bewilderment. Emma couldn’t believe her eyes either.
It was the wagon of the future, they thought to themselves.
Before Johnny had a chance to thank the creature, it leaned in and grasped his forehead with one quick movement. Suddenly, his mind was flooded with the knowledge of the vehicle and how to use it within seconds.
His eyes flickered and watered as he groaned and shouted with confused agony.
“Stop it!! You’re killing him!” Emma shouted with anger.
The creature appreciated Emma’s concerns, but knew exactly what it was doing. Killing the humans helping them out of a jam wasn’t the best idea. But that was that. The creature pulled his hand away and stepped back from them.
Johnny fell to the ground and placed his hands against his forehead. He was still trembling when Emma came along and embraced him.
“You ok Big Daddy?” She asked nervously.
He smiled and glanced at the jeep.
“I’m fine honey, now get in, sit down, shut up and hold on.” Johnny said as he took her by the arm into the Jeep.
He fired up the engine with ease, checked his rear view mirror, and spun the vehicle backwards so that they faced in the direction of the approaching gunmen.
“Hang on!” He shouted as he pressed his muddy boot against the gas petal.
“AaaaAAAAAAaaAaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!” Emma screamed in girlish terror as they took off down the hill in a vehicle from a future far, far away.
As the futuristic vehicle rolled into town towards the awaiting gunmen and soon to be terrified sheriff, Emma’s mind suddenly lost balance and any sort of hold onto sanity as she rolled back and forth against the leather cushions of a vehicle’s seat that wouldn’t even be thought of for another sixty five years or so. She couldn’t handle this, and unfortunately either could her stomach.
“Ooooooooopppppllllwwwwwaaaa!!” She howled, spewing hot stomach bile against the dashboard of the new jeep.
Johnny tried to comfort her with his hand as he dodged bullets and kept a firm grip on the wheel.
“You ok M? You’re just a little motion sick is all Darling! Just lay back and close your eyes!” He shouted.
The jeep suddenly lost traction with the ground below and went air born as he hit a pile of dirt that served as a ramp. Up ahead about a half mile was the sheriff and his posse. They had no fuckin’ clue what was coming their way…
“Sheriff! I gots em’ in me sights!” A colored man said as he raised his long ranged shotgun in the air.
“They’re coming at us with a steady speed Sheriff. Must be a wagon attached to drugged up horses or wild mustangs. Shit, I don’t know man, they coming real fast!” Another of the posse explained as he glanced from his viewpoint on the roof of the saloon.
“Boys, I don’t care if they cross through this town on a fucking boat, there ain’t nothing that’s gonna stop me from putting some silver in their bellies…”
“Oh, and that reminds me!” The Sheriff said, cocking his rifle.
“Any of you flea bitten sons of bitches try and leave this fight before it’s over, just know that I’ll leave you right where I find you with a hole in your head. You got it?!?” The Sheriff screamed.
The thugs sort of glanced around at each other and rolled their eyes. One member of the gang even began to jab at his nostril in search of a salty booger.
“Now let’s stop these rapists, kidnapping, chicken shit fuckers once and fucking for all!”
As the posse cheered and shouted in unison, Johnny flipped the headlights (and the Fog lights) of the vehicle on full blast and drove into the town’s main road.
The intense LED lighting practically blinded the shocked onlookers and now terrified posse that once were ready to face anything the world had to offer.
With an arm across his eyes, the sheriff slowly made his way out towards the lights. He couldn’t see a damn thing, but could feel the intense light all over his body. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced in his life.
Johnny kept the engine running and remained in his seat. All he wanted was to pass through town and get to the next one. He had no intensions of killing anymore people and at this point was no longer in need of a captive.
“Sheriff…” He shouted.
Before he answered the enormous light, he dropped to his knees and threw down his gun.
“Dearest lord, please, PLEASE forgive me before you take me to heaven with you!”
The lights shut off all at once and Johnny popped the door of his jeep open and stepped out.
