tickledorange
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Katie lay motionless on the wooden table, still passed out from earlier that day. The guards waited a long time around to see what would happen with her, whether or not she would wake up. “You think we should just get this over with,” one said to the other, staring at her.
“Why not? That’s what he wants us to do anyway,” he replied, picking up her arm and then letting it drop back onto the table.
They went out of the room for a few minutes, leaving the door propped open behind them. When they returned, both of them were carrying an end of a wooden box. They scurried into the room as quickly as possible, setting the heavy case on the floor gently so it wouldn’t fall apart. They then walked over to Katie’s lifeless body and undid the straps from around her. They unlocked the stocks and then rolled her over to the edge of the table. Carefully, they picked her up, one on her arms and one on her legs and lifted her into the wooden box. After setting her down, the guards then took the straps from the inside of the box and placed them around various parts of her body: one around each of her ankles, one strapped her arms to the bottom of the box, two went around her bellybutton, one above and one below, and the last one went around her chest. “Hey, can you help me with this, Charlie?” one of the guards asked.
“What is it?”
“I can’t figure out where this strap goes,” he said, tugging on it and trying to fasten it wherever he could find.
“Oh, let me help you with that,” he replied showoffingly. He took the strap from the guard and looked around inside the box. After about a few seconds of searching, he located the hook where the strap went. He fastened the strap around her knee; bringing it across and twisting it again around her other knee, and then hooked it to a spot underneath her waist. He looked her over one more time, making sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, and when he was satisfied, he closed the lid to the box.
He took the giant padlock from his back pocket and put it on the hinges of the box. He snapped the lock in place and walked over to the other guard. “Ready to put this thing in the truck?” he asked.
“Sure, let’s do this as quickly as possible. My hands hurt last time from lifting that thing.”
They both took an end of the box and lifted with all the strength they had. Not only did the box have its normal coffin weight of about 50 pounds, but this time, Katie was inside of it. They heaved the box onto the back part of the truck and climbed inside. They both took turns strapping the heavy object to the floor of the truck, making sure it would not move during the ride. After all, if they messed this up, Dr Brainicus or one of their superiors would surely kill them. They finished up, trying their hardest to shift the box. When they thought they had done a successful job, they both hopped out of the truck, one right after the other. The tallest grabbed up for the rope to shut the metal sliding door, pulling it down quickly but carefully. They then took the key out for the back door and locked it, turning the lock to the side and then testing its security. When it was all systems go, they high-fived each other and climbed into the cockpit for yet another long drive to the airport.
“So, where’s the box going?” the passenger asked, opening up a bag of chips.
“We’re supposed to take this to the airport so they can send it off to Vadendine for….whatever they want to do with her.”
“Ahhhhhh, OK. Washdale might just shoot her or push the box in the lake, you never know.”
“It could be even weirder,” the driver replied. “He could tickle her.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. He’s a…..tickle freak,” he chuckled.
“Yeah, that is something isn’t it,” the driver scratched his head as he veered along the bumpy back road.
Katie still lie motionless in the cargo area. She was starting to show signs of life, twitching her arms and legs every once in a while. Suddenly, she quickly opened her eyes. She shifted them around, looking shocked inside of her wooden prison. “Great, what now?” she thought, trying to lift her arms back up.
She tried to lift her arms and legs, testing one bond after the other. She soon discovered that both her arms and legs were restrained. She shook her head madly to try and worm her way out of whatever was holding her, but with no progress. She leaned her head on the bottom of the coffin, tilting her chin into the air. “Damn it,” she mumbled, looking at the lid of the coffin.
It was at that moment that she heard the sound of a motor running that sounded like it was coming from the top of the coffin. She looked around to see what the noise was, but couldn’t place it. She looked to both sides, behind her, and in front of her until she found out that the noise really was coming from the top of the coffin. He jaw dropped open when she saw what looked like a mechanical hand descending slowly down closer and closer to her belly. Her eyes got bigger as she squirmed around from side to side. “Not again!” she screamed, shaking her head.
The hand started to graze the top of her belly, wiggling its fingers slowly along the skin. Katie giggled a little as the intensity of the tickling increased. With each passing second, the mechanical monster tickled faster and faster, moving around more as Katie laughed harder. It tickled the sides of her belly slowly, then getting faster, and then slowing down again. Katie shook her head and laughed while trying not to hit her head on the walls of the box.
Meanwhile, in the front of the truck, Katie’s hysterical laughter was starting to leak into the seating area. At first, the guys were looking around the front of the truck to try to place the noise. Finally, after putting their ear to the back of the panel behind the seats, they knew it was Katie. “I guess she’s awake now,” the passenger said, turning back around and sitting in his seat.
“Ohhhhh, that’s what that noise is, ok. I had no idea, I thought it was the truck or something,” he replied, looking in the rearview mirror.
Katie was suffering in the box. The robotic hand had found its way up to her ribs and began to scratch at them gently, gradually increasing its speed. Katie tried rolling around; bending her elbows to try to get away from the gloved monster, but it was no use. She held her breath as much as she could for the rest of the ride. Every once in a while, it would stop and just hover over the top of her. Katie would watch its pattern of movement with her following eyes until she would see it coming back at her. She then would close her eyes and wait for the inevitable again. It would tickle all over her belly, ribs, and bellybutton in a rapid motion until it would retreat again. Sometimes, it wouldn’t even make it all the way to Katie and it would just hover over her, making the tickling motions. She would close her eyes and wait, but when it didn’t come, she would squint her eyes and watch what was going on above her with her one eye open. This would go on for a few hours until she noticed that, from the sounds of the planes, they arrived at the airport again.
