ticklishscribe
02-22-2006, 03:14 AM
One Evil Surprise.
Inspired by Rachel.
Written by Ticklishscribe,
c. 2004.
Rachel tried everything to escape, struggling violently and screaming at her captors to let her go. She promised to not tell anyone that they had kidnapped her, if only they would let her go. But all she got in return was silence. They had blindfolded her and so she could only hear them moving about the room. The constant swish of their movements was driving Rachel hysterically and her head jerked as she twisted and turned to follow their every movement, trying to find even the slightest crack in the blindfold to see what they were going to do to her.
She had been on her way to her dorm from class when a van had pulled up beside her and two hooded people jumped out, grabbed and blindfolded her and pushed her into the van. She was then made lie on the floor and was then hogtied.
After driving for a while, they hauled her out of the van and had taken her inside. They untied her and retied her legs spread eagle to a bed. Because she was small they easily overpowered her, but all the while she was struggling like crazy and begging to know what's going on and why they were doing this.
"Please let me go! I promise I'll never tell anyone about this, I swear!"
Neither one answered her, but when they finally did speak, she felt as if she knew them, but couldn't place the voices.
Rachel felt someone kneeling beside her.
"It's time…" Someone whispered in her left ear.
"Time, time for what?" she asked frantically.
"You will have fun, we guarantee it!" The voice was firm but soft. Then she felt her sleeveless top and her bra being removed.
NO! DON'T! STOP THIS YOU PERVERTS!"
She frantically struggled, but the two managed to hold her still and within moments she was totally topless and now totally tied as well. This was immediately followed by fingers flickering in the deepest recesses of her armpits and on her ribs.
"NO! DON'T DO THAT! PLEASE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Then they gave her some tummy tickling and she arched her back and writhed intensely to get away from the torturous fingers. But her captors had tied her taught.
Rachel jerked at the feeling of torturous fingers beginning to probe inside the waist of her jeans.
"FUCK NO! GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF THERE! GODDAMN YOU!"
She jerked even more as the fingers probed lower and lower, then really jerked when she felt the fingers begin to tease her womanhood. She felt her sandals being removed and begged them not to touch her feet, but her captors remained silent. Suddenly her soles and toes were attacked by twenty fingers and her captors rapetickled them to the max. Rachel screamed, bucked and writhed like crazy, trying desperately and frantically to get free.
After some time the tickling stopped and she felt her legs being untied. Once more she told her captors that she wouldn't tell anyone if they let her go. Now she felt someone straddling her and felt her belt being unbuckled. She really went insane now and her legs start flailing around like crazy. Two hands clamped down on her ankles, holding her legs still.
"NO! GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU PERVERTS!"
Rachel now felt her jeans being slid down her legs and she struggled like crazy to cross her legs and keep them on. She felt her jeans being pulled off her ankles and then felt her legs being spread wide apart and being retied. She continued to struggle like crazy and began to scream, and both her captors laughed at her predicament.
There was a dead silence for the longest time and she jumped as she felt someone kissing her on the lips and someone else kissing her on her left nipple and then on her right nipple.
"YOU FUCKING PERVERTS! STOP IT, STOP IT!" Rachel then let out a scream that rocked the room and the kissing stopped. She had little time to react when a gag was stuffed into her mouth. Now all she could do was to scream through the gag and her screams came out in muffled tones.
Twenty fingers suddenly dug into her armpits and ribs and raked and revved over the soles of her feet.
"This girl's ticklish personified." Said one in a rather low voice.
Rachel was now going beyond wild and trying anything and everything to get free. She managed to free her right hand, but as quickly as it freed itself it was retied.
Then the tickling started once more and sporadic tickling at will now began. Fingers darted out from here and there, driving her mad and keeping her on edge and not knowing where the fingers would strike next. Fingertips slowly stroking the feet, short stroking the arches, digging into the arches and soft tickling the toes,
Rachel was going completely nuts and writhing as much as the bonds would let her. But the ticklers were merciless and relentless and each stroke of their torturous fingers went through her like the waves of a storm.
