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The Last Lynda Carter Story
By SlaverTickler
Starring Lynda Carter
Chapter One: The End Begins...
Los Angeles California, U.S.A., Thursday May 25, 2017...
Then, now, and forever the actress named Lynda Carter will always be one of the most beautiful women who ever graced the small screen. The Arizona native first appeared on television as in guest spots in early 70's television series. Then in 1974 she exploded into international stardom when she portrayed the first female superhero Wonder Woman. Now some 40+ years later, the 65 year old beauty, has graciously passed the golden lasso to her successor Gal Gaddot. Truthfully Lynda had been cheering all the attempts to bring Wonder Woman back. weather it had been Adrianne Palicki, Megan Gale or anybody else, she'd just wanted the character out there setting a good example, and having an empowering influence on popular culture.
Now Lynda stands with her successor on the red carpet having just finished watching the amazing, action packed movie. The dynamic woman poses for pictures with both Gal, and her handsome co-star Chris Pine, who practically stole the show with his stellar, passionate, performance as Steve Trevor. Then the time comes when Lynda realizes it's time to go, it's þeir show now, an she discretely slips away as more and more attention is focused on the young Israeli beauty. Wiping away a tear, Ms. Carter slips away, happy to give over the spotlight to the woman of the hour.
"Excuse me, can you call me cab please?" Lynda asked a tall man in a uniform, "I'd like to make a discreet exit."
"Oh, Ms. Carter, certainly." said the security guard, "In fact their is an empty office you can wait in just down the hall if you'd like."
"That would be great, thank you vary much... um... what is your name?" replied Lynda.
"Garrett, Ted Garrett, it's a real privilege to meet you Ms. Carter, an honour actually." the young man said, blushing slightly.
"You are too sweet Garrett, Ted Garrett." replied Lynda, flashing her trademark smile his way, "But you can't possibly be old enough to have seen me play Wonder Woman."
"Well no, but I've seen the episodes, I picked up the DVD's a few years back when I saw them at a retailer." explained the handsome young man, "I've collected comics for years, Wonder Woman & Spider-Man are my favourites."
"Mine too." said Lynda, hooking her young escorts arm, "They are both pretty terrific."
A few minutes later the young security guard was unlocking an office door for the mature beauty. Just as he claimed it was empty, and fortunately furnished. Lynda walked around the empty desk and sat down in the surprisingly comfortable chair. A soft sigh passed threw the actresses lips as she kicked off her shoes. There wasn't many things in life that felt better then taking off a pair of high heels at the end of a long day. Leaning back, Lynda closed her eyes and put her bare feet up on the desk. The door clicked shut, as the security guard left to call a taxi for her.
Lynda's eyes flickered open as she heard a bizarre sound to her right. There, in the center of the room, it looked like a large whole was opening in mid- air. The woman's bright blue eyes opened wide, and she wanted to call for help, but confusion over what she was seeing prevented her from getting the words out. Soon Carter could see an image in the circle that had opened before her, but she couldn't make out what was on the other side. There appeared to be somebody standing there, but it was blured, like looking at a something threw a window made of soft flowing water. Suddenly a small mechanical device passed through the blurry rift, and took a position hovering over two feet over the women's head.
"Help me!" screamed Lynda, finally able to find her voice, "Please, there's something in here with me, please help me" she reiterated, as a soft light grew around the small, hovering, device.
The door to the office flung open, and security officer Garrett on rushed into the room, just in time to see a bright flash of light envelope the beautiful woman. The last thing she saw was the brave young man rush forward just aols the light over took her, and then her world went black.
When Lynda woke up she was looking up as a white ceiling with a light producing panel of some sort beaming down on her with soft light. She could hear strange clicks and beepings that sounded they were coming from some sort of monitoring device. When the actress turned jazz singer tried to sit up, it was brought to her attention that her wrists and ankles were restrained by metallic shackles built into the padded platform she was laying on. Fortunately she was still wearing the black & white Max Mara pant suit she she'd worn on the red carpet. Wiggling her bare toes she remembered taking off her black heels in that vacant office before all this weirdness happened.t
The 65 year old couldn't believe this was happening, it was so bizarre, and more then a little scary. It was bad enough when that big Russian abducted her when she'd gone to Canada a few years ago, and it was only because of a lose wing nut she was able to escape him, but this was unbelievable. It was like something out of a science fiction story. Worst of all the mechanism restraining her had no signs of any apparent flaws. Even if their was a way out, where would she go if she escaped? She bad no way of knowing where that drone device had "beamed" her to. Another city, state, country, maybe even another world or even time.