She was pushed out of the truck and into the conveyor belt of a plane. They then slammed shut the door of the plane and gave each other the thumbs up for takeoff. The truck was backed away for safety and the driver leaned out the window to wave goodbye to the pilot. He waved back as the plane began to pull down the runway and took off into the air. They flew for hours in a straight line, looking down to see if they could spot the island. “Look for a big black building with a red star and a blue line passing through the star painted on the roof,” he shouted to his co-pilot.
Minutes later, he tapped the pilot on the shoulder and pointed down to the ground. “Just where I thought it would be,” he said, preparing to land the plane.
He landed on a runway that also looked like it was once just a piece of blacktop and killed the power to the plane. Him and the co-pilot walked out and waved to the guard tower.“Here ya go,” they said, unlocking the cargo area.
The box was not carried out of the plane as gently as it was the first time. One of them pushed a wooden board out of the cargo area of the plane and let one end hit the ground on the runway. Katie shifted toward the top and hung almost upside down in her coffin. She waited like that until they picked up both ends of it and started carrying the box into the huge brick building that was just behind the airport. She didn’t have the energy to squeal or scream when they had dropped her; the on again, off again tickling had worn her out. The box was carried up to a metal chain-linked fence that was surrounded on the top by barb wire. One of the men reached over with his elbow and pushed a big red button on a pole that sat next to the gate. It only took a few seconds before a voice on the other end of the intercom said, “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, we’re from Brainicus’s group. We have an appointment with Dr.Washdale,” he answered.
Moments later, one of the guards from the prison stepped out of the brick building and came up the concrete driveway to the gate. He quickly unlocked it and escorted the two of them in, closing the gate behind them. He led them through the front of the building and down a long hallway in the front. The leader looked forward, walking briskly to get to the destination. The two carriers followed closely behind him, looking in all directions at what was going on around them. They could see the big steel doors that had opaque windows at the eye level. Some of the windows had the shadows of different things and people in the cells pressed against them. Others just had the sounds of agony and sadness coming from inside of them. “Well, here we are,” the leader eventually said, knocking on a door in a corner and at the end of the long hallway.
The door opened quickly and everyone immediately took a step back when a hefty shadow appeared in the doorway. “Hello, Dr. Washdale,” one of them said.
Dr. Washdale immediately looked over at the two carrying the box, then at the box itself. “I see you brought me something,” he said, eying the wooden box again.
“Oh yeah, this is for you, a present from Brainicus himself.”
“Ha-ha, I’ve been expecting this for a few days now. I trust it’s still alive.”
“Oh yeah, she’s alive. Go ahead; take a knock if you don’t believe me.”
Dr. Washdale knocked on the box twice. He heard Katie pounding and kicking inside and chuckled to himself. “I think we’ll have a lot of fun together. Thanks you guys. Hey, why don’t you guys go set her up for me in one of the small rooms by the cells? I want to…get a good look at her first.”
They carried her box from his office and down the hallway again to the small room by his office. Katie freaked out when they opened the lid again, opening her eyes widely and screaming hysterically. “Relax, we won’t be here long,” they said to her, unstrapping her from the coffin slowly.
Katie was then taken over to the weirdly-shaped machine in the middle of the room. In the corner, another girl was gagged and chained to the wall. She watched and stamped her feet as Katie was strapped into the stocks that sat in the air 3 feet high. She was braced by one person putting their arms under hers and holding her up while the other tied her hands together. One rope was tied around her bound wrist and reached up to a hook on the ceiling. They wrapped it around the hook and stood back to see if there was anything to fix. Katie sat in stocks that were attached to a 3 foot high pole. Her hands were tied above her, so her midsection and butt hung freely in the air, making her look like she was slouched and sitting down with her feet propped up and her hands in the air. They had gagged her so no one else could hear her scream from inside her cell. “So is that all we were supposed to do?” one of them asked.
“Oh yeah, he said he would take care of it.”
The two men then walked out of the room, leaving Katie bound and gagged in the middle of the room. She sat there and tried to keep herself balanced, pulling herself up every once in a while so she could help the strain in her arms and legs. After about twenty minutes of waiting, Washdale opened up the door and stared at the gagged girl in the corner, then at Katie. He took a look at the sheet and shook his head. “Espionage, huh? That’s punishable by death here. Did you know that?” he asked, staring at Katie.
She just shook her head ‘yes’ as he scribbled on the piece of paper. “In fact, I think it is punishable by death in many countries. Some, they behead you, and others; they just give you lethal injection. Well, here, you’ll just have to wait and see. Well, you will get your death sentence, but first, I want you to suffer for a little while.”
Tears began to well in Katie’s eyes as she looked directly at Dr. Washdale. “Don’t do that,” he told her, “it does nothing for me. In the meantime, let’s make a video, you know, just for record keeping purposes. I want to remember some of this later,” he said, pulling a blank tape off a shelf and getting a video camera from outside the room.
He pointed the camera at Katie first and just filmed her gagged with her head down not looking at the camera for a few minutes. He put on a black mask from his pocket and prepared to start the rest of the video. He stepped behind Katie and removed her gag. Katie sat still, not saying anything and continued to look down. “Hello, Dr. Miles,” he said, looking at the camera. “I have something of yours.”
He stepped out of the way and let the camera focus on Katie for a while. “What’s the matter, dear, you don’t have anything to say? Come on dear, say something to the man who put you here.”
He reached down and tickled her ribs quickly for about two minutes. Katie laughed, facing forward and then shaking her head around, accidentally looking at the camera every once in a while. Washdale tickled faster and faster, gradually increasing his speed over the two minutes. Katie continued to jerk forward in her bonds, shaking her legs and pulling herself up and down quickly to escape just a split second away from the tickling. She reached her head back to try to hit him in the chest with her head, but that just resulted in more severe tickling, causing him to move quicker and more heavily along her ribcage. “Well, do you have anything to say now?” he asked, leaving his hands against her ribs the whole time.
