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I recently posted different installments, so to save people going searching back & forward, here it is together in one
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The Manor
"We should have stayed the night at Mels, it would have been easier to find the way in daylight". Helen was slightly worried about finding the way home in the dark. Her son Conor however held no such concerns. "Once we see a signpost, we can follow from there" he said. A few minutes passed, with Helen driving at a steady pace, but there were no signposts to be seen. There were fields on each side stretching for miles. The fields were black in the dead of night.
They had been driving for two hours, having spent the entire day at Uncle Mels. Mel was Helen's brother in law, and it was the first time in nearly a year that they had visited before. His home was in the countryside, faraway from anywhere. Mel had insisted that they stay the night, but both Conor and Helen wanted to get home. Conor didnt want to miss another college lecture, and Helen wanted to see her friend Ellen before she went on a three week vacation.
The winding country road seemed neverending. After another quarter of an hour, both Conor and Helen noticed a light in the distance. It was another ten minutes before they reached it. It was a very large country house, in the middle of a large field. It was quite late by now, and Conor and Helen decided that they should ask for directions off whoever lived there.
The watchman of the manor noticed the white car approaching. He walked up to the car, asking how he could help. From a high window in the house, Lord Belding, the owner of the manor, watched. He could see Conor and Helen leave the car, and walk inside the watchman's room by the gate. He could observe the two guests. Conor was tall, had a strong build, tanned skin, dark blue eyes, and dark hair. Helen was tall for a woman, had light brown hair to her shoulders, tanned skin, wore glasses. She was in her mid forties, Conor was early twenties. Lord Belding picked up the phone beside him, and called the watchman. "Send them up".
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The main room of the manor was striking. There were stuffed animal heads all around the walls. The table was thick shiny solid wood, and the plates were pure silver. "Thank you so much for this" said Helen to Lord Belding. "My pleasure" he replied. It was Lord Belding, Conor and Helen at the table. "My wife is resting at the moment, you can meet her in the morning. I insist you stay the night" Lord Belding said in his upper class accent. Helen and Conor decided that they would, seeing as it was so late. They ate a big serving of veal, shared a few jokes and told a few stories before it was time for bed. Lord Belding was a friendly charming man, in his early seventies, with white thick hair. His tweed coat gave him an aristocratic look.
"Let me show you both where you will be spending the night" he said to his guests. He led them upstairs to a big room. Conor and Helen were expecting a bedroom, so were somewhat suprised when the saw that the room was a large room, a fire burning with logs in the fire place, paintings on the walls, and some stuffed animal heads. There were also several large leather armchairs around the room, and a wide padded table in the middle of the room.
"You will be staying here for tonight" said Lord Belding to his guests, pointing at the padded table. Helen politely laughed, as she thought that this was a joke by Lord Belding. "I am not joking my dear" he said to Helen. "You will both stay here, but you will not be sleeping. Let me explain.....". As he was speaking, the door opened. A petite woman, of about fifty, with dark blond hair walked in. "Hello Vera" said Lord Belding. "This is my cousin Vera, Vera these are our latest guests, Conor and Helen". As he was talking, Lord Belding removed a pistol from his coat. Conor and Helen could not believe this. "What do you think-" "QUIET" interrupted Lord Belding. "Both of you lie down on that bench" he ordered. "Vera, tie them up". Conor and Helen didn't really have a choice. They lay down on the table. They didn't resist whilst Vera secured them both to the table.
Lord Belding then proceeded to sit in an armchair in the corner. He removed a large cigar from his pocket. Vera removed duct tape from her pocket and quickly gagged mother and son. Conor and Helen could only look on in horror as Vera removed their footwear. She then picked up a scissors from the table beside her. She straddled Helen, and began to cut away the parts of her clothes under her arms and around her belly. She then done the same to Conor.
Vera then moved to the end of the bench. She sat on top of both Helen and Conor's legs, near their feet. Vera was able to hold both pairs of feet between her own legs, seeing as Conor and Helen were side by side on the bench. Then, from her pocket, she removed two hairbrushes. She instantly began; she scratched the two brushes furiously all over the soles of Conor and Helen's feet. She worked the brushes in a crazy manner, almost like a woman possessed by demons.
Conor and Helen squirmed and buckled, but it was hopeless, they were not going anywhwere. Muffled begging and tortured laughter could be heard through the duct tape gagging them. Vera just kept tickling and tickling. She stopped after fifteen minutes, by which time the two captives were exhausted.
Lord Belding watched everything with silent bemusement. Vera then stood up and looked down at her captives. "This is a little game that myself and Lord Belding like to play. That fifteen minutes of torment was just the beginning. Conor and Helen could not believe what they were hearing. They both felt a surge of terror hearing this. Vera continued speaking. "You will be here all night long."
"Just remember, you are both totally helpless.If we tell you to do something, you don't really have a choice.If I tell you to sing me a song, or to lick my feet, you will do it".
She then sat at her captives' feet. She began raking her nails up and down Conor's soles intensely. Conor squirmed and struggled but to no avail. She continued this for several minutes. She then repeated the process on Helen, aggressively tickling her soles, from the toes down to the heels and back up again.