Panic began to grow in the helpless woman as one horrific scenario after another played out before her minds eye. Lynda's beautiful blue eyes began to well up with tears as she wondered if she'd ever see her husband or Jessica and James again. Simply laying there, unable to do anything to saver herself, the anticipation of her impending fate was hell. Then, after who knows how long, Ms. Carter could stand it no longer.
"Hey, whomever you are, what do you want from me?" she screamed, "Please, I have a family, a son a daughter, I want to see them graduate university, get married and... grandchildren, grandchildren... one day." Lynda grew quite for a moment, as she contemplated her own word, the. she felt rage build inside her, that finally erupted in an outburst like she'd never had before, "Leg me go you bastard, let me go, I want to see my family grow-up, and my children be successful, how dare you threaten to take that from me... please, I just want to go home."
There came a long hissing sound as the door to the room opened and an oddly dressed man walked in. A first he seemed to be oblivious to her even being there, as he went about checking monitors and pannels threw out the room. Lymda wasn't certain how to react to him, since bringing attention to herself might not be the best idea under the circumstances. After, what must have been 20 minutes of watching this strange fellow walking around her Ms. Carter's curiosity got the better of her and she spoke up.
"Excuse me, hey, over here, I'd like to know why I'm here?" asked Lynda
"Yes, yes, I'm sure you would, however I have to make sure this equipment is running properly so I can send you back at exactly 1/3 of a second after I took you." explained the man, "That mean checking to seemthat bringing you here didn't damage my flux time capacitor, or the transporter array."
"So am I on Star Trek or Back to the Future?"asked the restrained actress.
"You, are a charming woman Mrs. Altman." said the masked man calling Lynda by her maried name, "Don't ruin it by trying to be funny." he adviced her, "Great Scott, this is fascinating." he added with an chuckle.
A moment later the man was hovering over Lynda, touching her wrist, lookinging into her eyes, just giving her a feneral examination. He told her he wasn't a doctor, but he had learned a few things over the years. He let her know he wanted to make sure that transporting her hadn't harmed her, it was almost as important making sure the machinery wasn't damaged.
"Okay, everything looks to be fine Mrs. Alman, or do you preffer Ms. Carter?" asked the man, "How about Ijust call you Lynda?" he asked.
"Lynda is fine, I guess." said the actress, surprized at the casual nature of the man's demeanor, "Would you mine telling me why I am here?"
"Of course I'll tell you." said the man, "My name is Cronos, and I am a time traveling... well... thief." he explained, "I was hired by somebody about about a month from now to steal your putfit,in it's entirety, then return you back 1/3 of a second after I took you."
"Your going to steal my clothes and send me back naked?" asked Lynda, her face growing flush at thenthought, "Won't that let people know something's happened to me?"
"Most likely, however the nature of my transporter will erase your memory of everything that happened while you were on my ship." Chronos explained, "Also, I'm a thief, not a cad, I will provide you with a robe for the trip back." he explained, "Now I apologize for my intrusive act but I'm afraid I have to..." the man paused and took a moments to look his captive over, "Lynda, where are your shoes, and clutch purse?" he asked, "I need them to complete the contract."
"They must be in that office you beamed me out of." explained Lynda, "I know I took my shoes off because my feet were bothering me, I must have put my clutch purse on the table when I sat down."
"Don't lie to me Lynda, you've known why I'd come back all along." said Chronos, "Who warned you, was it one of those Linearmen?" he asked, "That Waverider is so annoying!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, I didn't know any of this was going to happen or what a Linearman is." Lynda replied, I just want to get back to my family, who are no doubt worried about me."
Chronos was sure the bound actress was lying, somebody had warned her that he was coming, maybe it hadn't been Waverider, it might have been Rip Hunter, but at any rate he needed to know who had warned her, and where she'd hidden the missing items. The clutch purse was of particular importance since it was a one of a kind design by Jeffrey Levinson. How could he get her,to talk, he didn't like the idea of actually hurting her, but he desperately needed that information. Then his gaze fell ipon Lynda's lovely feet, and the perfect compromise came to mind.