Well the cat was out of the bag, as she gutturally laughed through her gag while twisting and contorting all over. Their fingers weren't missing a beat in tickling her and the sheer torture of it all was driving her insane. Rachel was the wildcat in writhing and screaming through the gag and her captors were enjoying her reactions immensely.
There wasn't an inch of ticklish skin that they weren't thoroughly, relentlessly and torturously attacking and it was driving Rachel to a feverish state. Her entire body was racked with torture, racked with tickles that tingled intensely on her flesh. No matter her body writhed to get away from the non-stop and fiendishly tickling fingers, there were more fingers to meet and tickle it.
Then the horrible tickling stopped, her gag was removed and the room got silent. Suddenly, she felt a single finger now slowly stroking her womanhood.
"DON'T DO THAT! DON'T TOUCH ME THERE, YOU FUCKING PERVERTS!"
She jerked and writhed violently and both her captors smiled with fiendish delight then hi-fived each other. They now had her on the very edge and they wanted to keep her there as long as possible. That meant stretching out her orgasm and denying it to her as long as possible. They wanted to torture her with her own orgasm, wanting to make sure that she paid the full price and more in having it. And since her orgasm was in their hands, they alone would decide when and if she would have one or not. They loved her twisting and turning, her non-stop conniptions and her frantic begging and pleading for them to stop.
Then more dead silence for what seemed like the longest time. This was followed by a sudden and monotone humming and she felt what she knew was a woman's vibrator stroking her left foot. Instantly she thrashed, writhed and screamed with laughter. The vibrator was stroking her heel and was now stroking the bottom half of her tender hyper ticklish arch. With each stroke it slowly moved up the arch until the entire arch was being rapetickled with the vibe. Little flicks onto the instep of the foot, the ball and under the toes were also driving her insane. When the vibe hit her toes she practically broke her bonds she arched her back so high.
"A hotspot! We must work that to the max!" Said one of her ticklers.
Rachel tried to beg for her freedom but her laughter and struggling was stealing all her strength. The protests began to disappear and she now began to laugh gutturally, but also to moan as well. They hi-fived each other again and continued the stroking.
The vibrator was turned off and a single torturous finger slowly went in between the now swollen lips, Rachel arched her back and drew in several short breaths. Her back strained in the air, and then fell back down and she shivered, jerked and writhed violently again. Her captors hi-fived themselves once more and then continued the torturous stroking. Then the finger began to probe into the opening between the lips and Rachel arched her back then jerked and writhed violently once more.
"STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT! HELP, SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE!" Rachel screamed, hoping someone would hear her and come to her aid.
Her captors laughed at her screams for help and pressed on with the sensual tickling.
"I feel a wetness." Said a voice.
"Then stop orgasming her." Said the other.
The finger was gently removed and this tore at Rachel. On one hand she wanted the orgasm to stop, yet on the other hand she wanted it to continue to fruition. What she got was another merciless assault on her feet and she screamed and writhed with wild ticklish abandon. Each stroke was worse than the one before, making her brain explode with sensations. Her nervous system was being stretched to the limit and so was her entire body. Her feet burned volcanically with the tickles.
"STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT! YOU FUCKING PERVERTS HAAHAAH AAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA."
Rachel was a wildcat in her struggles and a banshee in her laughter, which was going from guttural to soprano in a matter of seconds. Her tickler exquisitely loved her reactions and kept up the merciless tickle torture on her feet. Twenty fingers fiendishly raked and revved over her hyper sensitive arches with lightning speed. They dug into the sensitive pads under her toes and tickled the toes as well.
Rachel was trying everything to free her feet from the merciless and torturous tickling, but to no avail. Her ticklers were able to follow her feet effortlessly and continue the tickling with wild delight and sadistic precision. Each sole burned from the tickling fingers and as well the more they tickled the more her feet itched. And the itches were driving her practically insane.
"STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT! YOU FUCKING PERVERTS HAAHAAH AAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA."
"And why should we?" asked a voice.
Rachel somehow knew that voice but couldn't concentrate on figuring out who it was. She was too busy fighting off the tickles and trying desperately to get free. She heard a snap and realized that her left wrist restraint had broken. Wildly she reached for the right one and tried to untie it.
