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The Cell - Part 1 (by Vellicator)

Shaggy

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*Note: I recently read thsi great story by Vellicator while perusing the google newsgroups. I got his permission to finish it. Here is part 1, and part 2 will appear in the adjacent post.

The Cell

Marla was lead down a flight of steps by her guards and at the bottom they

turned left and proceded down a well lit corridor. she thoguth she herd what

sounded like laughing, or was it crying? the sound faintly echoed off the light

green walls and gave her a shudder. her guards stopped at cell # 8 and attempted

to open the locked door. after several minutes of trying to find the right key

the sargent looked up to one of the gaurds " go and get the set b keys" , she

said in a quick and commanding tone. "yes mam" was the response. the other

gaurd positioned himself behind marla, firmly holding her arms as was the pro-

cedure when only two personnel were escorting a prisoner.

" i hope you enjoy your stay at our faciltiy" the sargent said with a smile.

"being uncooperative will only result in stern measures and after a period of

time you will see that compliance with instructions and questions will be the

easiast way to avoid....shall we say.... intense discomfort" she let her words

drag out slowly while looking Marla in the eye, letting Marla absorb them with

a sense of dread. Marla tried to remain impassive and fought the erge to tremble

she quickly regained her composure as she heard foot steps appraoching from behind.

"here are the B set of keys" the guard said. but he was followed by several other

guards who were carting a female to her cell. as they walked passed Marla could the

girl on the gurney but she was unconscious. sweat had covered her face and there

appeared to be tear stains on the girls cheeks. the steele door clinked open as

the sargent turned the key and latch. Marla was shoved inside before she could stare

any longer at the girl who was being taken to her cell, from what she surmised

as a bout of intense physical discomfort from being uncooperative.

with the door being slammed shut Marla was left alone with her thoughts.

damm ! if she hadnt stopped in the gift store at the airport. that 5 min delay would

have allowed her to board the plane but she wanted something to read and not just

sit there. instead as she was about to make a purchase she felt a little prick then

her vision became clouded and Marla became dizzy, losing her balance and blacked

out. she awoke in a van with four gaurds sitting around her. she questioned them

but they said nothing. "now the interrogation begins" Marla thought to herself.

could she fool them? Marla slumped back on her cot fully aware of the predicament

of her situation. it must have been at least 1/2 hour before the door opened.

there was the sargent of the guards standing before her again with her acomplices

"bring her out" she barked. they walked back to the base of the steps from where

she was first brought in but proceded to the right of them, down another similair

corridor. the first door on her left her guards stopped at, opened and Marla was escorted

in.

"please sit miss vaynova" said a dark haired woman standing in the middle of the room.

"we will cut to the chase as they say. you know why you are here, so if you can make it

easy on yourself sign the confession of spying and tell us all you know you can be out in perhaps, 6-8 months" the woman stated in a rather business like tone.

"look, i think you have mistaken me for someone else"., Marla retorted calmly "i am meerly...."

"enough !!! iam not interested in hearing a bs prefabricated cover story. the woman siad in an imposing voice. then stepped behind a curtain that divided the room in two. she emirged with a strait jacket, tossed it to the sargent "put this on her" was the order. Marla struggled but in was no use, the 3 of them quickly placed the jacket on her with little effort and began lacing it up.

the woman watched with a smirk , knowing what was to happen next.

her name was elana, about 38 years old, black hair but looked more like thirty. at 5'6" and a medium frame she had an imposing stance that you couldnt ignore.

well, Marla how does it fit?. my name is elana and we will get to know each other quite well. in fact i will get to know you quite intimately" she smiled.

walking over to the curtain elana pulled it back reveiling a pair of wooden stocks, but with modern fixtures.

"sargent please seat marla"

Marla struggled but it was futile. the guards were experienced enough to place their detaines' in restraints in an efficient manner. marla was first made to sit in the chair facing the stocks. it had a long an narrow back and one leather strap was placed around

her middle and her legs,as they stretched out toward the stocks were secured at the thighs

to the seat of the chair. next her ankles were inserted in the the padded slots and the

top portion of the stock was closed down, effectively trapping her feet.

once they were finished elana moved over to the front of the stocks and reached below

and startedd turing a crank. this tightened the thick pads around marla's ankles,allowing

for no twisting or any type of movment. after finishing this last bit of securing marla

elana dismissed the guards.

"well, now it is just us two " she said with a smile. Marla tried to maintain her com-

posure was was begining to feel the fear of anticipation of what was going to happen to

her next.

Marla was never giving any real training in how to stand up to "questioning"

her job was that of a carrier, a transporter of valuable information from one point to

another. her employers showed her the methods of evasion and concealment but

nothing more. now in this predicament she wondered how she was going to get out

in one piece, if ever!