"Listen Lynda, I need to know who warned you about me, and where you hid those missing items." he told her, raising his hand and cutting off her attempt at a responses, "I don't want to hear anymore lies, but I want you to know you are in fact on a time-traveling ship, tha has a self-replenishing power source." he explained, "That mean's I can keep you here as long as I want, and still send you back to the original time I took you." he continued, "Knowing all of this are you sure you don't want to reconsider telling me what I want to know?"
"Please, Chronos, I'm telling you the truth, I don't know any Linearmen, and my shoes and purse are back in that office." pleaded Lynda truthfully, "When would I have had time to hide them."
"I'm sorry Lynda, but you've left me no choice, I've got t have that information." said Chronos, "Even if it means the unpleasant need to forcing it out of you." he siad, as he removed the glove from his right hand, "Tell me Ms. Carter, are your feet ticklish?"
"Oh no, please Chronos, I've answered your questions honestly, please just send me back to Los Angeles." pleaded Lynda.
"I'm sory, but I'm afraid I can't do that without those questions answered." said Chronos,as the tip of his finger stroked the sole of his prisoners foot, "Now please Ms. Carter tell me what I need to know."
A slight giggle escaped the bound woman, and she instinctively attempted to pull her foot away from the source of the irritation. The gigglimg increased, and Lynda became more and more eratic, realizing she could spend the rest of her life trapped like this. Havimg seen all she had in the last hour, she was sure that her captor could do everything he claimed, as unbelievable as that might be.He could, for all intents and purposes keep her here indefinitely and tickle her for as long as it took. The only real problem was thay Lynda had no idea who or what the Linearmen where.
Lynda's laughter was as beautiful as everything else about her, and made it much easier to tickle her. Chronos watched as the raven haired stunner twited helplessly on the platform, pleading for him to stop, wven thow she knew he wouldn't. There was simply no other option for the time traveling thief, he needed answers, and he was sure Lynda had them. Using his left hand, he grasped all 5 of the woman's toes and bent them back, somas,to make the skin on the sole of her foot taught.
Lynda screamed as the man repeatedly ran his fingernails up and down on her arches with increased vigour. The mother of two couldn't stand having her feet tickled, normally she would have kicked Chronos in the face by now. but she couldn't lift her leg for the bondage. For a brief moment the attack on her foot ceased, and little was able to get her breath back. Then she felt something wet run along the arch of her foot and realized, quickly, that her captour was licking her foot. The mature beauty squealed, and wriggled on the padded platform. The wet tip of Chronos' wet tongue skilfully worked it's way over every inch of her dirty right foot, something that might have been a lot more appealing to her if she was in the power position, but was ridiculously torturous under the circumstances.
"You know what Lynda, I am beginning to think you're enjoying this." said Chronos, as his fingers returned to stroke his captives slickened right foot, "I'd be lying if I said it hasn't been somewhat ... erotic for me as well, but don't you think it's time you just told me who informed you that I was coming?"
"I already told you, I don't know what your talking about!" bellowed the hystrical, squirming woman, "Now please, just take what you want and send me back to Los Angles!"
At this point, Chronos, was almost ready to concead that Lynda hadn't encountered any of the Linear Men (Waverider is so anoying!), or that pest Rip Hunter. However, it wasn't all that often that he found himself in such a position. Cronos was quite found of tickle torture, and had used it quite often in the past (or future in some cases), and since he already had the lovely lady all tressedmup, why not keep at her. Considering he had a time machine at his disposal, and even withouth the purse and shoes the pantsuit was going the catch him a hefty sum, just how often does one get to engage in tickle torturing their childhood crush anyway?
"I'm sorry Ms. Carter, but I'm afraid I just don't believe you." he said, smiling huge under his goofy white mask, "So until I am convince I am afraid this will have to continue."
"No, no please, you have to stop, I can't stand it!" exclaimed Lynda, "Oh no please don't do that, not between my toes... STOP IT!"
Chapter Two: Technology of T..O. Morrow
Chronos's tongue lapped hungrily at his prisonered lft foot, sending her into a squealing mfit of laughter. The stunning 65 year old had pleaded with her captor, insisting that she didn't know any thing anout the time travelers enemies, and eventually he believed. In short order Chrosos's decided his prisoner, actress Lynda Carter, was telling the truth. However, the time traveler, found he really enjoyed torturing, using the tickled method, and decided to pretend he didn't. Being that they werenin his time machine, he could keeper,her here inevitably, as they would never age and he could send her back to the exact same time he took her whenever he wanted to. That's the beauty of parking at the nexus of all realities.