"Oh no you don't little tickle toy!" two hands reached out and grabbed her free arm, holding it in place while two other hands retied it. "It looks as though this armpit needs to be punished."
"FUCK YOU NOOOO!"
Ten fingers instantly and savagely dug into the armpit and raked and revved all over. Rachel screamed and violently writhed all over. Her back arched then fell back onto the bed and she now jerked electrically. Her head pounded the pillow and snapped from side to side as she was hit by wave after wave of ticklish conniptions
"But we must punish it for getting free. Please try and get a foot free so I can punish it too."
"Why do you need to wait for her to get a foot free?" Said the other tickler. "Do you need a reason to punish her feet?"
"I suppose not."
"Then punish away then and to your heart's content if you wish."
"NOOOOO!!! FUCK YOU!!!"
Her feet were instantly attacked once more and she screamed so loud that the walls almost vibrated. These two unknown torturers were the bastards from hell and hell was what they were putting her through.
"PLEASE WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME! PLEASE, AHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE, PLEASE STOP AHAHAHAHA, SOMEBODY GETEM
OFF MY FOOT GODDAMMIT!"
Both ticklers hi-fived themselves again and continued tickle torturing the helpless feet. The sadistic precision with which they tickled drove her way beyond wild and she was almost to the point where even death would be her savior. While her feet were helpless and immobile in their hands, her legs were bouncing around on the bed like crazy. Her head continued to pound the pillow non-stop and her back arched as high as it could.
Rachel's nervous system was blowing a gasket. Her brain was an overloaded circuit board blowing one fuse after another. She was wrecked and getting worse as her jerking and writhing was becoming continuously sporadic. Her entire body was breaking down minute by minute and she was begging for even the smallest bit of relief. She was being assaulted with one tickle conniption after another. And there seemed to be no relief in sight.
Then the horrible tickling stopped and Rachel sought these precious moments to grab as much breath as she could. She could hear them moving around the room, but couldn't tell where they were. Suddenly she felt lips upon hers and felt them pressing a kiss into hers. An even greater surprise that she felt someone kissing her nipples and she went into hyper struggles.
Then she heard more people coming into the room and felt them all crowd around her. She went ballistic as many more fingers began to softly and torturously caress her entire body. The new gang tickles were driving her crazy and she screamed and writhed wildly to get away. She felt fingers rapetickling her soles, wrecking her armpits and ribs, torturing her tummy and its helpless button and ten fingers driving her womanhood insane. Along with her to original ticklers, the others were putting her through hell.
Then they all stopped and suddenly there was silence. Rachel continued to writhe and suck in as much are as she could, not knowing where her ticklers would attack again.
"What do you want with me? Why are you doing this? But all she got in response was a short, muffled laugh and then her ticklers remained silent. She could feel single fingers stroking her in several places. Not enough to tickle, but enough to start her writhing again, to begin driving her wild once more.
Her chest heaved with every gasp for air, her back arched and her body writhed again, to desperately try and avoid the tickling fingers. But the torturous fingers followed her effortlessly and continued bringing her agony. Every bone in her body ached from her intense writhing and her wrists and ankles burned from the bonds holding her. Her nervous system sought any sort of relief, any hope of freedom from this endless torture.
The tickling stopped once more and again there was dead silence.
"Do you really want to know why we're doing this to you?" The voice was sudden, forceful and now totally female. Rachel jerked and pulled at her bonds. She was suddenly uncomfortable at the fact that she had been tickled by a girl and/or gang tickled by several girls, the same girls who also had been intimately pleasuring her by touching and stroking her womanhood and her breasts.
She felt the blindfold being removed and after blinking a few times she saw her torturers. Looking down at her and all smiling evilly, were seven very hard looking girls and she recognized one of them.
"You're…"
"Moira, head of Phi Beta. And you our helpless little tickle toy, our sensual slave, are a pledge with Beta Epsilon are you not?"
Rachel nodded meekly.
"Well we don't like Beta Epsilon pledges; they are the lowest life form on earth. But we love to torture them. And seeing as how your torture for the past three hours has been exquisite, we're going to continue. Only this time we're going to get really mean and torturous, showing no mercy whatsoever.
The girls crowded around her like witches around their cauldron, flexed their fingers and moved in for the kill.
