Don Turtelli
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The chief smiled in a sinister fashion as he looked at Beckham from behind his desk, facing him just a few feet away. He opened the top drawer of the desk and removed an object which Beckham couldn't see.
The chief then stood up and advanced towards Beckham. Then, to Beckham's astonishment, the chief got down on his hands and knees. Beckham then noticed that the object was in fact a small, white feather.
"Whatever the hell this is, it is totally crazy" said an anxious Beckham. "Not really" replied the chief,"you will have a good laugh here; that I can guarantee".
He then teasingly waved the feather before applying it to Beckham's bare sole. The chief proceeded to stroke the feather delicately along the sole, causing Beckham to instantly flinch at the sensation. Beckham continued to struggle against his bonds, but his attempts were futile. His feet were unable to escape the sensation that the feather movement was creating.
Within seconds Beckham was laughing loudly, his laughter the only sound in the room. "HA HAHAHA NOOOOOO STOPPP HAHA W-W-W-WHAT HAHAHA ARE YOU HA HA DOING STTOOOPPPP HAHAHAHAHA".
The chief was relentless. He had no immediate intentions of ceasing the torture. The feather bristles worked their way from the toes, to the balls of the feet, along the arches, then to the heels, where the skin was slightly rougher.
"HAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHA NO MORE HAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHA" continued Beckham, who was now really beginning to struggle to speak. His stomach ached from the laughter, and there was nothing that he could do.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity to Beckham, the tickle torture came to a halt.
The chief smiled in a sinister fashion as he looked at Beckham from behind his desk, facing him just a few feet away. He opened the top drawer of the desk and removed an object which Beckham couldn't see.
The chief then stood up and advanced towards Beckham. Then, to Beckham's astonishment, the chief got down on his hands and knees. Beckham then noticed that the object was in fact a small, white feather.
"Whatever the hell this is, it is totally crazy" said an anxious Beckham. "Not really" replied the chief,"you will have a good laugh here; that I can guarantee".
He then teasingly waved the feather before applying it to Beckham's bare sole. The chief proceeded to stroke the feather delicately along the sole, causing Beckham to instantly flinch at the sensation. Beckham continued to struggle against his bonds, but his attempts were futile. His feet were unable to escape the sensation that the feather movement was creating.
Within seconds Beckham was laughing loudly, his laughter the only sound in the room. "HA HAHAHA NOOOOOO STOPPP HAHA W-W-W-WHAT HAHAHA ARE YOU HA HA DOING STTOOOPPPP HAHAHAHAHA".
The chief was relentless. He had no immediate intentions of ceasing the torture. The feather bristles worked their way from the toes, to the balls of the feet, along the arches, then to the heels, where the skin was slightly rougher.
"HAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHA NO MORE HAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHA" continued Beckham, who was now really beginning to struggle to speak. His stomach ached from the laughter, and there was nothing that he could do.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity to Beckham, the tickle torture came to a halt.
