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Mandy's Amontillado, Part II
(public/f, noncon)
...just in time for Halloween, 😉
If you didn't get a chance to read it, Part I is in the link below
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Mandy’s Amantillado Part II
“Wanna check out the dungeon? Heard there’s some shit going on in the sound-booth,” Tammy smirked at her red-headed friend, Alicia, knowing that vague segue would invite the need for further explanation. Alicia, who was dressed for the festivities as a witch, couldn’t help but question this “shit going on.”
“What kinda shit?” Alicia laughed, “they got weed?”
“Probably. But I heard some juicy rumors…” Tammy grinned.
“OOOooo!” the witch squealed, “spill it!”
Tammy, who was in a white lab-coat with a stethoscope hanging from her neck, appropriately jested, “Okay, Dr. Tammy has the daily dose of gossip for you…” both girls giggled as she proceeded to spill the news, “I heard they were playing a prank on somebody this year. They got a bully tied down to one of the racks or something… and they’re TICKLING her!” When Tammy said “tickling,” she jumped out with her tickle-monster hands making Alicia jump back.
“Ahh!” Alicia gasped, “oh my Gawd!” She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, “that sounds awful!”
“She’s a bully!” Tammy replied, “you got bullied in highschool. Remember how that felt?”
Alicia gave a twisted expression that seemed to say, ‘hahaha shut up!’
“So you wanna go check it out?” Tammy grinned, followed slowly by Alicia as she began to regain her playful enthusiasm.
“Of course I do…”
The two party-goers made their way through the decorated haunted house, past the DJ booth and the drink-bar, past a couple displays of skeletons and a few monsters and ghouls, and slowly descended into the dungeon.
The hallways seemed calm and everything seemed normal. They passed a display with a hanging corpse, and then one with a torture chamber where live-actors were tied to racks, screaming for help. The vibes were spooky but animated, like it was all part of the entertainment.
That’s when they heard it. It was a scream, but kind of an inward scream, as if gasping for air, almost in the midst of laughter… “Someone must have opened the door to the sound-room,” Alicia thought out-loud. “I think it’s this way.” Both girls followed the desperate howls and uncanny, forced cackles until they found it; a big sign hung at the entrance that said, “TICKLE TORTURE CHAMBER.” The girls looked at each other with sly grins. From the sound of it, someone was getting their fair share.
The girls entered to a spectacular sight; Mandy, in a state of pure panic, was in a loop of gasps for air; her eyes locked on her right hand which was strapped down tight but still tapping furiously, trying to get someone’s attention. But her wildly tapping hand was going largely unnoticed and blatantly ignored by the young blonde Harley Quinn who was standing behind the rack, relentlessly digging her fingers into Mandy’s armpits.
“S’matter, sweetheart? Is it torcha?” The blonde Harley smirked as she mocked her best version of a New York accent, playfully poking and digging, driving Mandy insane. The tiny brunette was gasping for breath, barely able to get a word out, going in and out of silent laughter and choking on her own relentless involuntary giggles. She was still tapping her hand wildly, eyes darting between her poor trapped hand and the cute blonde clown in pigtails.
“STOOOOOOP!! * gasp * STOPPP!! * gasp * STAAAAAHAHAHA...”
Upon entering, Tammy and Alicia were promptly met by Judy, a 45 year old mother who, tonight, was playing the role of “soccer-mom,” dressed in her soccer-coach uniform for the Halloween festivities. Judy had stumbled upon the sound-booth and the little thrashing mental patient and read the sign that said, “Hi. My name is Mandy. I was mean to a mother and this Halloween prank is my punishment! Please tickle me until I cry! No mercy!” She took a personal interest.
“You girls got here just in time,” Judy smiled as she pulled a few ball-point-pens out of her purse, “I was just about to start handing these out so that people can graffiti her feet…” With a wicked grin, Tammy snatched two, handing one to Alicia who was now bearing a grin of her own.
“Thanks!” Alicia said as she introduced her and “Dr.” Tammy. After the girls became acquainted, they slowly approached their squirming victim who was already busy begging the young Harley. Harley Quinn was switching between poking at Mandy’s armpits and ribs, playfully turning the frantic girl into jelly. She desperately tried to beg, “ST… ST… ST… STOOOOPPPP!!!!”