Katie panted and tried to bend her knees to gain some support on her legs. She looked up at him and pleaded for her sanity. Even though she didn’t want to seem weak on video, it was all she could think of to do in her sanity to make the tickling stop. “Please, don’t do this to me! I can’t handle it! No, no more tickling…..nooooooo!”
He moved down her ribs quickly and began to tickle her stomach, kneading methodically into her flesh. He grabbed a fistful of one part with one hand scrambled his fingers over another part with another hand. He followed all of Katie’s short movements, pushing her down every once in a while to keep her in one spot. Katie pushed down on the rope on her hands, trying to break them with the strength of her upper body. She would also sway left and right in an attempt to fight her way away from Washdale. He stopped again to make sure the people who saw this video could see what he was doing to her. “Are you ready to talk to the audience?” he asked, pointing to the camera.
Katie looked helplessly at him. “Stop…stop tickling me…I can’t…can’t take it anymore!” she screamed, kicking her feet and swinging her arms.
“I’ll ask again, are you ready to talk?”
“No, please, you can’t make me, I won’t do it. Please, stop tickling me, though! I can’t take it! I hate being tickled!”
“Hear that,” he said, looking at the camera, “I’ve almost got her. Now Katie, now the real fun begins.”
He went over to the set of stocks by her feet and pulled the lever on the side of it, making the stocks lower toward the ground. He made it so the stocks were almost touching the floor, just a few inches away. Noticing that this wasn’t even yet, he undid the rope above Katie’s head and pulled it higher, making Katie’s arms raise above her head and her shirt rise up to reveal the rest of her tummy, including her bellybutton. Katie watched, breathing deeply and struggling to try to make it more difficult for Washdale to do what he had to do. “I’ll ask again, are you ready to speak on camera?”
Katie answered ‘no’ again, shaking her head slowly. Dr. Washdale took a feather out from under the table. He put it on Katie’s stomach and set it there for a few seconds, trailing it very lightly in one place. Katie giggled and squinted her eyes shut. “Hehehehenooooooooohehehehehe,” she trailed off.
Washdale then tickled faster with the feather, tickling one side with the feather and the other side of the stomach with his hand. He would take a finger or two and trace it around her bellybutton, sometimes tickling it with the feather and the fingers at the same time. He would then go back to tickling all over her stomach, using both fingers and feathers to get every inch as quick as he could. Katie laughed and screamed wildly, babbling incessantly about nothing in order to get him to stop tickling her. After all, he had been tickling her for a few hours now. The tape had to be almost full.
After a while, Dr. Washdale gave a sign that looked like he had given up. Throwing down the feather, he looked at Katie for a few seconds before saying, “Fine!” while throwing his hands in the air. Katie breathed a short sigh of relief before she realized that his hands were hovering above her again. “Oh crap,” she thought to herself in the split second before she was being assaulted with tickles again.
He scrabbled his fingers along her stomach again, tracing on her waistline also. Katie twisted back and forth in her bonds while shaking her head. She could feel him moving from her stomach to her ribs. He then stayed at her ribs for a little while, driving Katie crazy and causing her to bounce up and down to try to disorient his hands away from her. When he would get tired of her tactics, he would move back to her stomach and continue to tickle there until she was close to silent laughter. Katie jerked her head back and forth, still trying to find a way to escape the ticklish torture. Every once in a while, just to throw her off, he would tickle her armpits. He would watch her try to pull her arms back to her sides, attempting to close off the target under her arms. Katie broke down slowly, her laughter getting shorter with each breath. She stopped kicking, shaking, and screaming and just continued laughing until she thought she could laugh no more. She gasped for air and tried to keep her head up as Dr. Washdale slowed down tickling and let her catch her breath for a second. Finally, after a few more hours of tickling, Katie signaled with her short words like “Had” and “Giv” that she had given up her will to keep her pride. Dr Washdale stopped and let her catch her breath for a few minutes, keeping the camera focused on her. “So, are you ready to confess?” he asked with his arms crossed.
“Yes, yes I am, just please, stop tickling me! I can’t take it anymore.”
“See, Dr. Miles, your ‘agent’ wasn’t as prepared for her torture methods as you thought she was.”
“Fine, fine, I wasn’t prepared. I’m sorry Dr. Miles, I confessed everything,” Katie said with tears in her eyes. “I let you down, but I don’t deserve this! I don’t deserve to stay here forever! I hate being tickled! Please, save me! You have to rescue me! They’ve been tickling me for days now and now I have no idea where I am now! They even said they were going to execute me for espionage because I confessed under torture! It isn’t fair! It isn’t fa-ai-ai-r!” she sobbed, putting her head back and letting the tears flow form her eyes.
Dr. Washdale then turned off the camera and stood in front of it. He stood in front of it and clapped as he stared at her while she was still sobbing. “You got what you want! Just let me go! Let me out of here, I hate it here! You can’t do this to me anymore!”
“Oh, I’m not done yet. In fact, hold on, I’ll be back.”
He left the room and came back with a bucket with a paintbrush inside of it. Katie watched as he walked over to the camera and turned it on again. “And now, for the finishing touch,” he said, putting the bucket down.
He then lowered the stocks as much as they would go: less than 5 inches from the ground. He picked up the bucket and pulled out the paintbrush. He dabbed it on the edge of the bucket, getting the excess off the edges of the brush. He then put it against Katie’s feet and brushed honey up and down the soles of Katie’s feet. Katie laughed lightly as the brush wiggled its ticklish way up and down her soles. She had no idea what was going on, but she figured it was about to get worse. He dabbed a little more on her toes and then dipped his finger into the goo and put a little between Katie’s toes. Katie laughed aloud as he shook her head at the feeling of having a finger sawed between her toes. Washdale looked up at her and began to saw faster between her toes, causing Katie to go crazy for a few short seconds. “Now it’s your turn,” he turned and said to the girl chained to the wall.
