Before we begin this second part, I’d like to thank everyone for reading this series. If anyone wants a sneak preview of my next story just message me. I love hearing from all of you, feedback is appreciated. Now for what you came here for...
I didn’t take the time to climb the ladder step by step, I loosely grabbed the sides and slid down. As soon as I hit the floor, I took a few seconds to get my bearings.
I was in what appeared to be some kind of access tunnels that allowed the staff to pop up anywhere in the maze. I’d have to put my brain to work, and hope I’m right. Following the layout of the maze above should take me straight to the center.
I began to run, not at full speed, because missing a turn could be costly. Angry as I was, I had to use my head. As I made my way through the twists and turns, I prayed that Krista was okay.
“Hahahahaha... it tickles! Pleeeeeaseeee stahahahahap...hahahahaha! STOP!” Screaming laughter was being ripped from Krista as Justin had his way with her. He had moved his assault to her tummy, which was already beginning to ache from tickling. It was the complete opposite of what she had come to love.
When Billy tickled her, it was gentle, playful, and loving. They would often cuddle afterward, which took them to a level of intimacy that they could never find with anyone else. Billy would never push her over the edge, or hurt her.
Despite being forced to laugh, her shoes began to feel like ovens. The heat had penetrated the soles of her keds, and had been roasting her feet for several minutes.
The hot sensation she was feeling as she helplessly wiggled and flexed her feet was beginning to overwhelm her ticklishness, and her laughter dissolved.
“Ahah... hah... huh hotttt... toohohohoo hot!” Krista whimpered in desperation, as she tried in vain to move her feet away from the heat.
Justin took notice of this, and stopped tickling to taunt her. “Aww... what’s the matter Krissy, too hot for you?”
She despised giving him the satisfaction, but it was more than she could bear. It felt as if her feet were melting, she nodded.
Justin stood up and switched off the heat, then rolled the table away. Then he finished untying her keds, and slid them off. She took a small bit of satisfaction seeing him scorch his hands on the hot soles of her shoes, as he dropped them to the floor.
Krista breathed a sigh of relief as her feet began to cool. Between the heat and the tickling she was too weak to protest. He pulled off her socks, and knelt down to inspect her hot nylon soles.
“Mmmm... medium rare, my favorite.” He chuckled. Did he just compare her to food? She knew he could be mean, now he was just becoming unhinged.
Krista felt utterly disgusted at his next move, as his tongue slowly caressed her right foot.
“Yummy...” he said in a low sickening voice, attempting to sound seductive.
He licked her left foot next, slowly. “Mmm... looks like it’s time for a snack break.”
Krista wanted to scream, but at this point was terrified of what he might do. His tongue tickled, she tried to resist. Closing her eyes tightly and praying for Billy to find her was all she could do as laughter began to bubble up inside her again.
“Okay Billy” I said no nobody in particular. “I’ve got to be close, where do I go next?” Talking to myself always helped me work through a problem. I spun around looking for a switch, a stairwell, an elevator, nothing. Refusing to give up, I closed my eyes for a moment to center myself.
My concentration was broken by a screaming laughter. I’ve only ever heard this once before.... “No, no! It can’t be!” I took off in a dash in the direction of her screams. I stopped him once before, but this time I was prepared to stop him permanently.
“STAAAAAAAPPPP!!! PLEASE STOP!!! AAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP! YOU’RE KILLING MEEEEEEHEHEHEHE!!!”
Krista screamed in between laughs. Her feet were normally extremely soft, and ticklish, and wearing nylons made it worse. But after they had been barbecued inside her socks and keds, any kind of tickling to her feet sent her into overdrive.
After Justin had finished licking her feet like some sort of hungry animal, he set upon tickling her nylon soles, which were swollen and red from the heat.
He stopped briefly, allowing her to catch her breath. Her hair was a mess from laughing and shaking her head back and forth. Tears sent her makeup streaking down her face. Her sides and tummy ached from constant tickling.
“Krissy Krissy Krissy... I’ll make you a deal, want to hear it?”
Krista panted, it was hard to breathe, but she nodded.
“If you break up with Billy boy, right here, right now... I’ll let you go. Refuse and I’ll tickle you until you faint, then wake you up and do it again and again until you break.”
Justin put his face uncomfortably close to hers. “So what’s it going to be?”
There was no way that she would leave her true love. Especially not for this psycho that Justin had become. “No.” Was her answer.