“Oh you want me to stop?” Harley quipped, “Well all you had to do was say that! Duh!” The cute blonde stopped her tickle-assault and let her skinny arms fall by her sides, but not without an evil smirk. Mandy gasped and began trying to steady her breath, but was cruelly cut short when she felt a sharp pinch in the arch of her foot. She would have jumped right through the ceiling if she could. Instead, she bucked forward and her legs began vibrating and her toes curled in. The poor mental patient’s eyeballs almost popped out of her skull.
“HOLY SHIT!!” she shrieked. “NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO…” her eyes darted back to her poor hand and began tapping it even more furiously than before.
“NOOO! FUCKIN SHIT!! I CAN’T!! I SERIOUSLY CAN’T!!”
Tammy pressed the ball-point-pen into the soft pads of Mandy’s left foot, while Alicia slowly traced a smiley-face on the arch of her right. Mandy. Went. Absolutely. Insane. The poor girl totally lost it- when those pens touched her soft feet she let out a primal, animalistic shriek and instantly went into a silent rage, bucking as hard as her binds would let her.
“Oh my god! Your feet are so soft!” Tammy snickered, “do you get a pedicure like, every night? Like, no joke, feet shouldn’t be this soft…”
Judy laughed casually at Mandy’s reactions, “Oh you big baby! It’s not real torture…”
“That’s what I’ve been tryin’a tell her!” added Harley Quinn as she dug back into Mandy’s helplessly exposed pits. “See that? You’re fiiiine!” she playfully mocked as Mandy choked and sputtered.
“PLEEEEEEAAAAASE!!!” she screamed before going silent again.
“Oh God, this one’s really a drama queen!” piped Judy, “heh, good thing we’re in the sound-booth!”
Alicia giggled to herself at the thought of Mandy exfoliating her feet every night; ‘she probably does,’ she thought as she started another smiley-face on Mandy’s sole. They were so silky, soft and smooth, ‘she has to do maintenance once a night for this kind of tenderness, there’s no other way,’ she thought, ‘kind of ironic and unlucky for her.” She grinned wickedly, ‘bougie bitch,’ she thought, ‘little snob deserves this…’ She started to fill in the smiley-face on Mandy’s arch, “I’m making polka-dots!” she announced happily.
Tammy was drawing straight lines, aggressively dragging the point of the pen down the middle of Mandy’s arch starting at her pads and ending all the way down at the bottoms of her soles.
“Ooooo, she really hates this. Look at her!” Tammy nodded to the thrashing, frantic mental patient screaming at them in total panic. Mandy yanked forward with all her might, using all the strength in her body to pull her arms out of the straps. But she didn’t budge. “Umm, oh shit. Can she get out of this?” Tammy had a sudden pause.
“Hahaha, not a chance!” remarked Judy, “the last group tested her out pretty well, poor thing. She isn’t going anywhere,” she reassured the cautious doctor.
“Oh, she ain’t goin’ nowhere! Ain’t that right, little toy?” Harley confirmed as she skittered her fingers up Mandy’s ribs, stopping at the last second before diving into her armpits, driving the poor mental patient even more mental.
“Good!” Alicia quipped, “I need to finish my polka-dots!”
Suddenly, Judy got an evil smirk as a thought crossed her mind. “I wonder whose mom you pissed off,” she thought out loud, mischievously making sure it was heard and would become a topic of discussion. Tammy cast a deviant smile as Alicia’s ears perked up. Harley raised an eyebrow with an animated look of anger and disappointment.
“Hey, yeah! Who were you mean to? Huh?” Harley Quinn dug in even harder, sending Mandy into silent gasps.
“We’ll write her name on your feet!” Alicia giggled excitedly.
Judy hung onto her evil smirk as she casually approached, rubbing her hands together with evil intent. “I know how to get it out of her.” Her evil smile lingered as she slowly reached down, grabbing Mandy by her inner-thighs. Her nimble fingers waited patiently, timing it just right, sliding directly into those little pockets and pinching that “death-spot” muscle, turning Mandy into a furious, drooling, thrashing ball of chaos.