After several more minutes she stopped. "Lets rest" she said to Belding. With that, they got up and left the room, leaving Conor and Helen alone.
As soon as they were alone, Conor & Helen were instantly squirming and buckling against their bonds. Neither could understand this. Conor felt a deep frustration at not being able to help his mother. Helen felt the same not being able to stop her son suffering. And what suffering! It was difficult to describe, this extreme feeling of excitement on the soles of their feet, and being forced to just lie there and endure it.The gags in their mouths gave a claustrophobic feeling. The arms tied above their heads, leaving their armpits exposed gave a feeling of vulnerability.
Despite Conor's strength, he just couldn't pull loose. They were very well tied; the black nylon rope was wrapped around each wrist just twice, the rope then secured to some sort of hook.
The thick wooden door swung open suddenly. Vera stormed into the room alone. Conor and Helen felt a dread as she stood over them, staring down at them.
"Listen to me very carefully you little brats" she barked at mother and son. Brats? thought Conor and Helen, we're not kids! "I'm sure you are a bit curious to know what all of this is about". "Lord Belding has always been a proud man. His pride comes from his wealth, something that has been decreasing quite rapidly over the past few years. There is only so much land that can be sold. Look around you, this house costs money, and a lot. He has made investments everywhere, in banks, gold, you name it. He has just been unlucky with these investments, and they are not enough for his lifestyle. So, we were approached by a lady who you will soon meet. She had an investment idea that promised rewards."
As Vera was speaking to them,the gag was giving too much of a feeling of powerlessness to Conor and Helen. Vera could see this. "I will remove these gags on one condition, that is you do not speak untilI say you can, ok?" What choice did they have? They both nodded in unison. She tore the gag off Conor, then Helen. They both flexed their lips to get the feeling back in the mouths.
"Now, no talking until I say" repeated Vera. "This investment is in people. What I mean is this, and I will get straight to the point. We do not want to harm or injure people, after all, Belding is a man of compassion. But people like you are sure to have life savings, which Belding wants to take from you. Without actually hurting you, we have discovered that tickling people makes them talk like nothing else. And this is the nasty part.We want people to be too embarrassed to report this robbery of their savings, so we will have to humiliate you both so as you will not want anybody to hear, and we think that being tortured by tickling is not something people will want to tell others. So now I know that tickling will work on you both as a torture."
Helen began to argue; "but we don't even -" "QUIET!!" screamed Vera. "What did I say about speaking out of turn.I will be using collective punishment. So you will both suffer for each persons disobedience." Conor and Helen stayed quiet.
"Now, we have three professional ticklers downstairs in the dungeon.Thats right, PROFESSIONAL ticklers. Tickling people is their area of expertise. Each has their own room. You will both spend an hour with each. Afterwards, I will ask you several questions, which if you do not answer, you will spend a further two hours with each tickler. Any questions?"
Conor spoke up. "We were only passing by, how do you know if we have any money anyway?".
Vera grinned. "Good question". "We usually target specific people. People we know can afford to pay big money. And we are reasonable. We don't want all of their money,maybe just 30 -40% of their wealth. We will follow the person, know everything about them. Then we strike. We take them in for a night of laughter. In the morning they are home and we are rich again. And we are very careful. However, we are also opportunistic. If we see money to be made here and now, well why not? When Belding saw you enter earlier on, he made a quick decision. Lets make these people talk."
The door opened again. About six burly men walked in. "Take em to Ting Li" said Vera to the men. They grabbed Conor and Helen, untied their arms and feet, pinned their arms behind their backs and frog marched them downstairs.
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Ting Li was a young lady in her early thirties. Born in China, she had worked as a torturess for local gangs since her early twenties. Her subtle tortures broke even the toughest of men and women. She found that there was to be more money made plying her trade free lance though.
She always felt a wave of excitement when new captives were brought before her. And she liked the look of this woman in her forties,stretched out on a leather bench before her, and her son in his twenties, so strong, yet so helpless.
Oh, she would have fun with these two, that was for sure. She always enjoyed being here, in this small red bricked room, with it's thick wooden door, with nothing in it but two leather benches, side by side, one foot apart, three foot high.
The feeling of power for Ting Li was always exhilirating. She could do whatever the hell she felt like to these two. And this was business; compassion would not be one of Ting Li's main characteristics. She had one hour to work on these. One hour. Her job was not to gain information from her captives. Belding and Vera would ask the questions. Ting Li's job was simply to terrorise. Terrorise for one hour. The captives would then meet Dr. Zhukev for one hour and then onto the 'witches', a teenage female gang who simply go to town on helpless captives. After three hours of exhaustive laughter and torture, it would simply take superhuman strength to refuse any of Belding or Vera's questions. Who wants to do this twice?
So Ting Li, Dr. Zhukev and the 'witches' have done their job and earned their generous pay if they do not meet a captive twice.