“You know, I was kind of hoping you’d pick the hard way.” Justin smirked, and began a new assault on her legs, just above her knees.
Krista was exhausted, and despite the ticklish agony she was in, felt herself starting to wilt. She couldn’t take much more before she lost consciousness. The screaming laughter started again.
Just then, the trap door flew open, there was Billy, coming to rescue her like a knight from a storybook.
“Get your filthy hands off her you sick bastard!” Billy shouted, his fists clenched with a rage that could melt steel. He’d tear Justin apart, if not for what happened next.
Justin pulled the blade from his back pocket and leapt to her throat. “Ah ah ah...” he taunted Billy, who stopped in his tracks. “Move and I’ll cut the bitch.”
Billy stood there, fists clenched. But he couldn’t risk her life, there was nothing he could do. “Turn around and walk backward over here.” Billy complied.
Justin grabbed a ratty piece of rope, and tied Billy’s hands behind his back.
“Let him go! Let him go and I’ll...” Krista begged, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I’m going to have you anyway. Right after I take care of lover boy here.” Justin snarled. Krista could only pray he didn’t mean what she thought.
“I’m sorry angel...” Billy said.
Justin kicked Billy in the back of his knees, sending him down. “I’ve had enough of this. You’re not getting out of here alive. You should have just walked away.”
Billy tried to get up, but was met with a kick to his ribs, and a blow to his head.
“STOP IT, YOU’LL KILL HIM!” Krista screamed in horror.
“I know.” Justin laughed, and dragged Billy over to a bucket of water, holding his head under.
Billy trashed and struggled, hands flailing, trying to undo the knots. The prop gun fell out of his pocket as he desperately fought against drowning.
Krista was in tears, her love was going to die in front of her, and she couldn’t do anything but scream.
Billy kept moving his hands, as if he was trying to wave for help, but no help came. Air bubbled from his mouth to the surface, and Justin let go. Billy flopped onto the floor, motionless. He picked up the gun that fell from Billy’s pocket and as if an afterthought, aimed and shot the immobile Billy in the back.
“NOOOOOOOOOO! BILLY!!!” Krista screamed as if her soul had been ripped in half. She hung her head and sobbed.
Justin turned to her, “And now pretty... let’s have some real fun.”
End Part Two
I didn’t take the time to climb the ladder step by step, I loosely grabbed the sides and slid down. As soon as I hit the floor, I took a few seconds to get my bearings.
I was in what appeared to be some kind of access tunnels that allowed the staff to pop up anywhere in the maze. I’d have to put my brain to work, and hope I’m right. Following the layout of the maze above should take me straight to the center.
I began to run, not at full speed, because missing a turn could be costly. Angry as I was, I had to use my head. As I made my way through the twists and turns, I prayed that Krista was okay.
“Hahahahaha... it tickles! Pleeeeeaseeee stahahahahap...hahahahaha! STOP!” Screaming laughter was being ripped from Krista as Justin had his way with her. He had moved his assault to her tummy, which was already beginning to ache from tickling. It was the complete opposite of what she had come to love.
When Billy tickled her, it was gentle, playful, and loving. They would often cuddle afterward, which took them to a level of intimacy that they could never find with anyone else. Billy would never push her over the edge, or hurt her.
Despite being forced to laugh, her shoes began to feel like ovens. The heat had penetrated the soles of her keds, and had been roasting her feet for several minutes.
The hot sensation she was feeling as she helplessly wiggled and flexed her feet was beginning to overwhelm her ticklishness, and her laughter dissolved.
“Ahah... hah... huh hotttt... toohohohoo hot!” Krista whimpered in desperation, as she tried in vain to move her feet away from the heat.
Justin took notice of this, and stopped tickling to taunt her. “Aww... what’s the matter Krissy, too hot for you?”
She despised giving him the satisfaction, but it was more than she could bear. It felt as if her feet were melting, she nodded.
Justin stood up and switched off the heat, then rolled the table away. Then he finished untying her keds, and slid them off. She took a small bit of satisfaction seeing him scorch his hands on the hot soles of her shoes, as he dropped them to the floor.
Krista breathed a sigh of relief as her feet began to cool. Between the heat and the tickling she was too weak to protest. He pulled off her socks, and knelt down to inspect her hot nylon soles.
“Mmmm... medium rare, my favorite.” He chuckled. Did he just compare her to food? She knew he could be mean, now he was just becoming unhinged.