“OOOOH FUCK! OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!!” Mandy was beyond frantic.
“Now I seriously doubt that’s her name,” teased Harley as she plunged back into Mandy’s helpless underarms with the sweetest smile on her face. She seemed so innocent, like a third-party observer, like she wasn’t even taking part in the action. She kind of removed herself from the equation, as if none of this were her fault; she’s just going with the flow. “That can’t be her name, silly! Hehehe, that’s a dirty word!” She gently clawed her fingernails against Mandy’s outstretched pits with a sadistic vigor, while Judy held on tight to the “death-spot.”
”Give me a name, you little shit,” Judy knew that once she touched that nerve, she was going to need to hold on for dear-life, and she was right. Those muscles clenched so tight, her fingers almost got stuck. “Who did you piss off, crazy girl? Huh?” she continued to tease as she pinched and prodded.
The poor thrashing mental patient was having a panic attack. Her eyes darted towards the door as she began to scream, “HELP!! HEEEEEEELLLLLLPPP!!!”
“Nobody can hear you,” Judy leaned in with a smirk, “and if they could, they’d help us. Your only option is to give us that name…”
Mandy totally broke. “MRS. SAAHAHAHAH… MRS. SSAHAHAHAHAHA…” she was trying desperately to give them what they wanted but they were tickling her so bad she could barely form words.
“Spa spa spa spit it out!” Tammy laughed jokingly before gliding the ballpoint pen down that silky, smooth arch. All four girls showed zero empathy as they tickled harder, knowing they were making it impossible.
Finally, Mandy mustered up every ounce of energy and strength she could and screamed at the top of her lungs, “MRS SUUUUUSSSAAAAAAHAHAHA… MRS SUUUUUSSSAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Judy raised an eyebrow. She didn’t let go.
“Susan? Susan Scott? Elliot’s mom?”
“Wait, you know her?” asked Alicia as she perked up with curiosity.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Judy’s face turned from playful and sly to serious, “are you the little scamp that was dating Elliot?”
The vibes in the room shifted as Harley Quinn let out a playful, “Ooooooooooooo,” as if to say, ‘you’re in trouble now.’
Judy dug in with a freshly charged ferocity and a look of real anger. “Oh, you fucked up,” she said as she ruthlessly squeezed at Mandy’s death-spot, “you fucked up, bad.”
Mandy went into an eerie state of silence. No sound at all, just a look of pure shock on her face as her brain tried to process the overload. Finally her breath caught and she gasped, drawing in for a whole five seconds before releasing the most brutal, primal, death-shriek she’d ever heard come from her own body.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
“Oh yea, there’s the spot,” teased Judy, “I am NOT going to let go. Sorry, honey. You pissed off the wrong Moma.”
Harley Quinn giggled sweetly, “Tsk, tsk, tsk! It’s not nice to piss off Mommies. Where did you learn your manners? Huh?”
“She doesn’t have any. But she’s going to learn some today,” shot Judy as she pinched even harder.
Tammy chimed in, “Well, this foot is completely covered. I need to scrub it clean and start over,” she winked at Alicia who was busy coloring in Mandy’s toes. But Alicia received the message loud and clear, and with a smirk, said, “I might have a hairbrush in my purse! You can use that!”
Alicia reached into her purse and handed Tammy a small hairbrush. The moment those bristles pushed into that soft flesh on Mandy’s fat little, pink foot, the poor mental-patient saw stars.
“BLAAAAAAGGGHHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!” a long trail of drool rolled down her chin as her eyes found their way to the back of her skull. It took her a few seconds to regain her awareness. Her eyes came back with a serious look of panic and fear. She was hyperventilating furiously and suddenly felt tears forming up. That ball in the back of her throat swelled and without warning, she burst out crying.
“JUUUUUUST… FUCKING… STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPP!!!!!!!” her voice cracked as she tried to show rage, yanking at her arms with all her strength. She gritted her teeth and made the angriest scowl she could, trying anything, even intimidation, just anything to get the tickling to stop. But all it brought was humiliation.
Tammy glanced up from her scrubbing and carelessly noted, “is she crying?”