Elana began removing Marla's shoes "now lets have a look at those feet, shall

we Marla ? ' oh my god, she is going to torture my feet' Marla thought. while elana

pulling of her socks Marla tried moving but she could barely strain against her bonds.

seeing that marla was starting to get a look of fear on her face, elana said in an casual

way " the soles of the feet have been objects of torture through out history. however,

there is one method that has been particularly intriguing to me and has been shown in

the past to be most effective and you can say it is my specialty". ELana let the

words hang in the air for more of a dramatic and for the fear enticing effect.

Marla listened carefully with the look of dread as what was about to take place next

and tried to control her breathing. "my specialty, Marla, is TICKLE TORTURE".

Marla's mouth went dry. she knew how ticklish she was and it was excruciating.

Elana studied the face of her captive and was able to read the fear that was conveyed in

her eyes.

“Oh my... I get the feeling you are a bit .... ‘sensative’ on your feet”. Teased Elana.

“and after a few hours we’ll have and idea if they are ticklish. Of course we can bypass

all of this if you choose to be co-operative”

As much as Elana loved tickling her captives, usually to the point of unconsciousness, her first priority was to obtaining any information the prisoner might have. Marla instinctivley tried moving her arms and testing the sturdiness of the stocks that trapped her feet and found she was unable to move... at all. The feeling of helplessness became overwhelming and she began to sweat. Elana , knew full well what was going on with her captive, after having many witnessed many such episodes. At this point she knew that the it was time to make use of the pyschological aspects of “game”.

“Tickling was used thru out the middle ages on some prisoners and it wasnt uncommon

for the person to be driven completely mad or even tickled to death. Its proficiency to persuade the hapless victim was very high....” Elana stated plainly as though delivering a lecture in a history class Marla was unable to resist Elana’s words and knew she would never be able to endure any length of tickling, the thought of haveing her feet subjected to such cruel torture ripped away any pretenses of maintaining complete innocense. Though somehow with the fear of being tickled without mercy about to begin , she managed to formulate some degree of control and decided it was best to cooperate with her captor. Marla just could not stand to be tickled. Period. Just as Elana laced her hand in box to retrieve a Q-tip that was at the base of the stocks, Marla shouted “OK ok... please.... I am a courierer, I was given the job of transporting this package, I was told it was nothing illegal .. that it involved a business deal.... to avoid undo attention of compettitors... that is all I know .. Oh, please believe me... If I thought it was anything that involved security of your county I would have declined.” Though Marla did not usually

ask questions when transporting “merchandise” as she often referred, she was told this particular mission involved sneaking out some documents from business competitor before it was discovered.

“Well, that certainly was hard was it? Just tell me who hired you and where you were going with the disk and film and who you were going to deliver it to. And by the way, you were in possesion of items classified by our Govt. I want to know th ewhole operation behind this ! Elana sternly asked.

“Oh, please.. I dont know Iam never told much about anything that carry.. I “

“but you were told this time? am I correct ? and now you say you dont know?

so sometimes you are told and sometimes not ,am I supposed to believe that ??

Elana ‘s voice rising and with that she brandished the Q-tip she had previously retrieved, twirling it between her fingers. Marla’s eyes opened wide and panic began to overcome her failing control. “I dont know anything .. please . dont what are you doing with that Q-tip? dont... please....

“Oh this little thing, I plan on running all over the soles of your feet, when I stop I’ll ask you again” and with the last word Elana placed the q-tip at Marla’s heel and made a steady path toward the ball of her foot. Marla immediatley tensed up , trying to ignor the feeling of tickling now starting on her foot. By the time the q-tip reach the center of Marla’s foot she let out a hearty stream of laughter. Elana made a circle on the ball of the foot and proceeded down into the arch, zig zaging until returning to the heel. the process was repeated ....over and over. After the 3rd pass Marla lost any control that she had and began a fit of uncontrolled hysteria. The feeling was horrible and maddening. Upon the 12th returnd of the q-tips pass, Elana lost count and marvelled in the agony of her capive. about five min later Elana chose a different course. This time letting the cotton swab stimulate the nerves near the edge of the foot then cutting across the base of the toes, then back the same way. Marla tried twisting , turning attempting some kind of movment but nothing could alleviate the torture she was receiving on her feet, and then she began to laugh even harder ! As ten min quickly went by ( for Elana that is ) she stopped then began to interrogate her prisoner.

“I will ask you again, who are you working for , who was getting your stolen package.. all the details NOW !!. This will be the longest break you will get because if you dont answer I’ll add five min everytime I have to tickle you. That was only 10 min !

“I-I d-dont know anymore.. oh, please believe me I wish I could tell you more” Marla almost sobbed.

“Ok, lets try this “ snickered Elana as she took the Q-tip and like drill bit, used her fingers to rotate the stem, turning the swab into the center of the foot. The effect produced a cackling of mirth from the prisoner sitting in stocks. Marla could only shake her head back and forth in response to the awful tickling on her soles. The occasional thought that was created in her mind was soon shattered. Seconds ticked off like minutes.