When the man's tongue was finnished licking his prisoners left foot clean he realized he'd developped quite an erection. Chronos loved feet and tickling, and he'd had a crush on his captive since he was a young man watching holographic tapes of her playing Wonder Woman in his own time. The spandex clad "super villain" couldn't help but get excited over having the opportunity to play such a prize. In his time Lynda was long since dead, so it was only threw shear luck and his genus that any of this was happenings.
"You know Lynda, I'm really beginning to think you're enjoying this." said Chronos, "I mean most woud, have made something up rather than spend eternity being tickled, and that's what's going to happen if you don't tell me what I need to know."
Chronos's eyes widened as he watched his prisoner wriggle helplessly on the platform, the restraints ever successful at keeping her in her place. It was amazing to him how she reacted to just the slightest stroke of her sole, and watching her svelte body twist and jerk was quite erotic to him. Despite being certain the actress had know clue as to the Linear Men or Rip Hunter he still felt he had to take Lynda's torment to the next level.
"Lynda, if you don't give me the information I need I'm going to have to increase your discomfort." informed Chronos, "If you don't talk, I'm going to have to remove your pants and tickle your legs."
"No, no you aren't!" screamed the actress, "Your doing it because you want to, I've told you the truth, please stop, let me go please!"
"I'm sorry Lynda, but you've left me no choice." rebutted Chrinosmasmhe grinned under his mask, "You have no one to blame but yourself for this my dear, it's your own stubborn streak that's keeping you here."
Chronos lifted his right hand and ajusted a dial on his wraist band. suddenly he became a blur to Lynda's eyes, and the next thing she knew her black pants had been removed leaving her lowere body covered in only a simple pair of white panties. The actresses face became flush with a mix of embarrassment and anger, as she watched her captor neatly fold her pants and place them in acompartment in the wall of his time machine.
"A wonder device my Bio-Accelerator, it will be invented by a man named Professors T.O. Morrow, about 50 years from now." said Chrinos, "Unfortunately it will mysteriously disappear before he can put a patent on it." he added, "Fantastic little bonus went that client gave me one, Rip Hunter eventually caught him, he got greedy you see."
"GIVE ME BACK MY PANTS YOU CREEP!" exclaimed Lynda.
"Oh yes, because calling me names is going to make me want to do nice things for you." replied Chronos, "Well you certainly do have lovely legs Ms. Carter, let's seem what fun I can have with them shall we?"
"Oh no, please, I'm sorry, please don't, don't, just... stop it!" squealed Lynda as her tormentor gently stroked the top of her left ankle.
"I told you Ms. Carter, this wont end until I get the information I seek, so either pipe up or continue to suffer."
Tears mingled with mascara rolled down the actress's face, leaving a trail of black from her eyes to her chin as she felt her captor's hand work it's way up her quivering left leg. His ruthlessly kneaded the muscle of her calves, and some how he managed to slip fingers into the crux of her knee. The soft stroking of this tender pllace was hell, but when he added squeezing her knee with his other hand it drove her completely over the edge. Unintelligible screams erupted from the bound cougar, as she twisted and jerked helplessly on the counter, much to the amusement of her torturer, who was now suffering from "lover's nuts" at this point.
"My, my Ms. Carter, you are ine energetic senior." said Chronos with a chuckle, "Why don't you just spare yourself further discomfort and tell me what I want to know?"
"I've already told you I don't know amything anout Linear Men or Rip Hunter, please just let me go!" exclaimed the pleading woman.
The man shook his masked head, delighted that she could never concede to his demands, at least not the current one. Now more then ever he was sure the hysterical woman was telling the truth when she said she knew nothin of her ti,e traveling advisories, however all this tickle torture was making him quite amorous, and at some point he would demand she alleviate his sexual frustration. However Choronos was no fool, he knew his quarry was a spirited and stong willed woman. The actresses wouldn't be easily broken, but she would break inevitably, as will all do before the might of Chronos.
Suddenly everything stopped, and Chronos stepped back from his bound prisoner. The masked villain walked over to a counter and pressed a button, causing and opening to form in the counter and a bottle of clear liquid to rise up through it. Taking hold of the bottle, the man returned to his prisoner and held the open end to her lips, allowing her the mercy of a much needed drink of water. Then he took a cloth and wiped her mascara smeared face clean. Then, after placing the rag and bottle on a table retuned to her bare, helpless legs.
"I believe you." he said calmly, before he began kneeding her inner thighs unmercifully.
to be continued...