“What makes you so sure you’re going to Heaven Sheriff?” He said with a smile.
The sheriff could only offer a shaky jaw and a few mortified words of gibberish as his mind tried to grasp the situation unfolding before his eyes. The jeep was not of his time, and the fact that a mortal man just stepped out of it wasn’t helping much either.
Most of the sheriff’s men were also staring in complete shock, but Tom Kraven the Blacksmith had his gun pointed firmly at Johnny. His long black beard was dripping with sweat and his eyes were scanning left and right nervously. His knees were shaking and his stomach was sour, but he was absolutely serious about standing his guard until the Sheriff gave his word.
“How’d you get this?” The sheriff asked nervously.
“A friend let me borrow it.” Johnny said.
The gentlemen glared nervously at each other as the tension of this strange moment grew.
“My wife and I just wanna pass through town and get the fuck out of here Sheriff. We don’t want any trouble.” Johnny said
“Oh, you got trouble boy. Trouble’s not going anywhere I’m afraid. You’ve got kidnapping, murder, and rape hanging over your head.” The Sheriff explained.
“And we ain’t got time for a trial here in this town boy, so we voted that you and your wife be put to death if we ever got our hands on you. And here you are.” The sheriff said with a grin, suddenly seeming to deal with the sight of the futuristic vehicle a little better.
The sheriff raised his guns and pointed them squarely into the chest of Johnny and cocked back the triggers.
“Drop your guns kid.” He said calmly.
Without fear or hesitation, Johnny dropped his guns and raised his arms into the air.
“Now, your kind of scum is something that this town has seen and dealt with for years now. You think you’re something special? Think you’re the only rapist I’ve killed before?” The Sheriff asked angrily.
“I never raped any of your women…” Johnny explained.
His explanation was met with a sharp blow across the left side of his face with one of the sheriff’s two revolvers. The whack against his face and chin ripped a tear in Johnny’s lower lip and immediately startled Emma awake from her sickish slumber.
“Did I ask you for an explanation you sick fucking bastard!?! Huh?! Did I ask you for something??!” The sheriff shouted.
As Emma listened to her husband being screamed at, she began to panic and felt that something awful was coming. Her husband was in grave danger, and quite frankly so was she. If she only had watched Johnny start up this crazy vehicle…
She did, however, watch him when he hit the lights…
“Gentlemen, I bring before you the monster that has been driving fear into your wives and daughters for weeks now. This son of a bitch will die at my hands and you will once again feel safe in your homes. As your Sheriff, I will take the sole responsibility of slaying this awful monster with my guns of justice. Do ya’ll agree with my position?” --
- The sheriff shouted out towards his men.
Their cries of joy and excitement only further inflated the sheriff’s growing ego.
But they weren’t expecting the unexpected…
Emma used her fingers and pushed the buttons that engaged those bright lights like Johnny had done. The headlights and the fog lights were once again used to blind damn near everyone who was there including Johnny himself. His quickness and sheer desperation for living worked to his advantage as he stepped out of the sheriff’s way and sank a fist into his belly from the front.
The sheriff squealed in pain and dropped backwards as the air was sucked out of his lungs from the mighty blow. Johnny pressed his hands against the Jeep’s aerodynamic body and carefully made his way back to the driver’s seat.
The goons sitting atop the saloon began opening fire and shooting at the magnificent lights as they tried to save their sheriff. Most of them were half blind from those damned lights and were shooting based purely on instinct alone. They were shooting in all directions!
Johnny watched as three steaming hot bullets of lead flew threw his windshield and sent crackles and zig zagged patterns across the entire body. Lucky for him, they all missed. But the bullets kept coming down on them like raindrops. The sheriff was starting to load up his shotgun. He spit against the wall he leaned on and tried desperately to find shelter from those retina burning lights! He had just about got the bullets in place when the jeep began lunging forward.