Elana found that by applying this monotinous motion to the center of the sole brought new guffaws of a higher pitch , but she never lingered too long. Like a oil rig drilling for deposits of black gold different areas of the foot where tested for the rich bundle of nerves that lay beneath the surface of the skin. Mainiacle laughter was the repsonse to when this sadistic method found its way right below the ball of the foot, more off to the side in the arch. Elana drank in the laughter gushing forth form her hapless victim. She loved tickling, it was like a well of energy that flowed into to her whenever she a forced laughter from those who had the misfortune of being

delivered into her hands.

Reluctantly she stopped. The 15 mark hand ended and time to see if her “guest” had anything to say. “Well , well, we are certainly ticklish. You know Marla I just dont know how you can take this, I mean.... Iam horribly ticklish and this would be torture for me too. “ Indeed , Elana herself was , as she thought about it, ‘deathly ticklish’ Never was she subjected to anything like she put her captives thru, except the occasional playful tickling she recieved from whom ever she was sleeping with at the time. On numerous occasions , as she tickled tortured, she wondered how she would hold up or could hold out. The answer was more than clear, Elana would die laughing in fits of convulsive hysteria. Perhaps that was the facination of inflicting such cruel torment

“Do you want to tell me anything or shall we play with your toes for the next round?

“Ooohhhh p--lease <gasp> I cant take anymore ..... “ and Marla pleaded as tears rolled down her cheeks I’ll do anything you want !!! I’ll work for you P-Pplease I just cant stand this !!!

“Well, lets try this ....sneered Elana. she quickly fastened the big and little toes to the

eyes hooks on the stocks, pulling them back and away. Once again the Q-tips were applied and the effect was immediate. Marla began a hysterical laugh as the cotton carresed the soft and sensative skin of the toes. It was the bottoms of the toes that sent Marla into a fit of sobbing, uncontrolled and in pure agony. After the first foot was finished Elana proceeded to the second one and commented with sadistic cruelty “I would pass out if this was done to me”. Marla was just able to comprehend what had been said but she was using this brief respite to gather precious oxygen. As soon as the toes were assaulted again, Marla shrieked and then passout. Itwas just too much.

To both her delight and dissapointment Elana looked upon her captive, though she would have prefered continuing, the fact that she tickled until inducing unconscience was thrill instelf. However, she still had to be certain she had extracted all that she could from this spy. Walking to the door she pressed the button alerting the guards. Sgt. Vilnow appeared “Yes Mam? It appears out little guest has laughed herself silly, at 1400hrs I want her preped for the ‘water torture’ . That is all. and Elana headed toward her office.

“Yes Mam, Ok... lets get her in cell D. We have about 1 hour. ordered Vilnow. Sgt Fiona Vilnow had wittnessed the ‘water torture’ before and knew it could drive some mad.





Sleep, dreaming, or... was it reality? There was some stirring then a sudden and terrible itch on Marla’s nose, she tried to move her head and bring her right hand down to scratch, but couldnt. Then she awoke with a startle. “wha-at.. Oh, no , this cant be happening again. The itching increased in its intensity as Elana, just a few inches away was tickling the sides of her nose with a few short hairs that had been taped to stick. After a few more seconds the tormenting hairs were pulled away.

“Well, on some future date we’ll have to plan a whole afternoon session doing that and I garuntee ti will make you eyes water. However I have some thing else planned. You see the water bottles attached to the stand over each arm? In a barely audible whisper Marla replied “yes”

“what is going to happen is they are going to drip , each one, then the drop will run down in your armpits. over and over. I assure you it will in time be quite maddening”

Though her nose still itched furiously what Elana had said set Marla’s heart racing. She couldnt stand having them touched. It was bad enough just to shave them but this would be insanity.

“p-p-please, I told you everything I know .. DONT DO THIS !!”

Elana just gave her a smirk and said “’ll be back in a few hours darling”

This first drop hit in the bicept of the right arm and made its course down into the hollow.

about a two seconds later the left arm had been baptized. The feeling of the drop intensified until it reached the armpit itself. Marla cringed and a gasp escaped from her mouth as the third drop hit the bicept, its dreadful anticipation of what was going to happen coupled with the tickling/itching feeling resulted in the urge to giggle. Each sucessive drop seemed to add to the over whelming pressure of laugher that was building within her diaphram. After a few more drops Marla began to giggle. More drops and more giggling. The purpose of this torture wasnt to introduce quick and intense form of tickling but to let it build slowly. It is a combination of psychological and physical torment. The monotiny and anticipation of the dripping water shifed time into low gear.

Drop after drop, minute after minute it went on. She tried twisting her arms a little , just enough to alter the path of the drop from heading toward her armpit but the straps had been placed to deny such evasion. Though she couldnt see it Elana had grease paint , applied in parellel lines to just above the pit it self. This kept the water on track, in case the person managed to change the position of the arms.

Marla’s giggling had become almost constant, with very short bouts of trying to hold her laughter in, but only failing when the drop rolled onto the underarm.
 
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