Harely Quinn began giggling sweetly and mocking, “awwww, are you gonna cwy? Cry baby! Cry Baby! Hehehehe!”
Alicia was deep in her own little world, doodling a master-piece right in the middle of Mandy’s arch, and was too engulfed in her work to be bothered by the sounds of someone crying. She completely ignored it, and scribbled away happily.
Judy leaned in closer, still ruthlessly pinching away at Mandy’s thighs, hitting that death-spot just right. She took one hand away and used it to cup Mandy’s jaw as she whispered, “it’s not over because you’re crying. I’m gonna keep you here all night long. When these girls get tired of you, there will be another group. And then another. And we are all gonna tickle the shit out of you, no mercy, until the sun comes up. And every time you look at Elliot, I want you to re-live this moment. I want you to feel this all over again. I want you to remember; that if you ever even make the attempt to walk in his direction, Mrs. Susan and I will be watching. And we will catch you, and we will tickle the ever-living fuck out of you for weeks. We will hang you upside-down and tickle you until you throw up. Do you understand me?”
Mandy understood, but had no way of relaying the message through her desperate sobs and gasps for air. Before this, she couldn’t have ever conceived of giving Elliot the cold-shoulder, especially not for some lame ass bitch-mom. But now she was willing to do anything. Literally anything. Elliot? Who’s he? What Elliot? Never met the guy…
But unfortunately for the poor slutty mental patient, the night had only just begun. She had no idea, but the time was only around eleven o’clock or so at night. They still had a good seven hours before daylight, and Judy was going to make sure all seven hours were filled with desperate pleas and begging and screaming and crying and whatever else fit the punishment.
The Halloween party that year was enormous. Nobody could have predicted that large of a turn-out; it was even bigger than the town’s previous Christmas festivals. But one attraction stood out as gathering the most publicity; The Tickle-Torture Chamber.
People came to gawk at the spectacle of real insane-asylum torture. Sure, it was just tickling. But the reactions of the “actor” were what really drew the crowd. She really sold her “performance.”
The End... (unless Mandy can keep her paws off Elliot) ...😉
(public/f, noncon)
...just in time for Halloween, 😉
If you didn't get a chance to read it, Part I is in the link below
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Mandy’s Amantillado Part II
“Wanna check out the dungeon? Heard there’s some shit going on in the sound-booth,” Tammy smirked at her red-headed friend, Alicia, knowing that vague segue would invite the need for further explanation. Alicia, who was dressed for the festivities as a witch, couldn’t help but question this “shit going on.”
“What kinda shit?” Alicia laughed, “they got weed?”
“Probably. But I heard some juicy rumors…” Tammy grinned.
“OOOooo!” the witch squealed, “spill it!”
Tammy, who was in a white lab-coat with a stethoscope hanging from her neck, appropriately jested, “Okay, Dr. Tammy has the daily dose of gossip for you…” both girls giggled as she proceeded to spill the news, “I heard they were playing a prank on somebody this year. They got a bully tied down to one of the racks or something… and they’re TICKLING her!” When Tammy said “tickling,” she jumped out with her tickle-monster hands making Alicia jump back.
“Ahh!” Alicia gasped, “oh my Gawd!” She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, “that sounds awful!”
“She’s a bully!” Tammy replied, “you got bullied in highschool. Remember how that felt?”
Alicia gave a twisted expression that seemed to say, ‘hahaha shut up!’
“So you wanna go check it out?” Tammy grinned, followed slowly by Alicia as she began to regain her playful enthusiasm.
“Of course I do…”
The two party-goers made their way through the decorated haunted house, past the DJ booth and the drink-bar, past a couple displays of skeletons and a few monsters and ghouls, and slowly descended into the dungeon.
The hallways seemed calm and everything seemed normal. They passed a display with a hanging corpse, and then one with a torture chamber where live-actors were tied to racks, screaming for help. The vibes were spooky but animated, like it was all part of the entertainment.