"So you must be Helen, and you Conor" barked Ting Li, in her obvious oriental accent. "Now, you both may be taller and stronger than me, perhaps more intelligent, but I don't think I need to explain that because you are both tied up and helpless, I am the one in charge here".
Oh, there was no doubt here for Conor or Helen, this Ting Li lady was a nasty piece of business. She was barely over five foot high, yet she radiated a fearsome terror. Her long red nails glowed in the small room. Her black wooden high heels clattered loudly with each small step.
Conor and Helen remained silent. No point issuing threats here. Calls for sympathy would be lost on this sadistic little bitch. The cloth from their clothes covering each of their armpits had been cut away, and their bare soles lay perched in front of Ting Li, thick black nylon rope keeping their ankles secure. Their wrists were also well secured above their heads by nylon rope.
The glowing red nails moved against Helen's bare soles. Helen's body flinched as she braced herself.
BOOM. Like an electric shock. The unbearable sensation was instantly upon Helen. The red nails were gently running up and down both of her soles. Up and down.Up and down.
"Just - just - hahhahhahhhhaaaaaahahahahahahahhahahaha - just - stop -hahahah - for one second!!!!! - hahahahahhahahahahahhh - NOOOOOOOO - ok -ok -ok -I'lllll - I'llllll -hahahahah -telll you - haahhahahahhhahahahahahahah AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHH".
Conor looked on in bewilderment. His mother was a strong willed woman. She always stood up and said what was on her mind. In fact, he never remembered her even losing an argument, and she had certainly had a few over the years. Yet, here she was, being tickle tortured and humiliated, at the mercy of an oriental woman barely over five foot high.
Helen furiously yanked and strained against her bonds. Her toes, every few seconds, curled up, as if to grab the torturous nails of Ting Li. But ultimately, she could do nothing but laugh. And laugh.
"Wha - what- do - hahahah aahhahahahahah". Ting Li, after about two minutes stopped. Helen's body lost it's tenseness. She just lay there, gasping for air.
"Some free advice" began Ting Li. "Don't waste your breath or energy begging for mercy. I'm not trying to make you lose hope here, well because there is no hope anyway, but just be realistic. I am not going to show either of you any mercy. So save all of your energy for the laughter. Other wise you will be undergoing this torture in a state of exhaustion, which is far far worse".
Her nails began towards Conor's soles. The same movements.The long red nail danced up and down. Ting Li knew where the nerve endings were in the soles. This was her speciality, knowing where nerve endings were in the body. Knowing the sensitive areas. The nails danced all around the heals, up the arches, furiously along the balls of the feet, the right on the toes.
"FFFFFCCCCKKK wh- at -the - hahahahahahahahah hahahahahahhahahah can't - I hahahahah hahhahahahaha - I - can't BREATTTTHHHEEE - hahahahahah".
"Get your fucking hands off him now" screamed Helen. "NOW!!!". Ting Li didn't even look at Helen. She could see Helen in the corner of her eye struggling furiously. There was no concern for Ting Li though. Nobody had ever worked their way out of these nylon bonds. But Helen would be reprimaned for her little outburst. Right now though, make Conor suffer. Up and down. Up and down. Ting Li also noticed how Conor tried to fight the nails by curling the toes.
"You can have my fucking account numbers, my car keys, I don't fucking care , ok?" screamed Helen. She could not stand seeing Conor like this. Conor's laughter had gone silent, with an occasional loud plea for mercy.
Ting Li stopped. " I don't want them. It's Belding and Vera who want all that. I get paid anyway".
"Well what do YOU want from us?" asked an exasperated Helen. " Hmmm, you are both going to be tickled half to death either way. But, I can tickle you slightly less, and I mean SLIGHTLY LESS, if you do what I ask of you" replied Ting Li.
What could Conor and Helen say or do?
"What do you want?" they both asked in unison. Ting Li leaned down and pulled off her black wooden high heals, and threw them into the corner, leaving her barefoot also. She looked at Conor and Helen with a sadistic growl in her eyes. "Well..."
Ting Li then proceeded to climb on to Helen's bench. She then actually stood up on the bench, glaring down at Helen. Ting Li, with precise balance, lifted her left foot and rubbed it against Helen's right armpit. Ting Li squeezed her toes against the armpit, causing Helen once again to buckle and squirm.
"Hahahahahahahahahahah nnooooooo heheheheheheheh". The toes of Ting Li were just as effective in this torture as her fingernails. She forced Helen to endure this for about sixty seconds before stopping.
"Listen to me Helen". Helen looked up at Ting Li. "I will be using a system of collective punishment for you both. If either of you refuse to do as I say, then both of you suffer. Now, from standing here barefoot, my feet are not properly clean. I demand that you lick the dust off my feet."
Both Helen and Conor looked at her in shock. How dare she force someone to do this. Helen could see Ting Li's dust covered sole hover over her face. Her face burned with humiliation. "Now lick!" ordered Ting Li. Helen hesitated. She couldn't do this. She heard Conor's voice, right beside her. "Don't do it" he said. "Last chance" said Ting Li. Helen didn't budge.