She was brought over and tied in the same fashion next to Katie. Katie watched as her feet were also put in the stocks and covered with honey. Her hands were also tied above her head with her stomach stretched out in the same way. Washdale ungagged the girl and let her plead while he listened in with deaf ears. “Please, not again! I promise, I’ll never try to escape again! Please, I hate this! Don’ let the dogs lick my feet again! Please, have mercy!” she shouted loudly, almost losing her voice.
Katie shook a little and shook her feet, She had never been licked on her feet, but she knew how horribly ticklish they were. She tried to plead also, but then found out that Washdale had already left the room. He went outside of the room and into a small room that faced the one the girls were in. He turned on the light and both girls could see him through the window on the other side. He sat down in a chair and waved goodbye to both of them and smirking. Katie looked over at the other girl who was tied next to her, who’s name was Tiffany. Tiffany was sweating and breathing heavily, occasionally closing her eyes and opening them quickly, screaming after each reopen. “So, what’s this all about?” Katie asked in a frightened manner.
“Oh god, it’s horrible,” she said, chattering her teeth, “First he covers your feet in honey or some other food. Then, he lets the dogs out through a small door by where he is. They come in here and they come over to our feet and…” she stopped, choking up and sniffling.
“And….” Katie asked, fearing the answer.
“He lets them lick our feet. Oh god, its torture! It tickles so horribly and you can’t move or struggle. All you can do is sit there and take it while these animals lick at your helpless feet, driving you out of your mind until you pass out!”
“Pass out?” Katie asked quietly, gulping to herself.
“Yeah, and if you don’t pass out before all the honey is gone, he comes in and adds more to your soles and adds different dogs to lick it off until you do. Isn’t that right?” she said, staring at him, screaming until she was red in the face. “Isn’t that right, you psycho?!”
Dr. Washdale sat back in his chair and laughed at her. “Whoa, save some of that for the tickling,” he chuckled, pointing at Tiffany.
He then reached over and pushed a red button on the top of the table in his room. A small door opened in the other room and two Labradors walked out quickly from the area where they were held. They paced around the room for a little while, sniffing and barking in the air, looking for the food they smelled. Katie and Tiffany pleaded with the dogs to stay away from them, but they didn’t understand the girls. One of the dogs then trotted over to Katie and began to smell her feet. Katie winced at the anticipation of being tickled again, shortly after her first torture here and especially like this. She shook her feet to try to get the dog to get away from her, but it didn’t work. It began to lick lightly at the honey on her toes, sending Katie into a panic. She clenched her fists together and flapped her feet, but it was no use. Her feet were as ticklish as her ribs, so it didn’t take long before she started belting out fits of laughter. Tiffany stared and hyperventilated as she watched Katie being tickled hysterically. “Stop it, it’s killing her! Can’t you see that, you monster! I hate being here! I hate it! Stop doing this to people, it’s not fair!” she yelled, staring over at Dr. Washdale.
He stared back and her and chuckled as he watched a pair of dogs began to sniff at her feet too. Tiffany was too busy yelling to realize what was about to happen to her. All of a sudden, in the middle of her yelling fit, Tiffany began to feel the familiar touch of tongues on her feet too. She immediately stopped yelling and began to pull violently at her arms and legs, trying to pry them free. She shook her head too and laughed like a madwoman as the dogs began to saw their tongues in between her toes on both feet. They then would lick randomly at her soles, digging in to get all of the honey they could. The girls both tried to shake their feet free, but they couldn’t move them an inch. Both girls began to show signs of weakness. Tears were flowing down their cheeks and their bodies were limping from all the energy that was being drained out of them. Their heads sank low behind them and they had no energy left to struggle. Katie opened her eyes in one moment of sanity when the dog was switching feet and looked over at Tiffany. Her hair was a mess and her sweat was also dripping on to the floor. She screamed to get out all of the laughter that she had choked up because she couldn’t laugh all at once. Katie tried to turn around to the front again, but didn’t have the stamina to make it there. She leaned her head to the side and it began to slump toward the floor. Dr. Washdale noticed that she was on the verge of passing out, so he went inside and put his hands under her armpits. He swirled his fingers around inside, forcing Katie to use the last of what she had left. Katie let out one last scream and then she closed her eyes and passed out from the intense, multiple tickle torture. He pulled the dogs off of her and put them back in the glass case where he was before. He opened up a can of dog food and plopped it into a bowl and set it on the ground. The dogs tore into it and Washdale patted them on the head. “Good dogs,” he said.
He then returned to the room and noticed that Tiffany was still as active as she was when he left. She was thrashing her head about and trying to bang it on something behind her, but only nodded it into the air. She let the tears roll out of her eyes and she shook her feet around faster, pulling with the strength that she had left to try to distract the dogs away from her. Her voice became hoarse and she laughed deeper as the dogs began to explore around the sides of her feet. She pulled on her arms with great vigor as she was almost out of energy. Dr. Washdale walked over to her and began to tickle under her arms faster than he did to Katie. Tiffany tried to hit him with her head, but just end up falling backward. She left her head hung as she giggled herself into passing out.
Dr. Washdale pulled the dog away from her feet and moved him into the same room, where he was also rewarded with food. He went back into the room and looked at the camera. “The end,” he chuckled to himself, flipping the switch to turn it off.
He walked over to Katie and Tiffany and untied them both, catching each of them before they fell to the ground. He unlocked them from the stocks and took some rope out of his pockets. He bound their ankles and wrists and then tied the two of them to each other, wrists to wrists and ankles to ankles. He draped black hoods over their heads and tied off the hoods with the drawstring. He brought the camera over and took a ten second shot of the two of them tied together. He turned it off and popped the tape out.. “See you both tomorrow,” he said, walking out of the room, slamming and locking the door behind him, leaving the two of them bound alone in the room.