Krista felt utterly disgusted at his next move, as his tongue slowly caressed her right foot.
“Yummy...” he said in a low sickening voice, attempting to sound seductive.
He licked her left foot next, slowly. “Mmm... looks like it’s time for a snack break.”
Krista wanted to scream, but at this point was terrified of what he might do. His tongue tickled, she tried to resist. Closing her eyes tightly and praying for Billy to find her was all she could do as laughter began to bubble up inside her again.
“Okay Billy” I said no nobody in particular. “I’ve got to be close, where do I go next?” Talking to myself always helped me work through a problem. I spun around looking for a switch, a stairwell, an elevator, nothing. Refusing to give up, I closed my eyes for a moment to center myself.
My concentration was broken by a screaming laughter. I’ve only ever heard this once before.... “No, no! It can’t be!” I took off in a dash in the direction of her screams. I stopped him once before, but this time I was prepared to stop him permanently.
“STAAAAAAAPPPP!!! PLEASE STOP!!! AAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP! YOU’RE KILLING MEEEEEEHEHEHEHE!!!”
Krista screamed in between laughs. Her feet were normally extremely soft, and ticklish, and wearing nylons made it worse. But after they had been barbecued inside her socks and keds, any kind of tickling to her feet sent her into overdrive.
After Justin had finished licking her feet like some sort of hungry animal, he set upon tickling her nylon soles, which were swollen and red from the heat.
He stopped briefly, allowing her to catch her breath. Her hair was a mess from laughing and shaking her head back and forth. Tears sent her makeup streaking down her face. Her sides and tummy ached from constant tickling.
“Krissy Krissy Krissy... I’ll make you a deal, want to hear it?”
Krista panted, it was hard to breathe, but she nodded.
“If you break up with Billy boy, right here, right now... I’ll let you go. Refuse and I’ll tickle you until you faint, then wake you up and do it again and again until you break.”
Justin put his face uncomfortably close to hers. “So what’s it going to be?”
There was no way that she would leave her true love. Especially not for this psycho that Justin had become. “No.” Was her answer.
“You know, I was kind of hoping you’d pick the hard way.” Justin smirked, and began a new assault on her legs, just above her knees.
Krista was exhausted, and despite the ticklish agony she was in, felt herself starting to wilt. She couldn’t take much more before she lost consciousness. The screaming laughter started again.
Just then, the trap door flew open, there was Billy, coming to rescue her like a knight from a storybook.
“Get your filthy hands off her you sick bastard!” Billy shouted, his fists clenched with a rage that could melt steel. He’d tear Justin apart, if not for what happened next.
Justin pulled the blade from his back pocket and leapt to her throat. “Ah ah ah...” he taunted Billy, who stopped in his tracks. “Move and I’ll cut the bitch.”
Billy stood there, fists clenched. But he couldn’t risk her life, there was nothing he could do. “Turn around and walk backward over here.” Billy complied.
Justin grabbed a ratty piece of rope, and tied Billy’s hands behind his back.
“Let him go! Let him go and I’ll...” Krista begged, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I’m going to have you anyway. Right after I take care of lover boy here.” Justin snarled. Krista could only pray he didn’t mean what she thought.
“I’m sorry angel...” Billy said.
Justin kicked Billy in the back of his knees, sending him down. “I’ve had enough of this. You’re not getting out of here alive. You should have just walked away.”
Billy tried to get up, but was met with a kick to his ribs, and a blow to his head.
“STOP IT, YOU’LL KILL HIM!” Krista screamed in horror.
“I know.” Justin laughed, and dragged Billy over to a bucket of water, holding his head under.
Billy trashed and struggled, hands flailing, trying to undo the knots. The prop gun fell out of his pocket as he desperately fought against drowning.
Krista was in tears, her love was going to die in front of her, and she couldn’t do anything but scream.
Billy kept moving his hands, as if he was trying to wave for help, but no help came. Air bubbled from his mouth to the surface, and Justin let go. Billy flopped onto the floor, motionless. He picked up the gun that fell from Billy’s pocket and as if an afterthought, aimed and shot the immobile Billy in the back.
“NOOOOOOOOOO! BILLY!!!” Krista screamed as if her soul had been ripped in half. She hung her head and sobbed.
Justin turned to her, “And now pretty... let’s have some real fun.”
End Part Two