Inspired by Rachel.
Written by Ticklishscribe,
c. 2004.
Rachel tried everything to escape, struggling violently and screaming at her captors to let her go. She promised to not tell anyone that they had kidnapped her, if only they would let her go. But all she got in return was silence. They had blindfolded her and so she could only hear them moving about the room. The constant swish of their movements was driving Rachel hysterically and her head jerked as she twisted and turned to follow their every movement, trying to find even the slightest crack in the blindfold to see what they were going to do to her.
She had been on her way to her dorm from class when a van had pulled up beside her and two hooded people jumped out, grabbed and blindfolded her and pushed her into the van. She was then made lie on the floor and was then hogtied.
After driving for a while, they hauled her out of the van and had taken her inside. They untied her and retied her legs spread eagle to a bed. Because she was small they easily overpowered her, but all the while she was struggling like crazy and begging to know what's going on and why they were doing this.
"Please let me go! I promise I'll never tell anyone about this, I swear!"
Neither one answered her, but when they finally did speak, she felt as if she knew them, but couldn't place the voices.
Rachel felt someone kneeling beside her.
"It's time…" Someone whispered in her left ear.
"Time, time for what?" she asked frantically.
"You will have fun, we guarantee it!" The voice was firm but soft. Then she felt her sleeveless top and her bra being removed.
NO! DON'T! STOP THIS YOU PERVERTS!"
She frantically struggled, but the two managed to hold her still and within moments she was totally topless and now totally tied as well. This was immediately followed by fingers flickering in the deepest recesses of her armpits and on her ribs.
"NO! DON'T DO THAT! PLEASE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Then they gave her some tummy tickling and she arched her back and writhed intensely to get away from the torturous fingers. But her captors had tied her taught.
Rachel jerked at the feeling of torturous fingers beginning to probe inside the waist of her jeans.
"FUCK NO! GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF THERE! GODDAMN YOU!"
She jerked even more as the fingers probed lower and lower, then really jerked when she felt the fingers begin to tease her womanhood. She felt her sandals being removed and begged them not to touch her feet, but her captors remained silent. Suddenly her soles and toes were attacked by twenty fingers and her captors rapetickled them to the max. Rachel screamed, bucked and writhed like crazy, trying desperately and frantically to get free.
After some time the tickling stopped and she felt her legs being untied. Once more she told her captors that she wouldn't tell anyone if they let her go. Now she felt someone straddling her and felt her belt being unbuckled. She really went insane now and her legs start flailing around like crazy. Two hands clamped down on her ankles, holding her legs still.
"NO! GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU PERVERTS!"
Rachel now felt her jeans being slid down her legs and she struggled like crazy to cross her legs and keep them on. She felt her jeans being pulled off her ankles and then felt her legs being spread wide apart and being retied. She continued to struggle like crazy and began to scream, and both her captors laughed at her predicament.
There was a dead silence for the longest time and she jumped as she felt someone kissing her on the lips and someone else kissing her on her left nipple and then on her right nipple.
"YOU FUCKING PERVERTS! STOP IT, STOP IT!" Rachel then let out a scream that rocked the room and the kissing stopped. She had little time to react when a gag was stuffed into her mouth. Now all she could do was to scream through the gag and her screams came out in muffled tones.
Twenty fingers suddenly dug into her armpits and ribs and raked and revved over the soles of her feet.
"This girl's ticklish personified." Said one in a rather low voice.
Rachel was now going beyond wild and trying anything and everything to get free. She managed to free her right hand, but as quickly as it freed itself it was retied.
Then the tickling started once more and sporadic tickling at will now began. Fingers darted out from here and there, driving her mad and keeping her on edge and not knowing where the fingers would strike next. Fingertips slowly stroking the feet, short stroking the arches, digging into the arches and soft tickling the toes,
Rachel was going completely nuts and writhing as much as the bonds would let her. But the ticklers were merciless and relentless and each stroke of their torturous fingers went through her like the waves of a storm.
Well the cat was out of the bag, as she gutturally laughed through her gag while twisting and contorting all over. Their fingers weren't missing a beat in tickling her and the sheer torture of it all was driving her insane. Rachel was the wildcat in writhing and screaming through the gag and her captors were enjoying her reactions immensely.