Washdale went into his office and put the tape in a cardboard case. He put the tape on his shelf which contained 100s of tapes. He walked out of his office and down the hallway again. “Well, on to the next one.”
“Why not? That’s what he wants us to do anyway,” he replied, picking up her arm and then letting it drop back onto the table.
They went out of the room for a few minutes, leaving the door propped open behind them. When they returned, both of them were carrying an end of a wooden box. They scurried into the room as quickly as possible, setting the heavy case on the floor gently so it wouldn’t fall apart. They then walked over to Katie’s lifeless body and undid the straps from around her. They unlocked the stocks and then rolled her over to the edge of the table. Carefully, they picked her up, one on her arms and one on her legs and lifted her into the wooden box. After setting her down, the guards then took the straps from the inside of the box and placed them around various parts of her body: one around each of her ankles, one strapped her arms to the bottom of the box, two went around her bellybutton, one above and one below, and the last one went around her chest. “Hey, can you help me with this, Charlie?” one of the guards asked.
“What is it?”
“I can’t figure out where this strap goes,” he said, tugging on it and trying to fasten it wherever he could find.
“Oh, let me help you with that,” he replied showoffingly. He took the strap from the guard and looked around inside the box. After about a few seconds of searching, he located the hook where the strap went. He fastened the strap around her knee; bringing it across and twisting it again around her other knee, and then hooked it to a spot underneath her waist. He looked her over one more time, making sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, and when he was satisfied, he closed the lid to the box.
He took the giant padlock from his back pocket and put it on the hinges of the box. He snapped the lock in place and walked over to the other guard. “Ready to put this thing in the truck?” he asked.
“Sure, let’s do this as quickly as possible. My hands hurt last time from lifting that thing.”
They both took an end of the box and lifted with all the strength they had. Not only did the box have its normal coffin weight of about 50 pounds, but this time, Katie was inside of it. They heaved the box onto the back part of the truck and climbed inside. They both took turns strapping the heavy object to the floor of the truck, making sure it would not move during the ride. After all, if they messed this up, Dr Brainicus or one of their superiors would surely kill them. They finished up, trying their hardest to shift the box. When they thought they had done a successful job, they both hopped out of the truck, one right after the other. The tallest grabbed up for the rope to shut the metal sliding door, pulling it down quickly but carefully. They then took the key out for the back door and locked it, turning the lock to the side and then testing its security. When it was all systems go, they high-fived each other and climbed into the cockpit for yet another long drive to the airport.
“So, where’s the box going?” the passenger asked, opening up a bag of chips.
“We’re supposed to take this to the airport so they can send it off to Vadendine for….whatever they want to do with her.”
“Ahhhhhh, OK. Washdale might just shoot her or push the box in the lake, you never know.”
“It could be even weirder,” the driver replied. “He could tickle her.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. He’s a…..tickle freak,” he chuckled.
“Yeah, that is something isn’t it,” the driver scratched his head as he veered along the bumpy back road.
Katie still lie motionless in the cargo area. She was starting to show signs of life, twitching her arms and legs every once in a while. Suddenly, she quickly opened her eyes. She shifted them around, looking shocked inside of her wooden prison. “Great, what now?” she thought, trying to lift her arms back up.
She tried to lift her arms and legs, testing one bond after the other. She soon discovered that both her arms and legs were restrained. She shook her head madly to try and worm her way out of whatever was holding her, but with no progress. She leaned her head on the bottom of the coffin, tilting her chin into the air. “Damn it,” she mumbled, looking at the lid of the coffin.
It was at that moment that she heard the sound of a motor running that sounded like it was coming from the top of the coffin. She looked around to see what the noise was, but couldn’t place it. She looked to both sides, behind her, and in front of her until she found out that the noise really was coming from the top of the coffin. He jaw dropped open when she saw what looked like a mechanical hand descending slowly down closer and closer to her belly. Her eyes got bigger as she squirmed around from side to side. “Not again!” she screamed, shaking her head.
The hand started to graze the top of her belly, wiggling its fingers slowly along the skin. Katie giggled a little as the intensity of the tickling increased. With each passing second, the mechanical monster tickled faster and faster, moving around more as Katie laughed harder. It tickled the sides of her belly slowly, then getting faster, and then slowing down again. Katie shook her head and laughed while trying not to hit her head on the walls of the box.
Meanwhile, in the front of the truck, Katie’s hysterical laughter was starting to leak into the seating area. At first, the guys were looking around the front of the truck to try to place the noise. Finally, after putting their ear to the back of the panel behind the seats, they knew it was Katie. “I guess she’s awake now,” the passenger said, turning back around and sitting in his seat.
“Ohhhhh, that’s what that noise is, ok. I had no idea, I thought it was the truck or something,” he replied, looking in the rearview mirror.
Katie was suffering in the box. The robotic hand had found its way up to her ribs and began to scratch at them gently, gradually increasing its speed. Katie tried rolling around; bending her elbows to try to get away from the gloved monster, but it was no use. She held her breath as much as she could for the rest of the ride. Every once in a while, it would stop and just hover over the top of her. Katie would watch its pattern of movement with her following eyes until she would see it coming back at her. She then would close her eyes and wait for the inevitable again. It would tickle all over her belly, ribs, and bellybutton in a rapid motion until it would retreat again. Sometimes, it wouldn’t even make it all the way to Katie and it would just hover over her, making the tickling motions. She would close her eyes and wait, but when it didn’t come, she would squint her eyes and watch what was going on above her with her one eye open. This would go on for a few hours until she noticed that, from the sounds of the planes, they arrived at the airport again.
She was pushed out of the truck and into the conveyor belt of a plane. They then slammed shut the door of the plane and gave each other the thumbs up for takeoff. The truck was backed away for safety and the driver leaned out the window to wave goodbye to the pilot. He waved back as the plane began to pull down the runway and took off into the air. They flew for hours in a straight line, looking down to see if they could spot the island. “Look for a big black building with a red star and a blue line passing through the star painted on the roof,” he shouted to his co-pilot.
