Don Turtelli
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Beckham took several seconds to regain his breath. "What is this about, why are you doing this?" asked a tired Beckham. The chief did not reply. He stood up, allowing the feather to float to the ground.
He leaned towards Beckham, their faces inches from one another. Suddenly, his heavy, quick fingers ferociously attacked Beckham's ribs. Beckham was instantly returned to an hysterical state.
This time, Beckham entered a stage of silent laughter within a minute. He was exhausted but was still forced to endure the sensation that the sadistic chief was thrusting upon him. He managed to whisper a few "please"'s through this laughter, but his requests for mercy fell upon the ears of a cruel chief.
Beckham realised that this chief would exhibit no mercy whatsoever. He was now in ticklish agony. His laughter was still silent, with occasional grasps for air. "Gichi gichi goo, tickle tickle" teased the chief, highly amused at the captive's reactions to tickle torture.
Beckham then somehow mustered the energy to spit out into the chief's face. He had to do something to stop the tickling, what else could he have done really?
It worked. The tickling ceased. However, Beckham was now filled with an immense dread. The chief walked to his desk, removing a cloth to wipe his face. He looked intently at Beckham as he spoke. "My friend, I was going to let you go in ten minutes. Now however, for that show of disrespect, you shall stay for one full hour. And in that hour you will suffer".
Beckham sruggled and pleaded, but to no avail. Tha chief again got onto his hands and knees. As his quick fingers approached his soles, Beckham knew that he was certaintly in for the tickling of a lifetime.
THE END
Beckham took several seconds to regain his breath. "What is this about, why are you doing this?" asked a tired Beckham. The chief did not reply. He stood up, allowing the feather to float to the ground.
He leaned towards Beckham, their faces inches from one another. Suddenly, his heavy, quick fingers ferociously attacked Beckham's ribs. Beckham was instantly returned to an hysterical state.
This time, Beckham entered a stage of silent laughter within a minute. He was exhausted but was still forced to endure the sensation that the sadistic chief was thrusting upon him. He managed to whisper a few "please"'s through this laughter, but his requests for mercy fell upon the ears of a cruel chief.
Beckham realised that this chief would exhibit no mercy whatsoever. He was now in ticklish agony. His laughter was still silent, with occasional grasps for air. "Gichi gichi goo, tickle tickle" teased the chief, highly amused at the captive's reactions to tickle torture.
Beckham then somehow mustered the energy to spit out into the chief's face. He had to do something to stop the tickling, what else could he have done really?
It worked. The tickling ceased. However, Beckham was now filled with an immense dread. The chief walked to his desk, removing a cloth to wipe his face. He looked intently at Beckham as he spoke. "My friend, I was going to let you go in ten minutes. Now however, for that show of disrespect, you shall stay for one full hour. And in that hour you will suffer".
Beckham sruggled and pleaded, but to no avail. Tha chief again got onto his hands and knees. As his quick fingers approached his soles, Beckham knew that he was certaintly in for the tickling of a lifetime.
THE END