There wasn't an inch of ticklish skin that they weren't thoroughly, relentlessly and torturously attacking and it was driving Rachel to a feverish state. Her entire body was racked with torture, racked with tickles that tingled intensely on her flesh. No matter her body writhed to get away from the non-stop and fiendishly tickling fingers, there were more fingers to meet and tickle it.
Then the horrible tickling stopped, her gag was removed and the room got silent. Suddenly, she felt a single finger now slowly stroking her womanhood.
"DON'T DO THAT! DON'T TOUCH ME THERE, YOU FUCKING PERVERTS!"
She jerked and writhed violently and both her captors smiled with fiendish delight then hi-fived each other. They now had her on the very edge and they wanted to keep her there as long as possible. That meant stretching out her orgasm and denying it to her as long as possible. They wanted to torture her with her own orgasm, wanting to make sure that she paid the full price and more in having it. And since her orgasm was in their hands, they alone would decide when and if she would have one or not. They loved her twisting and turning, her non-stop conniptions and her frantic begging and pleading for them to stop.
Then more dead silence for what seemed like the longest time. This was followed by a sudden and monotone humming and she felt what she knew was a woman's vibrator stroking her left foot. Instantly she thrashed, writhed and screamed with laughter. The vibrator was stroking her heel and was now stroking the bottom half of her tender hyper ticklish arch. With each stroke it slowly moved up the arch until the entire arch was being rapetickled with the vibe. Little flicks onto the instep of the foot, the ball and under the toes were also driving her insane. When the vibe hit her toes she practically broke her bonds she arched her back so high.
"A hotspot! We must work that to the max!" Said one of her ticklers.
Rachel tried to beg for her freedom but her laughter and struggling was stealing all her strength. The protests began to disappear and she now began to laugh gutturally, but also to moan as well. They hi-fived each other again and continued the stroking.
The vibrator was turned off and a single torturous finger slowly went in between the now swollen lips, Rachel arched her back and drew in several short breaths. Her back strained in the air, and then fell back down and she shivered, jerked and writhed violently again. Her captors hi-fived themselves once more and then continued the torturous stroking. Then the finger began to probe into the opening between the lips and Rachel arched her back then jerked and writhed violently once more.
"STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT! HELP, SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE!" Rachel screamed, hoping someone would hear her and come to her aid.
Her captors laughed at her screams for help and pressed on with the sensual tickling.
"I feel a wetness." Said a voice.
"Then stop orgasming her." Said the other.
The finger was gently removed and this tore at Rachel. On one hand she wanted the orgasm to stop, yet on the other hand she wanted it to continue to fruition. What she got was another merciless assault on her feet and she screamed and writhed with wild ticklish abandon. Each stroke was worse than the one before, making her brain explode with sensations. Her nervous system was being stretched to the limit and so was her entire body. Her feet burned volcanically with the tickles.
"STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT! YOU FUCKING PERVERTS HAAHAAH AAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA."
Rachel was a wildcat in her struggles and a banshee in her laughter, which was going from guttural to soprano in a matter of seconds. Her tickler exquisitely loved her reactions and kept up the merciless tickle torture on her feet. Twenty fingers fiendishly raked and revved over her hyper sensitive arches with lightning speed. They dug into the sensitive pads under her toes and tickled the toes as well.
Rachel was trying everything to free her feet from the merciless and torturous tickling, but to no avail. Her ticklers were able to follow her feet effortlessly and continue the tickling with wild delight and sadistic precision. Each sole burned from the tickling fingers and as well the more they tickled the more her feet itched. And the itches were driving her practically insane.
"STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT! YOU FUCKING PERVERTS HAAHAAH AAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA."
"And why should we?" asked a voice.
Rachel somehow knew that voice but couldn't concentrate on figuring out who it was. She was too busy fighting off the tickles and trying desperately to get free. She heard a snap and realized that her left wrist restraint had broken. Wildly she reached for the right one and tried to untie it.
"Oh no you don't little tickle toy!" two hands reached out and grabbed her free arm, holding it in place while two other hands retied it. "It looks as though this armpit needs to be punished."