By SlaverTickler
Starring Lynda Carter
Chapter One: The End Begins...
Los Angeles California, U.S.A., Thursday May 25, 2017...
Then, now, and forever the actress named Lynda Carter will always be one of the most beautiful women who ever graced the small screen. The Arizona native first appeared on television as in guest spots in early 70's television series. Then in 1974 she exploded into international stardom when she portrayed the first female superhero Wonder Woman. Now some 40+ years later, the 65 year old beauty, has graciously passed the golden lasso to her successor Gal Gaddot. Truthfully Lynda had been cheering all the attempts to bring Wonder Woman back. weather it had been Adrianne Palicki, Megan Gale or anybody else, she'd just wanted the character out there setting a good example, and having an empowering influence on popular culture.
Now Lynda stands with her successor on the red carpet having just finished watching the amazing, action packed movie. The dynamic woman poses for pictures with both Gal, and her handsome co-star Chris Pine, who practically stole the show with his stellar, passionate, performance as Steve Trevor. Then the time comes when Lynda realizes it's time to go, it's þeir show now, an she discretely slips away as more and more attention is focused on the young Israeli beauty. Wiping away a tear, Ms. Carter slips away, happy to give over the spotlight to the woman of the hour.
"Excuse me, can you call me cab please?" Lynda asked a tall man in a uniform, "I'd like to make a discreet exit."
"Oh, Ms. Carter, certainly." said the security guard, "In fact their is an empty office you can wait in just down the hall if you'd like."
"That would be great, thank you vary much... um... what is your name?" replied Lynda.
"Garrett, Ted Garrett, it's a real privilege to meet you Ms. Carter, an honour actually." the young man said, blushing slightly.
"You are too sweet Garrett, Ted Garrett." replied Lynda, flashing her trademark smile his way, "But you can't possibly be old enough to have seen me play Wonder Woman."
"Well no, but I've seen the episodes, I picked up the DVD's a few years back when I saw them at a retailer." explained the handsome young man, "I've collected comics for years, Wonder Woman & Spider-Man are my favourites."
"Mine too." said Lynda, hooking her young escorts arm, "They are both pretty terrific."
A few minutes later the young security guard was unlocking an office door for the mature beauty. Just as he claimed it was empty, and fortunately furnished. Lynda walked around the empty desk and sat down in the surprisingly comfortable chair. A soft sigh passed threw the actresses lips as she kicked off her shoes. There wasn't many things in life that felt better then taking off a pair of high heels at the end of a long day. Leaning back, Lynda closed her eyes and put her bare feet up on the desk. The door clicked shut, as the security guard left to call a taxi for her.
Lynda's eyes flickered open as she heard a bizarre sound to her right. There, in the center of the room, it looked like a large whole was opening in mid- air. The woman's bright blue eyes opened wide, and she wanted to call for help, but confusion over what she was seeing prevented her from getting the words out. Soon Carter could see an image in the circle that had opened before her, but she couldn't make out what was on the other side. There appeared to be somebody standing there, but it was blured, like looking at a something threw a window made of soft flowing water. Suddenly a small mechanical device passed through the blurry rift, and took a position hovering over two feet over the women's head.
"Help me!" screamed Lynda, finally able to find her voice, "Please, there's something in here with me, please help me" she reiterated, as a soft light grew around the small, hovering, device.
The door to the office flung open, and security officer Garrett on rushed into the room, just in time to see a bright flash of light envelope the beautiful woman. The last thing she saw was the brave young man rush forward just aols the light over took her, and then her world went black.
When Lynda woke up she was looking up as a white ceiling with a light producing panel of some sort beaming down on her with soft light. She could hear strange clicks and beepings that sounded they were coming from some sort of monitoring device. When the actress turned jazz singer tried to sit up, it was brought to her attention that her wrists and ankles were restrained by metallic shackles built into the padded platform she was laying on. Fortunately she was still wearing the black & white Max Mara pant suit she she'd worn on the red carpet. Wiggling her bare toes she remembered taking off her black heels in that vacant office before all this weirdness happened.t
The 65 year old couldn't believe this was happening, it was so bizarre, and more then a little scary. It was bad enough when that big Russian abducted her when she'd gone to Canada a few years ago, and it was only because of a lose wing nut she was able to escape him, but this was unbelievable. It was like something out of a science fiction story. Worst of all the mechanism restraining her had no signs of any apparent flaws. Even if their was a way out, where would she go if she escaped? She bad no way of knowing where that drone device had "beamed" her to. Another city, state, country, maybe even another world or even time.