Minutes later, he tapped the pilot on the shoulder and pointed down to the ground. “Just where I thought it would be,” he said, preparing to land the plane.
He landed on a runway that also looked like it was once just a piece of blacktop and killed the power to the plane. Him and the co-pilot walked out and waved to the guard tower.“Here ya go,” they said, unlocking the cargo area.
The box was not carried out of the plane as gently as it was the first time. One of them pushed a wooden board out of the cargo area of the plane and let one end hit the ground on the runway. Katie shifted toward the top and hung almost upside down in her coffin. She waited like that until they picked up both ends of it and started carrying the box into the huge brick building that was just behind the airport. She didn’t have the energy to squeal or scream when they had dropped her; the on again, off again tickling had worn her out. The box was carried up to a metal chain-linked fence that was surrounded on the top by barb wire. One of the men reached over with his elbow and pushed a big red button on a pole that sat next to the gate. It only took a few seconds before a voice on the other end of the intercom said, “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, we’re from Brainicus’s group. We have an appointment with Dr.Washdale,” he answered.
Moments later, one of the guards from the prison stepped out of the brick building and came up the concrete driveway to the gate. He quickly unlocked it and escorted the two of them in, closing the gate behind them. He led them through the front of the building and down a long hallway in the front. The leader looked forward, walking briskly to get to the destination. The two carriers followed closely behind him, looking in all directions at what was going on around them. They could see the big steel doors that had opaque windows at the eye level. Some of the windows had the shadows of different things and people in the cells pressed against them. Others just had the sounds of agony and sadness coming from inside of them. “Well, here we are,” the leader eventually said, knocking on a door in a corner and at the end of the long hallway.
The door opened quickly and everyone immediately took a step back when a hefty shadow appeared in the doorway. “Hello, Dr. Washdale,” one of them said.
Dr. Washdale immediately looked over at the two carrying the box, then at the box itself. “I see you brought me something,” he said, eying the wooden box again.
“Oh yeah, this is for you, a present from Brainicus himself.”
“Ha-ha, I’ve been expecting this for a few days now. I trust it’s still alive.”
“Oh yeah, she’s alive. Go ahead; take a knock if you don’t believe me.”
Dr. Washdale knocked on the box twice. He heard Katie pounding and kicking inside and chuckled to himself. “I think we’ll have a lot of fun together. Thanks you guys. Hey, why don’t you guys go set her up for me in one of the small rooms by the cells? I want to…get a good look at her first.”
They carried her box from his office and down the hallway again to the small room by his office. Katie freaked out when they opened the lid again, opening her eyes widely and screaming hysterically. “Relax, we won’t be here long,” they said to her, unstrapping her from the coffin slowly.
Katie was then taken over to the weirdly-shaped machine in the middle of the room. In the corner, another girl was gagged and chained to the wall. She watched and stamped her feet as Katie was strapped into the stocks that sat in the air 3 feet high. She was braced by one person putting their arms under hers and holding her up while the other tied her hands together. One rope was tied around her bound wrist and reached up to a hook on the ceiling. They wrapped it around the hook and stood back to see if there was anything to fix. Katie sat in stocks that were attached to a 3 foot high pole. Her hands were tied above her, so her midsection and butt hung freely in the air, making her look like she was slouched and sitting down with her feet propped up and her hands in the air. They had gagged her so no one else could hear her scream from inside her cell. “So is that all we were supposed to do?” one of them asked.
“Oh yeah, he said he would take care of it.”
The two men then walked out of the room, leaving Katie bound and gagged in the middle of the room. She sat there and tried to keep herself balanced, pulling herself up every once in a while so she could help the strain in her arms and legs. After about twenty minutes of waiting, Washdale opened up the door and stared at the gagged girl in the corner, then at Katie. He took a look at the sheet and shook his head. “Espionage, huh? That’s punishable by death here. Did you know that?” he asked, staring at Katie.
She just shook her head ‘yes’ as he scribbled on the piece of paper. “In fact, I think it is punishable by death in many countries. Some, they behead you, and others; they just give you lethal injection. Well, here, you’ll just have to wait and see. Well, you will get your death sentence, but first, I want you to suffer for a little while.”
Tears began to well in Katie’s eyes as she looked directly at Dr. Washdale. “Don’t do that,” he told her, “it does nothing for me. In the meantime, let’s make a video, you know, just for record keeping purposes. I want to remember some of this later,” he said, pulling a blank tape off a shelf and getting a video camera from outside the room.
He pointed the camera at Katie first and just filmed her gagged with her head down not looking at the camera for a few minutes. He put on a black mask from his pocket and prepared to start the rest of the video. He stepped behind Katie and removed her gag. Katie sat still, not saying anything and continued to look down. “Hello, Dr. Miles,” he said, looking at the camera. “I have something of yours.”
He stepped out of the way and let the camera focus on Katie for a while. “What’s the matter, dear, you don’t have anything to say? Come on dear, say something to the man who put you here.”
He reached down and tickled her ribs quickly for about two minutes. Katie laughed, facing forward and then shaking her head around, accidentally looking at the camera every once in a while. Washdale tickled faster and faster, gradually increasing his speed over the two minutes. Katie continued to jerk forward in her bonds, shaking her legs and pulling herself up and down quickly to escape just a split second away from the tickling. She reached her head back to try to hit him in the chest with her head, but that just resulted in more severe tickling, causing him to move quicker and more heavily along her ribcage. “Well, do you have anything to say now?” he asked, leaving his hands against her ribs the whole time.
Katie panted and tried to bend her knees to gain some support on her legs. She looked up at him and pleaded for her sanity. Even though she didn’t want to seem weak on video, it was all she could think of to do in her sanity to make the tickling stop. “Please, don’t do this to me! I can’t handle it! No, no more tickling…..nooooooo!”