"FUCK YOU NOOOO!"
Ten fingers instantly and savagely dug into the armpit and raked and revved all over. Rachel screamed and violently writhed all over. Her back arched then fell back onto the bed and she now jerked electrically. Her head pounded the pillow and snapped from side to side as she was hit by wave after wave of ticklish conniptions
"But we must punish it for getting free. Please try and get a foot free so I can punish it too."
"Why do you need to wait for her to get a foot free?" Said the other tickler. "Do you need a reason to punish her feet?"
"I suppose not."
"Then punish away then and to your heart's content if you wish."
"NOOOOO!!! FUCK YOU!!!"
Her feet were instantly attacked once more and she screamed so loud that the walls almost vibrated. These two unknown torturers were the bastards from hell and hell was what they were putting her through.
"PLEASE WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME! PLEASE, AHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE, PLEASE STOP AHAHAHAHA, SOMEBODY GETEM
OFF MY FOOT GODDAMMIT!"
Both ticklers hi-fived themselves again and continued tickle torturing the helpless feet. The sadistic precision with which they tickled drove her way beyond wild and she was almost to the point where even death would be her savior. While her feet were helpless and immobile in their hands, her legs were bouncing around on the bed like crazy. Her head continued to pound the pillow non-stop and her back arched as high as it could.
Rachel's nervous system was blowing a gasket. Her brain was an overloaded circuit board blowing one fuse after another. She was wrecked and getting worse as her jerking and writhing was becoming continuously sporadic. Her entire body was breaking down minute by minute and she was begging for even the smallest bit of relief. She was being assaulted with one tickle conniption after another. And there seemed to be no relief in sight.
Then the horrible tickling stopped and Rachel sought these precious moments to grab as much breath as she could. She could hear them moving around the room, but couldn't tell where they were. Suddenly she felt lips upon hers and felt them pressing a kiss into hers. An even greater surprise that she felt someone kissing her nipples and she went into hyper struggles.
Then she heard more people coming into the room and felt them all crowd around her. She went ballistic as many more fingers began to softly and torturously caress her entire body. The new gang tickles were driving her crazy and she screamed and writhed wildly to get away. She felt fingers rapetickling her soles, wrecking her armpits and ribs, torturing her tummy and its helpless button and ten fingers driving her womanhood insane. Along with her to original ticklers, the others were putting her through hell.
Then they all stopped and suddenly there was silence. Rachel continued to writhe and suck in as much are as she could, not knowing where her ticklers would attack again.
"What do you want with me? Why are you doing this? But all she got in response was a short, muffled laugh and then her ticklers remained silent. She could feel single fingers stroking her in several places. Not enough to tickle, but enough to start her writhing again, to begin driving her wild once more.
Her chest heaved with every gasp for air, her back arched and her body writhed again, to desperately try and avoid the tickling fingers. But the torturous fingers followed her effortlessly and continued bringing her agony. Every bone in her body ached from her intense writhing and her wrists and ankles burned from the bonds holding her. Her nervous system sought any sort of relief, any hope of freedom from this endless torture.
The tickling stopped once more and again there was dead silence.
"Do you really want to know why we're doing this to you?" The voice was sudden, forceful and now totally female. Rachel jerked and pulled at her bonds. She was suddenly uncomfortable at the fact that she had been tickled by a girl and/or gang tickled by several girls, the same girls who also had been intimately pleasuring her by touching and stroking her womanhood and her breasts.
She felt the blindfold being removed and after blinking a few times she saw her torturers. Looking down at her and all smiling evilly, were seven very hard looking girls and she recognized one of them.
"You're…"
"Moira, head of Phi Beta. And you our helpless little tickle toy, our sensual slave, are a pledge with Beta Epsilon are you not?"
Rachel nodded meekly.
"Well we don't like Beta Epsilon pledges; they are the lowest life form on earth. But we love to torture them. And seeing as how your torture for the past three hours has been exquisite, we're going to continue. Only this time we're going to get really mean and torturous, showing no mercy whatsoever.
The girls crowded around her like witches around their cauldron, flexed their fingers and moved in for the kill.