"Very well" said Ting Li with a sly smirk. She removed from her inside pocket a key, which she used to unlock the thick wooden door behind her. She put back on her high heels before she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Conor and Helen heard the key lock the door from the other side, although the nylon ropes would ensure they would be staying put either way. Ting Li's high heels clattered off, the sound of them fading away after a minute.
The struggling instantly began. Conor and Helen began furiously tugging away at the nylon ropes. The ropes were attached on to metals hooks at each end of the bench.The problem was that there was slack and flexibility in the rope, so when Conor and Helen pulled down with their wrists, the nylon rope pulled down also.This made it impossible to actually free their wrists.
"She's gonna be back with a vengeance, that fucking bitch" said Conor. "We will get out of here Conor, we just have to endure this a while longer. This torture isn't actually leaving any body marks, so that indicates that we will be freed" said Helen.
They both realised that struggling against the nylon was hopeless; it was simply wasting energy. They both felt humiliated in front of one another, just lying there side by side, helpless, waiting for a woman barely over five foot tall to return and terrorise them both.
"It's one hour with each" said Conor, almost to himself. "Each what?" replied Helen. "Each torturer" said Conor. "Vera said that there are three torturers."
They both fell silent. They didn't even want to begin to think of what would happen to them after Ting Li. "Just be strong" said Helen.
Clatter. Clatter. The distinctive sound of Ting Li's high heels began to increase. Conor and Helen remained silent. Neither of them spoke, but they both felt the same dread, knowing that Ting Li was coming back.
The sound of the key turning. The wooden door swung open. Ting Li, alone again, stormed into the room. She was holding a small chair. She closed the door before placing the chair between the benches of Conor and Helen, at the foot end. She sat on the chair with her stomach against the back of the chair, her elbows rested on the top of the chair.
The idea was obvious. Because Conor and Helen were side by side, she could simply tickle their feet together.Her long nails danced in the air. "Collective punishment" she sang.
The nails descended upon both captive's feet.Instant electronic sensations for Conor and Helen. "Hhahahahahahahahahahahhhahhaha sttttopppppppppppppp hahahahahahaha hahahahahah ahhahahaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" screamed Helen. "NNNNNOOOOOOO ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha aaaahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahah" yelled Conor.
Ting Li kept it simple. Her long red fingernails danced up and down the soles, from the heels to the toes. Up and down and up and down. What seemed like an eternity for Conor and Helen was actually jsut a few short minutes.
The wooden door then banged from the outside. "TIME!" yelled Vera from outside. The tickling stopped. "Your hour is up Ting Li" said Vera as she walked into the room. Conor and Helen didn't even acknowledge her as the regained air into their lungs.
Six burly men again walked into the room, gripping Conor and Helen tightly as the undid the nylon ropes, before yanking them both roughly from the benches and frogmarching them to the next room.
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Whatever hope they had of escaping from Ting Li, Conor and Helen were going nowhere here in the room of Dr. Zhukev. Zhukev was a small thin man, completely bald, thick glasses, and wearing a white laboratory coat. his accent was perhaps Russian.
Conor and Helen were both strapped to X - frames, about 45 degree angle, face to face less than two foot apart. Brown leather straps secured their wrists, arms, waists and ankles. Physiological charts decorated the walls of this small room.
Zhukev was a man of science. He understood how to really excite the surface nerves of the body, how to induce painful laughter. But it was all science, his job. He did not seek to terrorise his captives. His job was to tickle, and so that's what he done. He tickled. Very well.
He did not engage with his victims the same way as that bitch Ting Li, there would be no humilating requests. He would simply tickle those brought before him for one hour, and do so in a cold clinical fashion.
Indeed, he did not inspire the same dread in Conor and Helen as Ting Li did. Zhukev did not have the same cruel passion as Ting Li. But neither did he possess a sympathetic streak. He just tickled. Full stop.
"Despite the panic you vill both feel, my tickling torture will not actually harm you both physically. If I decide that you genuinely cannot breathe, then I will stop. But that will be my decision, so don't bother begging" said Zhukev in his thick Russian accent that made him sound like a James Bond villian.
"But we are willing to give account details, and whatever else, now" said Conor pleadingly. "Afraid I cannot help you young man, I must do my job" replied Zhukev.
He walked to a drawer in the corner where he removed a few wires, and a large turkey feather. He pushed a small table with a machine on top between Conor and Helen. He connected all of the wires to the machine. He then took the ends of ten wires, and put them against Conor's bare toes. "Keep still please young man" said Zhukev as he sellotaped each wire to each of Conor's toes. "Also for you young woman" he said as he sellotaped a wire to each of Helen's toes.
He then connected a wired to the base end of the turkey feather. "An electric feather" grinned Zhukev. "Let me explain. When I turn on this machine, there will be a tingling sensation sent to your toes. However, when I stroke this feather along your body, not only will that body part tickle, but the tingling sensation in your toes will become an unbearable torturous tickling sensation."
"Now, ladies first" smiled Zhukev, as he looked at Helen. He pressed a red button on the machine, which brought the machine to life.