He moved down her ribs quickly and began to tickle her stomach, kneading methodically into her flesh. He grabbed a fistful of one part with one hand scrambled his fingers over another part with another hand. He followed all of Katie’s short movements, pushing her down every once in a while to keep her in one spot. Katie pushed down on the rope on her hands, trying to break them with the strength of her upper body. She would also sway left and right in an attempt to fight her way away from Washdale. He stopped again to make sure the people who saw this video could see what he was doing to her. “Are you ready to talk to the audience?” he asked, pointing to the camera.
Katie looked helplessly at him. “Stop…stop tickling me…I can’t…can’t take it anymore!” she screamed, kicking her feet and swinging her arms.
“I’ll ask again, are you ready to talk?”
“No, please, you can’t make me, I won’t do it. Please, stop tickling me, though! I can’t take it! I hate being tickled!”
“Hear that,” he said, looking at the camera, “I’ve almost got her. Now Katie, now the real fun begins.”
He went over to the set of stocks by her feet and pulled the lever on the side of it, making the stocks lower toward the ground. He made it so the stocks were almost touching the floor, just a few inches away. Noticing that this wasn’t even yet, he undid the rope above Katie’s head and pulled it higher, making Katie’s arms raise above her head and her shirt rise up to reveal the rest of her tummy, including her bellybutton. Katie watched, breathing deeply and struggling to try to make it more difficult for Washdale to do what he had to do. “I’ll ask again, are you ready to speak on camera?”
Katie answered ‘no’ again, shaking her head slowly. Dr. Washdale took a feather out from under the table. He put it on Katie’s stomach and set it there for a few seconds, trailing it very lightly in one place. Katie giggled and squinted her eyes shut. “Hehehehenooooooooohehehehehe,” she trailed off.
Washdale then tickled faster with the feather, tickling one side with the feather and the other side of the stomach with his hand. He would take a finger or two and trace it around her bellybutton, sometimes tickling it with the feather and the fingers at the same time. He would then go back to tickling all over her stomach, using both fingers and feathers to get every inch as quick as he could. Katie laughed and screamed wildly, babbling incessantly about nothing in order to get him to stop tickling her. After all, he had been tickling her for a few hours now. The tape had to be almost full.
After a while, Dr. Washdale gave a sign that looked like he had given up. Throwing down the feather, he looked at Katie for a few seconds before saying, “Fine!” while throwing his hands in the air. Katie breathed a short sigh of relief before she realized that his hands were hovering above her again. “Oh crap,” she thought to herself in the split second before she was being assaulted with tickles again.
He scrabbled his fingers along her stomach again, tracing on her waistline also. Katie twisted back and forth in her bonds while shaking her head. She could feel him moving from her stomach to her ribs. He then stayed at her ribs for a little while, driving Katie crazy and causing her to bounce up and down to try to disorient his hands away from her. When he would get tired of her tactics, he would move back to her stomach and continue to tickle there until she was close to silent laughter. Katie jerked her head back and forth, still trying to find a way to escape the ticklish torture. Every once in a while, just to throw her off, he would tickle her armpits. He would watch her try to pull her arms back to her sides, attempting to close off the target under her arms. Katie broke down slowly, her laughter getting shorter with each breath. She stopped kicking, shaking, and screaming and just continued laughing until she thought she could laugh no more. She gasped for air and tried to keep her head up as Dr. Washdale slowed down tickling and let her catch her breath for a second. Finally, after a few more hours of tickling, Katie signaled with her short words like “Had” and “Giv” that she had given up her will to keep her pride. Dr Washdale stopped and let her catch her breath for a few minutes, keeping the camera focused on her. “So, are you ready to confess?” he asked with his arms crossed.
“Yes, yes I am, just please, stop tickling me! I can’t take it anymore.”
“See, Dr. Miles, your ‘agent’ wasn’t as prepared for her torture methods as you thought she was.”
“Fine, fine, I wasn’t prepared. I’m sorry Dr. Miles, I confessed everything,” Katie said with tears in her eyes. “I let you down, but I don’t deserve this! I don’t deserve to stay here forever! I hate being tickled! Please, save me! You have to rescue me! They’ve been tickling me for days now and now I have no idea where I am now! They even said they were going to execute me for espionage because I confessed under torture! It isn’t fair! It isn’t fa-ai-ai-r!” she sobbed, putting her head back and letting the tears flow form her eyes.
Dr. Washdale then turned off the camera and stood in front of it. He stood in front of it and clapped as he stared at her while she was still sobbing. “You got what you want! Just let me go! Let me out of here, I hate it here! You can’t do this to me anymore!”
“Oh, I’m not done yet. In fact, hold on, I’ll be back.”
He left the room and came back with a bucket with a paintbrush inside of it. Katie watched as he walked over to the camera and turned it on again. “And now, for the finishing touch,” he said, putting the bucket down.
He then lowered the stocks as much as they would go: less than 5 inches from the ground. He picked up the bucket and pulled out the paintbrush. He dabbed it on the edge of the bucket, getting the excess off the edges of the brush. He then put it against Katie’s feet and brushed honey up and down the soles of Katie’s feet. Katie laughed lightly as the brush wiggled its ticklish way up and down her soles. She had no idea what was going on, but she figured it was about to get worse. He dabbed a little more on her toes and then dipped his finger into the goo and put a little between Katie’s toes. Katie laughed aloud as he shook her head at the feeling of having a finger sawed between her toes. Washdale looked up at her and began to saw faster between her toes, causing Katie to go crazy for a few short seconds. “Now it’s your turn,” he turned and said to the girl chained to the wall.