Panic began to grow in the helpless woman as one horrific scenario after another played out before her minds eye. Lynda's beautiful blue eyes began to well up with tears as she wondered if she'd ever see her husband or Jessica and James again. Simply laying there, unable to do anything to saver herself, the anticipation of her impending fate was hell. Then, after who knows how long, Ms. Carter could stand it no longer.
"Hey, whomever you are, what do you want from me?" she screamed, "Please, I have a family, a son a daughter, I want to see them graduate university, get married and... grandchildren, grandchildren... one day." Lynda grew quite for a moment, as she contemplated her own word, the. she felt rage build inside her, that finally erupted in an outburst like she'd never had before, "Leg me go you bastard, let me go, I want to see my family grow-up, and my children be successful, how dare you threaten to take that from me... please, I just want to go home."
There came a long hissing sound as the door to the room opened and an oddly dressed man walked in. A first he seemed to be oblivious to her even being there, as he went about checking monitors and pannels threw out the room. Lymda wasn't certain how to react to him, since bringing attention to herself might not be the best idea under the circumstances. After, what must have been 20 minutes of watching this strange fellow walking around her Ms. Carter's curiosity got the better of her and she spoke up.
"Excuse me, hey, over here, I'd like to know why I'm here?" asked Lynda
"Yes, yes, I'm sure you would, however I have to make sure this equipment is running properly so I can send you back at exactly 1/3 of a second after I took you." explained the man, "That mean checking to seemthat bringing you here didn't damage my flux time capacitor, or the transporter array."
"So am I on Star Trek or Back to the Future?"asked the restrained actress.
"You, are a charming woman Mrs. Altman." said the masked man calling Lynda by her maried name, "Don't ruin it by trying to be funny." he adviced her, "Great Scott, this is fascinating." he added with an chuckle.
A moment later the man was hovering over Lynda, touching her wrist, lookinging into her eyes, just giving her a feneral examination. He told her he wasn't a doctor, but he had learned a few things over the years. He let her know he wanted to make sure that transporting her hadn't harmed her, it was almost as important making sure the machinery wasn't damaged.
"Okay, everything looks to be fine Mrs. Alman, or do you preffer Ms. Carter?" asked the man, "How about Ijust call you Lynda?" he asked.
"Lynda is fine, I guess." said the actress, surprized at the casual nature of the man's demeanor, "Would you mine telling me why I am here?"
"Of course I'll tell you." said the man, "My name is Cronos, and I am a time traveling... well... thief." he explained, "I was hired by somebody about about a month from now to steal your putfit,in it's entirety, then return you back 1/3 of a second after I took you."
"Your going to steal my clothes and send me back naked?" asked Lynda, her face growing flush at thenthought, "Won't that let people know something's happened to me?"
"Most likely, however the nature of my transporter will erase your memory of everything that happened while you were on my ship." Chronos explained, "Also, I'm a thief, not a cad, I will provide you with a robe for the trip back." he explained, "Now I apologize for my intrusive act but I'm afraid I have to..." the man paused and took a moments to look his captive over, "Lynda, where are your shoes, and clutch purse?" he asked, "I need them to complete the contract."
"They must be in that office you beamed me out of." explained Lynda, "I know I took my shoes off because my feet were bothering me, I must have put my clutch purse on the table when I sat down."
"Don't lie to me Lynda, you've known why I'd come back all along." said Chronos, "Who warned you, was it one of those Linearmen?" he asked, "That Waverider is so annoying!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, I didn't know any of this was going to happen or what a Linearman is." Lynda replied, I just want to get back to my family, who are no doubt worried about me."
Chronos was sure the bound actress was lying, somebody had warned her that he was coming, maybe it hadn't been Waverider, it might have been Rip Hunter, but at any rate he needed to know who had warned her, and where she'd hidden the missing items. The clutch purse was of particular importance since it was a one of a kind design by Jeffrey Levinson. How could he get her,to talk, he didn't like the idea of actually hurting her, but he desperately needed that information. Then his gaze fell ipon Lynda's lovely feet, and the perfect compromise came to mind.