That’s when they heard it. It was a scream, but kind of an inward scream, as if gasping for air, almost in the midst of laughter… “Someone must have opened the door to the sound-room,” Alicia thought out-loud. “I think it’s this way.” Both girls followed the desperate howls and uncanny, forced cackles until they found it; a big sign hung at the entrance that said, “TICKLE TORTURE CHAMBER.” The girls looked at each other with sly grins. From the sound of it, someone was getting their fair share.
The girls entered to a spectacular sight; Mandy, in a state of pure panic, was in a loop of gasps for air; her eyes locked on her right hand which was strapped down tight but still tapping furiously, trying to get someone’s attention. But her wildly tapping hand was going largely unnoticed and blatantly ignored by the young blonde Harley Quinn who was standing behind the rack, relentlessly digging her fingers into Mandy’s armpits.
“S’matter, sweetheart? Is it torcha?” The blonde Harley smirked as she mocked her best version of a New York accent, playfully poking and digging, driving Mandy insane. The tiny brunette was gasping for breath, barely able to get a word out, going in and out of silent laughter and choking on her own relentless involuntary giggles. She was still tapping her hand wildly, eyes darting between her poor trapped hand and the cute blonde clown in pigtails.
“STOOOOOOP!! * gasp * STOPPP!! * gasp * STAAAAAHAHAHA...”
Upon entering, Tammy and Alicia were promptly met by Judy, a 45 year old mother who, tonight, was playing the role of “soccer-mom,” dressed in her soccer-coach uniform for the Halloween festivities. Judy had stumbled upon the sound-booth and the little thrashing mental patient and read the sign that said, “Hi. My name is Mandy. I was mean to a mother and this Halloween prank is my punishment! Please tickle me until I cry! No mercy!” She took a personal interest.
“You girls got here just in time,” Judy smiled as she pulled a few ball-point-pens out of her purse, “I was just about to start handing these out so that people can graffiti her feet…” With a wicked grin, Tammy snatched two, handing one to Alicia who was now bearing a grin of her own.
“Thanks!” Alicia said as she introduced her and “Dr.” Tammy. After the girls became acquainted, they slowly approached their squirming victim who was already busy begging the young Harley. Harley Quinn was switching between poking at Mandy’s armpits and ribs, playfully turning the frantic girl into jelly. She desperately tried to beg, “ST… ST… ST… STOOOOPPPP!!!!”
“Oh you want me to stop?” Harley quipped, “Well all you had to do was say that! Duh!” The cute blonde stopped her tickle-assault and let her skinny arms fall by her sides, but not without an evil smirk. Mandy gasped and began trying to steady her breath, but was cruelly cut short when she felt a sharp pinch in the arch of her foot. She would have jumped right through the ceiling if she could. Instead, she bucked forward and her legs began vibrating and her toes curled in. The poor mental patient’s eyeballs almost popped out of her skull.
“HOLY SHIT!!” she shrieked. “NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO…” her eyes darted back to her poor hand and began tapping it even more furiously than before.
“NOOO! FUCKIN SHIT!! I CAN’T!! I SERIOUSLY CAN’T!!”
Tammy pressed the ball-point-pen into the soft pads of Mandy’s left foot, while Alicia slowly traced a smiley-face on the arch of her right. Mandy. Went. Absolutely. Insane. The poor girl totally lost it- when those pens touched her soft feet she let out a primal, animalistic shriek and instantly went into a silent rage, bucking as hard as her binds would let her.
“Oh my god! Your feet are so soft!” Tammy snickered, “do you get a pedicure like, every night? Like, no joke, feet shouldn’t be this soft…”
Judy laughed casually at Mandy’s reactions, “Oh you big baby! It’s not real torture…”
“That’s what I’ve been tryin’a tell her!” added Harley Quinn as she dug back into Mandy’s helplessly exposed pits. “See that? You’re fiiiine!” she playfully mocked as Mandy choked and sputtered.
“PLEEEEEEAAAAASE!!!” she screamed before going silent again.
“Oh God, this one’s really a drama queen!” piped Judy, “heh, good thing we’re in the sound-booth!”