She was brought over and tied in the same fashion next to Katie. Katie watched as her feet were also put in the stocks and covered with honey. Her hands were also tied above her head with her stomach stretched out in the same way. Washdale ungagged the girl and let her plead while he listened in with deaf ears. “Please, not again! I promise, I’ll never try to escape again! Please, I hate this! Don’ let the dogs lick my feet again! Please, have mercy!” she shouted loudly, almost losing her voice.
Katie shook a little and shook her feet, She had never been licked on her feet, but she knew how horribly ticklish they were. She tried to plead also, but then found out that Washdale had already left the room. He went outside of the room and into a small room that faced the one the girls were in. He turned on the light and both girls could see him through the window on the other side. He sat down in a chair and waved goodbye to both of them and smirking. Katie looked over at the other girl who was tied next to her, who’s name was Tiffany. Tiffany was sweating and breathing heavily, occasionally closing her eyes and opening them quickly, screaming after each reopen. “So, what’s this all about?” Katie asked in a frightened manner.
“Oh god, it’s horrible,” she said, chattering her teeth, “First he covers your feet in honey or some other food. Then, he lets the dogs out through a small door by where he is. They come in here and they come over to our feet and…” she stopped, choking up and sniffling.
“And….” Katie asked, fearing the answer.
“He lets them lick our feet. Oh god, its torture! It tickles so horribly and you can’t move or struggle. All you can do is sit there and take it while these animals lick at your helpless feet, driving you out of your mind until you pass out!”
“Pass out?” Katie asked quietly, gulping to herself.
“Yeah, and if you don’t pass out before all the honey is gone, he comes in and adds more to your soles and adds different dogs to lick it off until you do. Isn’t that right?” she said, staring at him, screaming until she was red in the face. “Isn’t that right, you psycho?!”
Dr. Washdale sat back in his chair and laughed at her. “Whoa, save some of that for the tickling,” he chuckled, pointing at Tiffany.
He then reached over and pushed a red button on the top of the table in his room. A small door opened in the other room and two Labradors walked out quickly from the area where they were held. They paced around the room for a little while, sniffing and barking in the air, looking for the food they smelled. Katie and Tiffany pleaded with the dogs to stay away from them, but they didn’t understand the girls. One of the dogs then trotted over to Katie and began to smell her feet. Katie winced at the anticipation of being tickled again, shortly after her first torture here and especially like this. She shook her feet to try to get the dog to get away from her, but it didn’t work. It began to lick lightly at the honey on her toes, sending Katie into a panic. She clenched her fists together and flapped her feet, but it was no use. Her feet were as ticklish as her ribs, so it didn’t take long before she started belting out fits of laughter. Tiffany stared and hyperventilated as she watched Katie being tickled hysterically. “Stop it, it’s killing her! Can’t you see that, you monster! I hate being here! I hate it! Stop doing this to people, it’s not fair!” she yelled, staring over at Dr. Washdale.
He stared back and her and chuckled as he watched a pair of dogs began to sniff at her feet too. Tiffany was too busy yelling to realize what was about to happen to her. All of a sudden, in the middle of her yelling fit, Tiffany began to feel the familiar touch of tongues on her feet too. She immediately stopped yelling and began to pull violently at her arms and legs, trying to pry them free. She shook her head too and laughed like a madwoman as the dogs began to saw their tongues in between her toes on both feet. They then would lick randomly at her soles, digging in to get all of the honey they could. The girls both tried to shake their feet free, but they couldn’t move them an inch. Both girls began to show signs of weakness. Tears were flowing down their cheeks and their bodies were limping from all the energy that was being drained out of them. Their heads sank low behind them and they had no energy left to struggle. Katie opened her eyes in one moment of sanity when the dog was switching feet and looked over at Tiffany. Her hair was a mess and her sweat was also dripping on to the floor. She screamed to get out all of the laughter that she had choked up because she couldn’t laugh all at once. Katie tried to turn around to the front again, but didn’t have the stamina to make it there. She leaned her head to the side and it began to slump toward the floor. Dr. Washdale noticed that she was on the verge of passing out, so he went inside and put his hands under her armpits. He swirled his fingers around inside, forcing Katie to use the last of what she had left. Katie let out one last scream and then she closed her eyes and passed out from the intense, multiple tickle torture. He pulled the dogs off of her and put them back in the glass case where he was before. He opened up a can of dog food and plopped it into a bowl and set it on the ground. The dogs tore into it and Washdale patted them on the head. “Good dogs,” he said.
He then returned to the room and noticed that Tiffany was still as active as she was when he left. She was thrashing her head about and trying to bang it on something behind her, but only nodded it into the air. She let the tears roll out of her eyes and she shook her feet around faster, pulling with the strength that she had left to try to distract the dogs away from her. Her voice became hoarse and she laughed deeper as the dogs began to explore around the sides of her feet. She pulled on her arms with great vigor as she was almost out of energy. Dr. Washdale walked over to her and began to tickle under her arms faster than he did to Katie. Tiffany tried to hit him with her head, but just end up falling backward. She left her head hung as she giggled herself into passing out.
Dr. Washdale pulled the dog away from her feet and moved him into the same room, where he was also rewarded with food. He went back into the room and looked at the camera. “The end,” he chuckled to himself, flipping the switch to turn it off.
He walked over to Katie and Tiffany and untied them both, catching each of them before they fell to the ground. He unlocked them from the stocks and took some rope out of his pockets. He bound their ankles and wrists and then tied the two of them to each other, wrists to wrists and ankles to ankles. He draped black hoods over their heads and tied off the hoods with the drawstring. He brought the camera over and took a ten second shot of the two of them tied together. He turned it off and popped the tape out.. “See you both tomorrow,” he said, walking out of the room, slamming and locking the door behind him, leaving the two of them bound alone in the room.
Washdale went into his office and put the tape in a cardboard case. He put the tape on his shelf which contained 100s of tapes. He walked out of his office and down the hallway again. “Well, on to the next one.”