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The Manor
"We should have stayed the night at Mels, it would have been easier to find the way in daylight". Helen was slightly worried about finding the way home in the dark. Her son Conor however held no such concerns. "Once we see a signpost, we can follow from there" he said. A few minutes passed, with Helen driving at a steady pace, but there were no signposts to be seen. There were fields on each side stretching for miles. The fields were black in the dead of night.
They had been driving for two hours, having spent the entire day at Uncle Mels. Mel was Helen's brother in law, and it was the first time in nearly a year that they had visited before. His home was in the countryside, faraway from anywhere. Mel had insisted that they stay the night, but both Conor and Helen wanted to get home. Conor didnt want to miss another college lecture, and Helen wanted to see her friend Ellen before she went on a three week vacation.
The winding country road seemed neverending. After another quarter of an hour, both Conor and Helen noticed a light in the distance. It was another ten minutes before they reached it. It was a very large country house, in the middle of a large field. It was quite late by now, and Conor and Helen decided that they should ask for directions off whoever lived there.
The watchman of the manor noticed the white car approaching. He walked up to the car, asking how he could help. From a high window in the house, Lord Belding, the owner of the manor, watched. He could see Conor and Helen leave the car, and walk inside the watchman's room by the gate. He could observe the two guests. Conor was tall, had a strong build, tanned skin, dark blue eyes, and dark hair. Helen was tall for a woman, had light brown hair to her shoulders, tanned skin, wore glasses. She was in her mid forties, Conor was early twenties. Lord Belding picked up the phone beside him, and called the watchman. "Send them up".
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The main room of the manor was striking. There were stuffed animal heads all around the walls. The table was thick shiny solid wood, and the plates were pure silver. "Thank you so much for this" said Helen to Lord Belding. "My pleasure" he replied. It was Lord Belding, Conor and Helen at the table. "My wife is resting at the moment, you can meet her in the morning. I insist you stay the night" Lord Belding said in his upper class accent. Helen and Conor decided that they would, seeing as it was so late. They ate a big serving of veal, shared a few jokes and told a few stories before it was time for bed. Lord Belding was a friendly charming man, in his early seventies, with white thick hair. His tweed coat gave him an aristocratic look.
"Let me show you both where you will be spending the night" he said to his guests. He led them upstairs to a big room. Conor and Helen were expecting a bedroom, so were somewhat suprised when the saw that the room was a large room, a fire burning with logs in the fire place, paintings on the walls, and some stuffed animal heads. There were also several large leather armchairs around the room, and a wide padded table in the middle of the room.
"You will be staying here for tonight" said Lord Belding to his guests, pointing at the padded table. Helen politely laughed, as she thought that this was a joke by Lord Belding. "I am not joking my dear" he said to Helen. "You will both stay here, but you will not be sleeping. Let me explain.....". As he was speaking, the door opened. A petite woman, of about fifty, with dark blond hair walked in. "Hello Vera" said Lord Belding. "This is my cousin Vera, Vera these are our latest guests, Conor and Helen". As he was talking, Lord Belding removed a pistol from his coat. Conor and Helen could not believe this. "What do you think-" "QUIET" interrupted Lord Belding. "Both of you lie down on that bench" he ordered. "Vera, tie them up". Conor and Helen didn't really have a choice. They lay down on the table. They didn't resist whilst Vera secured them both to the table.
Lord Belding then proceeded to sit in an armchair in the corner. He removed a large cigar from his pocket. Vera removed duct tape from her pocket and quickly gagged mother and son. Conor and Helen could only look on in horror as Vera removed their footwear. She then picked up a scissors from the table beside her. She straddled Helen, and began to cut away the parts of her clothes under her arms and around her belly. She then done the same to Conor.
Vera then moved to the end of the bench. She sat on top of both Helen and Conor's legs, near their feet. Vera was able to hold both pairs of feet between her own legs, seeing as Conor and Helen were side by side on the bench. Then, from her pocket, she removed two hairbrushes. She instantly began; she scratched the two brushes furiously all over the soles of Conor and Helen's feet. She worked the brushes in a crazy manner, almost like a woman possessed by demons.
Conor and Helen squirmed and buckled, but it was hopeless, they were not going anywhwere. Muffled begging and tortured laughter could be heard through the duct tape gagging them. Vera just kept tickling and tickling. She stopped after fifteen minutes, by which time the two captives were exhausted.
Lord Belding watched everything with silent bemusement. Vera then stood up and looked down at her captives. "This is a little game that myself and Lord Belding like to play. That fifteen minutes of torment was just the beginning. Conor and Helen could not believe what they were hearing. They both felt a surge of terror hearing this. Vera continued speaking. "You will be here all night long."
"Just remember, you are both totally helpless.If we tell you to do something, you don't really have a choice.If I tell you to sing me a song, or to lick my feet, you will do it".
She then sat at her captives' feet. She began raking her nails up and down Conor's soles intensely. Conor squirmed and struggled but to no avail. She continued this for several minutes. She then repeated the process on Helen, aggressively tickling her soles, from the toes down to the heels and back up again.