"Listen Lynda, I need to know who warned you about me, and where you hid those missing items." he told her, raising his hand and cutting off her attempt at a responses, "I don't want to hear anymore lies, but I want you to know you are in fact on a time-traveling ship, tha has a self-replenishing power source." he explained, "That mean's I can keep you here as long as I want, and still send you back to the original time I took you." he continued, "Knowing all of this are you sure you don't want to reconsider telling me what I want to know?"
"Please, Chronos, I'm telling you the truth, I don't know any Linearmen, and my shoes and purse are back in that office." pleaded Lynda truthfully, "When would I have had time to hide them."
"I'm sorry Lynda, but you've left me no choice, I've got t have that information." said Chronos, "Even if it means the unpleasant need to forcing it out of you." he siad, as he removed the glove from his right hand, "Tell me Ms. Carter, are your feet ticklish?"
"Oh no, please Chronos, I've answered your questions honestly, please just send me back to Los Angeles." pleaded Lynda.
"I'm sory, but I'm afraid I can't do that without those questions answered." said Chronos,as the tip of his finger stroked the sole of his prisoners foot, "Now please Ms. Carter tell me what I need to know."
A slight giggle escaped the bound woman, and she instinctively attempted to pull her foot away from the source of the irritation. The gigglimg increased, and Lynda became more and more eratic, realizing she could spend the rest of her life trapped like this. Havimg seen all she had in the last hour, she was sure that her captor could do everything he claimed, as unbelievable as that might be.He could, for all intents and purposes keep her here indefinitely and tickle her for as long as it took. The only real problem was thay Lynda had no idea who or what the Linearmen where.
Lynda's laughter was as beautiful as everything else about her, and made it much easier to tickle her. Chronos watched as the raven haired stunner twited helplessly on the platform, pleading for him to stop, wven thow she knew he wouldn't. There was simply no other option for the time traveling thief, he needed answers, and he was sure Lynda had them. Using his left hand, he grasped all 5 of the woman's toes and bent them back, somas,to make the skin on the sole of her foot taught.
Lynda screamed as the man repeatedly ran his fingernails up and down on her arches with increased vigour. The mother of two couldn't stand having her feet tickled, normally she would have kicked Chronos in the face by now. but she couldn't lift her leg for the bondage. For a brief moment the attack on her foot ceased, and little was able to get her breath back. Then she felt something wet run along the arch of her foot and realized, quickly, that her captour was licking her foot. The mature beauty squealed, and wriggled on the padded platform. The wet tip of Chronos' wet tongue skilfully worked it's way over every inch of her dirty right foot, something that might have been a lot more appealing to her if she was in the power position, but was ridiculously torturous under the circumstances.
"You know what Lynda, I am beginning to think you're enjoying this." said Chronos, as his fingers returned to stroke his captives slickened right foot, "I'd be lying if I said it hasn't been somewhat ... erotic for me as well, but don't you think it's time you just told me who informed you that I was coming?"
"I already told you, I don't know what your talking about!" bellowed the hystrical, squirming woman, "Now please, just take what you want and send me back to Los Angles!"
At this point, Chronos, was almost ready to concead that Lynda hadn't encountered any of the Linear Men (Waverider is so anoying!), or that pest Rip Hunter. However, it wasn't all that often that he found himself in such a position. Cronos was quite found of tickle torture, and had used it quite often in the past (or future in some cases), and since he already had the lovely lady all tressedmup, why not keep at her. Considering he had a time machine at his disposal, and even withouth the purse and shoes the pantsuit was going the catch him a hefty sum, just how often does one get to engage in tickle torturing their childhood crush anyway?
"I'm sorry Ms. Carter, but I'm afraid I just don't believe you." he said, smiling huge under his goofy white mask, "So until I am convince I am afraid this will have to continue."
"No, no please, you have to stop, I can't stand it!" exclaimed Lynda, "Oh no please don't do that, not between my toes... STOP IT!"
Chapter Two: Technology of T..O. Morrow
Chronos's tongue lapped hungrily at his prisonered lft foot, sending her into a squealing mfit of laughter. The stunning 65 year old had pleaded with her captor, insisting that she didn't know any thing anout the time travelers enemies, and eventually he believed. In short order Chrosos's decided his prisoner, actress Lynda Carter, was telling the truth. However, the time traveler, found he really enjoyed torturing, using the tickled method, and decided to pretend he didn't. Being that they werenin his time machine, he could keeper,her here inevitably, as they would never age and he could send her back to the exact same time he took her whenever he wanted to. That's the beauty of parking at the nexus of all realities.