Alicia giggled to herself at the thought of Mandy exfoliating her feet every night; ‘she probably does,’ she thought as she started another smiley-face on Mandy’s sole. They were so silky, soft and smooth, ‘she has to do maintenance once a night for this kind of tenderness, there’s no other way,’ she thought, ‘kind of ironic and unlucky for her.” She grinned wickedly, ‘bougie bitch,’ she thought, ‘little snob deserves this…’ She started to fill in the smiley-face on Mandy’s arch, “I’m making polka-dots!” she announced happily.
Tammy was drawing straight lines, aggressively dragging the point of the pen down the middle of Mandy’s arch starting at her pads and ending all the way down at the bottoms of her soles.
“Ooooo, she really hates this. Look at her!” Tammy nodded to the thrashing, frantic mental patient screaming at them in total panic. Mandy yanked forward with all her might, using all the strength in her body to pull her arms out of the straps. But she didn’t budge. “Umm, oh shit. Can she get out of this?” Tammy had a sudden pause.
“Hahaha, not a chance!” remarked Judy, “the last group tested her out pretty well, poor thing. She isn’t going anywhere,” she reassured the cautious doctor.
“Oh, she ain’t goin’ nowhere! Ain’t that right, little toy?” Harley confirmed as she skittered her fingers up Mandy’s ribs, stopping at the last second before diving into her armpits, driving the poor mental patient even more mental.
“Good!” Alicia quipped, “I need to finish my polka-dots!”
Suddenly, Judy got an evil smirk as a thought crossed her mind. “I wonder whose mom you pissed off,” she thought out loud, mischievously making sure it was heard and would become a topic of discussion. Tammy cast a deviant smile as Alicia’s ears perked up. Harley raised an eyebrow with an animated look of anger and disappointment.
“Hey, yeah! Who were you mean to? Huh?” Harley Quinn dug in even harder, sending Mandy into silent gasps.
“We’ll write her name on your feet!” Alicia giggled excitedly.
Judy hung onto her evil smirk as she casually approached, rubbing her hands together with evil intent. “I know how to get it out of her.” Her evil smile lingered as she slowly reached down, grabbing Mandy by her inner-thighs. Her nimble fingers waited patiently, timing it just right, sliding directly into those little pockets and pinching that “death-spot” muscle, turning Mandy into a furious, drooling, thrashing ball of chaos.
“OOOOH FUCK! OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!!” Mandy was beyond frantic.
“Now I seriously doubt that’s her name,” teased Harley as she plunged back into Mandy’s helpless underarms with the sweetest smile on her face. She seemed so innocent, like a third-party observer, like she wasn’t even taking part in the action. She kind of removed herself from the equation, as if none of this were her fault; she’s just going with the flow. “That can’t be her name, silly! Hehehe, that’s a dirty word!” She gently clawed her fingernails against Mandy’s outstretched pits with a sadistic vigor, while Judy held on tight to the “death-spot.”
”Give me a name, you little shit,” Judy knew that once she touched that nerve, she was going to need to hold on for dear-life, and she was right. Those muscles clenched so tight, her fingers almost got stuck. “Who did you piss off, crazy girl? Huh?” she continued to tease as she pinched and prodded.
The poor thrashing mental patient was having a panic attack. Her eyes darted towards the door as she began to scream, “HELP!! HEEEEEEELLLLLLPPP!!!”
“Nobody can hear you,” Judy leaned in with a smirk, “and if they could, they’d help us. Your only option is to give us that name…”
Mandy totally broke. “MRS. SAAHAHAHAH… MRS. SSAHAHAHAHAHA…” she was trying desperately to give them what they wanted but they were tickling her so bad she could barely form words.
“Spa spa spa spit it out!” Tammy laughed jokingly before gliding the ballpoint pen down that silky, smooth arch. All four girls showed zero empathy as they tickled harder, knowing they were making it impossible.
Finally, Mandy mustered up every ounce of energy and strength she could and screamed at the top of her lungs, “MRS SUUUUUSSSAAAAAAHAHAHA… MRS SUUUUUSSSAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Judy raised an eyebrow. She didn’t let go.
“Susan? Susan Scott? Elliot’s mom?”
“Wait, you know her?” asked Alicia as she perked up with curiosity.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Judy’s face turned from playful and sly to serious, “are you the little scamp that was dating Elliot?”