After several more minutes she stopped. "Lets rest" she said to Belding. With that, they got up and left the room, leaving Conor and Helen alone.
As soon as they were alone, Conor & Helen were instantly squirming and buckling against their bonds. Neither could understand this. Conor felt a deep frustration at not being able to help his mother. Helen felt the same not being able to stop her son suffering. And what suffering! It was difficult to describe, this extreme feeling of excitement on the soles of their feet, and being forced to just lie there and endure it.The gags in their mouths gave a claustrophobic feeling. The arms tied above their heads, leaving their armpits exposed gave a feeling of vulnerability.
Despite Conor's strength, he just couldn't pull loose. They were very well tied; the black nylon rope was wrapped around each wrist just twice, the rope then secured to some sort of hook.
The thick wooden door swung open suddenly. Vera stormed into the room alone. Conor and Helen felt a dread as she stood over them, staring down at them.
"Listen to me very carefully you little brats" she barked at mother and son. Brats? thought Conor and Helen, we're not kids! "I'm sure you are a bit curious to know what all of this is about". "Lord Belding has always been a proud man. His pride comes from his wealth, something that has been decreasing quite rapidly over the past few years. There is only so much land that can be sold. Look around you, this house costs money, and a lot. He has made investments everywhere, in banks, gold, you name it. He has just been unlucky with these investments, and they are not enough for his lifestyle. So, we were approached by a lady who you will soon meet. She had an investment idea that promised rewards."
As Vera was speaking to them,the gag was giving too much of a feeling of powerlessness to Conor and Helen. Vera could see this. "I will remove these gags on one condition, that is you do not speak untilI say you can, ok?" What choice did they have? They both nodded in unison. She tore the gag off Conor, then Helen. They both flexed their lips to get the feeling back in the mouths.
"Now, no talking until I say" repeated Vera. "This investment is in people. What I mean is this, and I will get straight to the point. We do not want to harm or injure people, after all, Belding is a man of compassion. But people like you are sure to have life savings, which Belding wants to take from you. Without actually hurting you, we have discovered that tickling people makes them talk like nothing else. And this is the nasty part.We want people to be too embarrassed to report this robbery of their savings, so we will have to humiliate you both so as you will not want anybody to hear, and we think that being tortured by tickling is not something people will want to tell others. So now I know that tickling will work on you both as a torture."
Helen began to argue; "but we don't even -" "QUIET!!" screamed Vera. "What did I say about speaking out of turn.I will be using collective punishment. So you will both suffer for each persons disobedience." Conor and Helen stayed quiet.
"Now, we have three professional ticklers downstairs in the dungeon.Thats right, PROFESSIONAL ticklers. Tickling people is their area of expertise. Each has their own room. You will both spend an hour with each. Afterwards, I will ask you several questions, which if you do not answer, you will spend a further two hours with each tickler. Any questions?"
Conor spoke up. "We were only passing by, how do you know if we have any money anyway?".
Vera grinned. "Good question". "We usually target specific people. People we know can afford to pay big money. And we are reasonable. We don't want all of their money,maybe just 30 -40% of their wealth. We will follow the person, know everything about them. Then we strike. We take them in for a night of laughter. In the morning they are home and we are rich again. And we are very careful. However, we are also opportunistic. If we see money to be made here and now, well why not? When Belding saw you enter earlier on, he made a quick decision. Lets make these people talk."
The door opened again. About six burly men walked in. "Take em to Ting Li" said Vera to the men. They grabbed Conor and Helen, untied their arms and feet, pinned their arms behind their backs and frog marched them downstairs.
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Ting Li was a young lady in her early thirties. Born in China, she had worked as a torturess for local gangs since her early twenties. Her subtle tortures broke even the toughest of men and women. She found that there was to be more money made plying her trade free lance though.
She always felt a wave of excitement when new captives were brought before her. And she liked the look of this woman in her forties,stretched out on a leather bench before her, and her son in his twenties, so strong, yet so helpless.
Oh, she would have fun with these two, that was for sure. She always enjoyed being here, in this small red bricked room, with it's thick wooden door, with nothing in it but two leather benches, side by side, one foot apart, three foot high.
The feeling of power for Ting Li was always exhilirating. She could do whatever the hell she felt like to these two. And this was business; compassion would not be one of Ting Li's main characteristics. She had one hour to work on these. One hour. Her job was not to gain information from her captives. Belding and Vera would ask the questions. Ting Li's job was simply to terrorise. Terrorise for one hour. The captives would then meet Dr. Zhukev for one hour and then onto the 'witches', a teenage female gang who simply go to town on helpless captives. After three hours of exhaustive laughter and torture, it would simply take superhuman strength to refuse any of Belding or Vera's questions. Who wants to do this twice?
So Ting Li, Dr. Zhukev and the 'witches' have done their job and earned their generous pay if they do not meet a captive twice.
"So you must be Helen, and you Conor" barked Ting Li, in her obvious oriental accent. "Now, you both may be taller and stronger than me, perhaps more intelligent, but I don't think I need to explain that because you are both tied up and helpless, I am the one in charge here".