When the man's tongue was finnished licking his prisoners left foot clean he realized he'd developped quite an erection. Chronos loved feet and tickling, and he'd had a crush on his captive since he was a young man watching holographic tapes of her playing Wonder Woman in his own time. The spandex clad "super villain" couldn't help but get excited over having the opportunity to play such a prize. In his time Lynda was long since dead, so it was only threw shear luck and his genus that any of this was happenings.
"You know Lynda, I'm really beginning to think you're enjoying this." said Chronos, "I mean most woud, have made something up rather than spend eternity being tickled, and that's what's going to happen if you don't tell me what I need to know."
Chronos's eyes widened as he watched his prisoner wriggle helplessly on the platform, the restraints ever successful at keeping her in her place. It was amazing to him how she reacted to just the slightest stroke of her sole, and watching her svelte body twist and jerk was quite erotic to him. Despite being certain the actress had know clue as to the Linear Men or Rip Hunter he still felt he had to take Lynda's torment to the next level.
"Lynda, if you don't give me the information I need I'm going to have to increase your discomfort." informed Chronos, "If you don't talk, I'm going to have to remove your pants and tickle your legs."
"No, no you aren't!" screamed the actress, "Your doing it because you want to, I've told you the truth, please stop, let me go please!"
"I'm sorry Lynda, but you've left me no choice." rebutted Chrinosmasmhe grinned under his mask, "You have no one to blame but yourself for this my dear, it's your own stubborn streak that's keeping you here."
Chronos lifted his right hand and ajusted a dial on his wraist band. suddenly he became a blur to Lynda's eyes, and the next thing she knew her black pants had been removed leaving her lowere body covered in only a simple pair of white panties. The actresses face became flush with a mix of embarrassment and anger, as she watched her captor neatly fold her pants and place them in acompartment in the wall of his time machine.
"A wonder device my Bio-Accelerator, it will be invented by a man named Professors T.O. Morrow, about 50 years from now." said Chrinos, "Unfortunately it will mysteriously disappear before he can put a patent on it." he added, "Fantastic little bonus went that client gave me one, Rip Hunter eventually caught him, he got greedy you see."
"GIVE ME BACK MY PANTS YOU CREEP!" exclaimed Lynda.
"Oh yes, because calling me names is going to make me want to do nice things for you." replied Chronos, "Well you certainly do have lovely legs Ms. Carter, let's seem what fun I can have with them shall we?"
"Oh no, please, I'm sorry, please don't, don't, just... stop it!" squealed Lynda as her tormentor gently stroked the top of her left ankle.
"I told you Ms. Carter, this wont end until I get the information I seek, so either pipe up or continue to suffer."
Tears mingled with mascara rolled down the actress's face, leaving a trail of black from her eyes to her chin as she felt her captor's hand work it's way up her quivering left leg. His ruthlessly kneaded the muscle of her calves, and some how he managed to slip fingers into the crux of her knee. The soft stroking of this tender pllace was hell, but when he added squeezing her knee with his other hand it drove her completely over the edge. Unintelligible screams erupted from the bound cougar, as she twisted and jerked helplessly on the counter, much to the amusement of her torturer, who was now suffering from "lover's nuts" at this point.
"My, my Ms. Carter, you are ine energetic senior." said Chronos with a chuckle, "Why don't you just spare yourself further discomfort and tell me what I want to know?"
"I've already told you I don't know amything anout Linear Men or Rip Hunter, please just let me go!" exclaimed the pleading woman.
The man shook his masked head, delighted that she could never concede to his demands, at least not the current one. Now more then ever he was sure the hysterical woman was telling the truth when she said she knew nothin of her ti,e traveling advisories, however all this tickle torture was making him quite amorous, and at some point he would demand she alleviate his sexual frustration. However Choronos was no fool, he knew his quarry was a spirited and stong willed woman. The actresses wouldn't be easily broken, but she would break inevitably, as will all do before the might of Chronos.
Suddenly everything stopped, and Chronos stepped back from his bound prisoner. The masked villain walked over to a counter and pressed a button, causing and opening to form in the counter and a bottle of clear liquid to rise up through it. Taking hold of the bottle, the man returned to his prisoner and held the open end to her lips, allowing her the mercy of a much needed drink of water. Then he took a cloth and wiped her mascara smeared face clean. Then, after placing the rag and bottle on a table retuned to her bare, helpless legs.
"I believe you." he said calmly, before he began kneeding her inner thighs unmercifully.
to be continued...
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