The vibes in the room shifted as Harley Quinn let out a playful, “Ooooooooooooo,” as if to say, ‘you’re in trouble now.’
Judy dug in with a freshly charged ferocity and a look of real anger. “Oh, you fucked up,” she said as she ruthlessly squeezed at Mandy’s death-spot, “you fucked up, bad.”
Mandy went into an eerie state of silence. No sound at all, just a look of pure shock on her face as her brain tried to process the overload. Finally her breath caught and she gasped, drawing in for a whole five seconds before releasing the most brutal, primal, death-shriek she’d ever heard come from her own body.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
“Oh yea, there’s the spot,” teased Judy, “I am NOT going to let go. Sorry, honey. You pissed off the wrong Moma.”
Harley Quinn giggled sweetly, “Tsk, tsk, tsk! It’s not nice to piss off Mommies. Where did you learn your manners? Huh?”
“She doesn’t have any. But she’s going to learn some today,” shot Judy as she pinched even harder.
Tammy chimed in, “Well, this foot is completely covered. I need to scrub it clean and start over,” she winked at Alicia who was busy coloring in Mandy’s toes. But Alicia received the message loud and clear, and with a smirk, said, “I might have a hairbrush in my purse! You can use that!”
Alicia reached into her purse and handed Tammy a small hairbrush. The moment those bristles pushed into that soft flesh on Mandy’s fat little, pink foot, the poor mental-patient saw stars.
“BLAAAAAAGGGHHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!” a long trail of drool rolled down her chin as her eyes found their way to the back of her skull. It took her a few seconds to regain her awareness. Her eyes came back with a serious look of panic and fear. She was hyperventilating furiously and suddenly felt tears forming up. That ball in the back of her throat swelled and without warning, she burst out crying.
“JUUUUUUST… FUCKING… STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPP!!!!!!!” her voice cracked as she tried to show rage, yanking at her arms with all her strength. She gritted her teeth and made the angriest scowl she could, trying anything, even intimidation, just anything to get the tickling to stop. But all it brought was humiliation.
Tammy glanced up from her scrubbing and carelessly noted, “is she crying?”
Harely Quinn began giggling sweetly and mocking, “awwww, are you gonna cwy? Cry baby! Cry Baby! Hehehehe!”
Alicia was deep in her own little world, doodling a master-piece right in the middle of Mandy’s arch, and was too engulfed in her work to be bothered by the sounds of someone crying. She completely ignored it, and scribbled away happily.
Judy leaned in closer, still ruthlessly pinching away at Mandy’s thighs, hitting that death-spot just right. She took one hand away and used it to cup Mandy’s jaw as she whispered, “it’s not over because you’re crying. I’m gonna keep you here all night long. When these girls get tired of you, there will be another group. And then another. And we are all gonna tickle the shit out of you, no mercy, until the sun comes up. And every time you look at Elliot, I want you to re-live this moment. I want you to feel this all over again. I want you to remember; that if you ever even make the attempt to walk in his direction, Mrs. Susan and I will be watching. And we will catch you, and we will tickle the ever-living fuck out of you for weeks. We will hang you upside-down and tickle you until you throw up. Do you understand me?”
Mandy understood, but had no way of relaying the message through her desperate sobs and gasps for air. Before this, she couldn’t have ever conceived of giving Elliot the cold-shoulder, especially not for some lame ass bitch-mom. But now she was willing to do anything. Literally anything. Elliot? Who’s he? What Elliot? Never met the guy…
But unfortunately for the poor slutty mental patient, the night had only just begun. She had no idea, but the time was only around eleven o’clock or so at night. They still had a good seven hours before daylight, and Judy was going to make sure all seven hours were filled with desperate pleas and begging and screaming and crying and whatever else fit the punishment.
The Halloween party that year was enormous. Nobody could have predicted that large of a turn-out; it was even bigger than the town’s previous Christmas festivals. But one attraction stood out as gathering the most publicity; The Tickle-Torture Chamber.
People came to gawk at the spectacle of real insane-asylum torture. Sure, it was just tickling. But the reactions of the “actor” were what really drew the crowd. She really sold her “performance.”
The End... (unless Mandy can keep her paws off Elliot) ...😉
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