Johnny couldn’t see a thing as he pressed firmly against the gas petal and put that fucking jeep into overdrive. He hardly stopped to realize that he ended up plowing through the side of a wall and nearly taking down half the walkway attached along the second floor. A blood curdling scream was heard loud and proud as the Jeep continued to grind against the wooden planks and chunks of bricks that scrapped the car into shredded metal. The sheriff was in the process of having his insides spewed out as the back tires rolled over him like the front ones had done. In a few gasps, the sheriff and all the hate and evil inside him were released with a splatter and he was gone.
Dead as a doornail…
Just like old Johnny… He was gone too! Once he started leaving the town behind, the jeep was out in the open desert and roaming just like a wild dog. Like some sort of paid professional, young Johnny and his lovely wife hit the open roads of the desert and sailed across the sand as bunny hills were rolled over and left behind. A steer’s skull was smashed into thousands of tiny pieces by the Jeep’s massive modern all terrain front tires.
Johnny was having so much fun, he forgot that Emma was feeling car sick a little while back. Come to think of it, she’s been lying very still and quiet throughout their entire escape. Johnny glanced in his rearview mirror and examined the heavy blanket that Emma’s body hid under and froze up with fear.
His eye’s widened with terror…
“EMMA!!!”
The jeep came rolling to a complete stop at the bottom of hill that lead into a creek bed hat had been dry and dead for years. The jeep’s emergency siren went off as Johnny pushed his door open and jumped into the back to check the status of his wife. He dropped to his knees continuing to scream her name with no response. Then he saw the blood stains coming through on the blanket. The deep red stains that spoke terrible truths to Johnny about the condition of his wife.
“Emma Baby! Please! Please answer me!” He shouted.
With trembling hands, he pulled the blanket up and away…
Meanwhile, a few miles south of Johnny’s location:
A pair of pioneers stopped near the beginning of a deserted trail that would eventually lead the brothers into Solewood County. Unaware of the terrible tragedies that unfolded only minutes before, they were eager and excited to have finally found a place to rest for the night. Thank god, a toilet and a bath for the first time in over two months. The bugs had eaten away at their skin and their shoes were hardly holding together with a few strips of leather.
They released gasps of relief when suddenly a sound in the distance caught their attention.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The sorrowful cry echoed throughout the canyons and startled anyone listening within two miles. Local wildlife like crows and black birds suddenly flew from their hiding spots among the bushes and trees nearby.
The cries of a heartbroken man…
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Several Months later, a family heading through the area in their stagecoach stumbled across something impossible. A vehicle not from their time laid in ruins at the bottom of a canyon a little ways up the trail. The father of this family threw his hand up and demanded silence from his curious family as he slowly pulled a dagger from his coat pocket. His wife grabbed his shoulder and shook her head no. She begged him not to leave her side and pushed him towards the idea of continuing to move forward.
But his curiosity consumed him and he simply had to know what he had found. His eyes couldn’t be removed from the futuristic appearance of the crumbled fiberglass body frame and the shattered colored glass and the blinking lights.
Against his wife’s wishes, he hoped off the stagecoach and slowly approached the crash sight. Armed with only a dagger, this brave man walked towards the unknown without fear. As he got closer, he noticed the bodies of two people stuffed in the wreckage. A man and a woman it seemed. It looked like they had taken a drop straight off the side of a cliff either by mistake or completely on purpose. He’d never know the truth.
Then, the feeling of something watching him startled the man. He froze up as he began thinking that maybe this had been a trap. Maybe some outlaws had set this up and were waiting to ambush travelers stupid enough to get out of their stagecoaches and take a peek. Slowly, the feeling of being watched got stronger and stronger. There was no mistaking it now, he was definitely not alone.
Without warning, two beings not of this earth stepped forward. As if walking through the air, they effortlessly came into this man’s personal space. Never once did their small blue eyes cease from staring at him. His knees buckled and he felt faint overcoming him as he dropped the knife and began to tremble.
Then a voice entered his mind.
Fear us not.
We need your help…
And you’ll be rewarded beyond your imagination if you do…
* End of Final Transmission