Oh, there was no doubt here for Conor or Helen, this Ting Li lady was a nasty piece of business. She was barely over five foot high, yet she radiated a fearsome terror. Her long red nails glowed in the small room. Her black wooden high heels clattered loudly with each small step.
Conor and Helen remained silent. No point issuing threats here. Calls for sympathy would be lost on this sadistic little bitch. The cloth from their clothes covering each of their armpits had been cut away, and their bare soles lay perched in front of Ting Li, thick black nylon rope keeping their ankles secure. Their wrists were also well secured above their heads by nylon rope.
The glowing red nails moved against Helen's bare soles. Helen's body flinched as she braced herself.
BOOM. Like an electric shock. The unbearable sensation was instantly upon Helen. The red nails were gently running up and down both of her soles. Up and down.Up and down.
"Just - just - hahhahhahhhhaaaaaahahahahahahahhahahaha - just - stop -hahahah - for one second!!!!! - hahahahahhahahahahahhh - NOOOOOOOO - ok -ok -ok -I'lllll - I'llllll -hahahahah -telll you - haahhahahahhhahahahahahahah AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHH".
Conor looked on in bewilderment. His mother was a strong willed woman. She always stood up and said what was on her mind. In fact, he never remembered her even losing an argument, and she had certainly had a few over the years. Yet, here she was, being tickle tortured and humiliated, at the mercy of an oriental woman barely over five foot high.
Helen furiously yanked and strained against her bonds. Her toes, every few seconds, curled up, as if to grab the torturous nails of Ting Li. But ultimately, she could do nothing but laugh. And laugh.
"Wha - what- do - hahahah aahhahahahahah". Ting Li, after about two minutes stopped. Helen's body lost it's tenseness. She just lay there, gasping for air.
"Some free advice" began Ting Li. "Don't waste your breath or energy begging for mercy. I'm not trying to make you lose hope here, well because there is no hope anyway, but just be realistic. I am not going to show either of you any mercy. So save all of your energy for the laughter. Other wise you will be undergoing this torture in a state of exhaustion, which is far far worse".
Her nails began towards Conor's soles. The same movements.The long red nail danced up and down. Ting Li knew where the nerve endings were in the soles. This was her speciality, knowing where nerve endings were in the body. Knowing the sensitive areas. The nails danced all around the heals, up the arches, furiously along the balls of the feet, the right on the toes.
"FFFFFCCCCKKK wh- at -the - hahahahahahahahah hahahahahahhahahah can't - I hahahahah hahhahahahaha - I - can't BREATTTTHHHEEE - hahahahahah".
"Get your fucking hands off him now" screamed Helen. "NOW!!!". Ting Li didn't even look at Helen. She could see Helen in the corner of her eye struggling furiously. There was no concern for Ting Li though. Nobody had ever worked their way out of these nylon bonds. But Helen would be reprimaned for her little outburst. Right now though, make Conor suffer. Up and down. Up and down. Ting Li also noticed how Conor tried to fight the nails by curling the toes.
"You can have my fucking account numbers, my car keys, I don't fucking care , ok?" screamed Helen. She could not stand seeing Conor like this. Conor's laughter had gone silent, with an occasional loud plea for mercy.
Ting Li stopped. " I don't want them. It's Belding and Vera who want all that. I get paid anyway".
"Well what do YOU want from us?" asked an exasperated Helen. " Hmmm, you are both going to be tickled half to death either way. But, I can tickle you slightly less, and I mean SLIGHTLY LESS, if you do what I ask of you" replied Ting Li.
What could Conor and Helen say or do?
"What do you want?" they both asked in unison. Ting Li leaned down and pulled off her black wooden high heals, and threw them into the corner, leaving her barefoot also. She looked at Conor and Helen with a sadistic growl in her eyes. "Well..."
Ting Li then proceeded to climb on to Helen's bench. She then actually stood up on the bench, glaring down at Helen. Ting Li, with precise balance, lifted her left foot and rubbed it against Helen's right armpit. Ting Li squeezed her toes against the armpit, causing Helen once again to buckle and squirm.
"Hahahahahahahahahahah nnooooooo heheheheheheheh". The toes of Ting Li were just as effective in this torture as her fingernails. She forced Helen to endure this for about sixty seconds before stopping.
"Listen to me Helen". Helen looked up at Ting Li. "I will be using a system of collective punishment for you both. If either of you refuse to do as I say, then both of you suffer. Now, from standing here barefoot, my feet are not properly clean. I demand that you lick the dust off my feet."
Both Helen and Conor looked at her in shock. How dare she force someone to do this. Helen could see Ting Li's dust covered sole hover over her face. Her face burned with humiliation. "Now lick!" ordered Ting Li. Helen hesitated. She couldn't do this. She heard Conor's voice, right beside her. "Don't do it" he said. "Last chance" said Ting Li. Helen didn't budge.
"Very well" said Ting Li with a sly smirk. She removed from her inside pocket a key, which she used to unlock the thick wooden door behind her. She put back on her high heels before she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Conor and Helen heard the key lock the door from the other side, although the nylon ropes would ensure they would be staying put either way. Ting Li's high heels clattered off, the sound of them fading away after a minute.
The struggling instantly began. Conor and Helen began furiously tugging away at the nylon ropes. The ropes were attached on to metals hooks at each end of the bench.The problem was that there was slack and flexibility in the rope, so when Conor and Helen pulled down with their wrists, the nylon rope pulled down also.This made it impossible to actually free their wrists.
"She's gonna be back with a vengeance, that fucking bitch" said Conor. "We will get out of here Conor, we just have to endure this a while longer. This torture isn't actually leaving any body marks, so that indicates that we will be freed" said Helen.
They both realised that struggling against the nylon was hopeless; it was simply wasting energy. They both felt humiliated in front of one another, just lying there side by side, helpless, waiting for a woman barely over five foot tall to return and terrorise them both.
"It's one hour with each" said Conor, almost to himself. "Each what?" replied Helen. "Each torturer" said Conor. "Vera said that there are three torturers."
They both fell silent. They didn't even want to begin to think of what would happen to them after Ting Li. "Just be strong" said Helen.
Clatter. Clatter. The distinctive sound of Ting Li's high heels began to increase. Conor and Helen remained silent. Neither of them spoke, but they both felt the same dread, knowing that Ting Li was coming back.
The sound of the key turning. The wooden door swung open. Ting Li, alone again, stormed into the room. She was holding a small chair. She closed the door before placing the chair between the benches of Conor and Helen, at the foot end. She sat on the chair with her stomach against the back of the chair, her elbows rested on the top of the chair.
The idea was obvious. Because Conor and Helen were side by side, she could simply tickle their feet together.Her long nails danced in the air. "Collective punishment" she sang.
The nails descended upon both captive's feet.Instant electronic sensations for Conor and Helen. "Hhahahahahahahahahahahhhahhaha sttttopppppppppppppp hahahahahahaha hahahahahah ahhahahaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" screamed Helen. "NNNNNOOOOOOO ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha aaaahahahahahahahah ahahahahahahah" yelled Conor.
Ting Li kept it simple. Her long red fingernails danced up and down the soles, from the heels to the toes. Up and down and up and down. What seemed like an eternity for Conor and Helen was actually jsut a few short minutes.
The wooden door then banged from the outside. "TIME!" yelled Vera from outside. The tickling stopped. "Your hour is up Ting Li" said Vera as she walked into the room. Conor and Helen didn't even acknowledge her as the regained air into their lungs.
Six burly men again walked into the room, gripping Conor and Helen tightly as the undid the nylon ropes, before yanking them both roughly from the benches and frogmarching them to the next room.
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Whatever hope they had of escaping from Ting Li, Conor and Helen were going nowhere here in the room of Dr. Zhukev. Zhukev was a small thin man, completely bald, thick glasses, and wearing a white laboratory coat. his accent was perhaps Russian.
Conor and Helen were both strapped to X - frames, about 45 degree angle, face to face less than two foot apart. Brown leather straps secured their wrists, arms, waists and ankles. Physiological charts decorated the walls of this small room.
Zhukev was a man of science. He understood how to really excite the surface nerves of the body, how to induce painful laughter. But it was all science, his job. He did not seek to terrorise his captives. His job was to tickle, and so that's what he done. He tickled. Very well.
He did not engage with his victims the same way as that bitch Ting Li, there would be no humilating requests. He would simply tickle those brought before him for one hour, and do so in a cold clinical fashion.
Indeed, he did not inspire the same dread in Conor and Helen as Ting Li did. Zhukev did not have the same cruel passion as Ting Li. But neither did he possess a sympathetic streak. He just tickled. Full stop.
"Despite the panic you vill both feel, my tickling torture will not actually harm you both physically. If I decide that you genuinely cannot breathe, then I will stop. But that will be my decision, so don't bother begging" said Zhukev in his thick Russian accent that made him sound like a James Bond villian.
"But we are willing to give account details, and whatever else, now" said Conor pleadingly. "Afraid I cannot help you young man, I must do my job" replied Zhukev.
He walked to a drawer in the corner where he removed a few wires, and a large turkey feather. He pushed a small table with a machine on top between Conor and Helen. He connected all of the wires to the machine. He then took the ends of ten wires, and put them against Conor's bare toes. "Keep still please young man" said Zhukev as he sellotaped each wire to each of Conor's toes. "Also for you young woman" he said as he sellotaped a wire to each of Helen's toes.
He then connected a wired to the base end of the turkey feather. "An electric feather" grinned Zhukev. "Let me explain. When I turn on this machine, there will be a tingling sensation sent to your toes. However, when I stroke this feather along your body, not only will that body part tickle, but the tingling sensation in your toes will become an unbearable torturous tickling sensation."
"Now, ladies first" smiled Zhukev, as he looked at Helen. He pressed a red button on the machine, which brought the machine to life.
