Chris31
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(a Halloween tickle-trick story about a mother’s revenge, public/f, non-con)
-Haven’t written in a while. I think everybody secretly yearns for Halloween all year round, so of course I wrote a Halloween story. Stole the rest of the idea from another story on here. More of a “slow-burn” than “tickle-action” story. Kind of reaching for Poe-vibes, here. Hope you like it! =)
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Mandy’s Amontillado
Susan was a fierce lioness of a mother who was very protective of her only son, 25 year old Elliot, and always judged his girlfriends harshly. She could still remember the uneasiness she felt when he brought home Mandy- a skinny, shrimpy little brunette, two years older than him, with bangs and big wire-framed glasses. Despite her nerdy features, she was far too bubbly and flirty for her own good, Susan thought, and was a for-sure sign of trouble.
Things didn’t go well for Mandy from the start. Susan’s first impression of the girl was when she dropped her son off late one night after a party. Elliot walked through the door two hours late, reeking of weed; his mother was furious.
Susan tried to give the girl another chance, though, by inviting her over for dinner. The whole thing went horribly, as Mandy showed up in short-shorts and a mid-rift tank-top and couldn’t keep her hands off Elliot all night. The blonde lioness sat and glared at the dinner table as Mandy giggled and flirted away, making a scene by poking at his sides and putting her hands up his shirt.
The protective mother decided to put an end to the relationship, but Elliot wasn’t having it. He stubbornly refused to stop seeing his new flirty girlfriend, claiming to be in love. He was in deep. And Susan became worried. She had to figure out a way to separate those two. But how?
An idea began to form after the July pool-party. Every year, Susan and her husband held a big neighborhood pool party on the hottest day of July. This year, Mandy invited herself and came wearing only her skimpy little thong bikini. She was, of course, flirty as ever, and made a scene out of touching and tickling and putting her hands all over Susan’s little boy. Obviously, Elliot was no “little boy,” but Susan still felt that strong urge to shield her son from that cute, young, half nude thing swishing her hair around in the pool.
That’s when she heard it; the loudest, most animalistic shriek Susan had ever heard coming from the pool. She turned to look just in time to catch the scene; Elliot had gotten sick of being tickled and decided to tickle back, catching Mandy completely off guard. Just one little pinch of her side sent the feisty thing flying into hysterics, screaming as she ran out of the pool and into the house, dragging water everywhere. She was so flustered she locked herself in Elliot’s room and wouldn’t open the door until he promised to never tickle her again. Susan watched the whole thing unfold from afar with a mischievous grin. “So the little bitch can dish it out, but can’t take it?” she thought to herself, “Good.”
As August turned into September, and then September to October, the leaves changed from summer green to autumn brown. Susan had not forgotten about the July pool party and began to devise plans within plans for the upcoming Halloween event. Every year, the neighbors held a big Halloween party for the whole community. She knew her son would be there. And of course, where Elliot went, his flirty little shadow would follow.
Susan knew she had to separate Elliot and keep him distracted or the plan wouldn’t work. If he knew what his mother had in store for his sweet little love-bird he’d put an end to it immediately. But he would never find out; Susan paid her co-workers to continuously distract him throughout the night, making sure he would be constantly engulfed in party and festivities, totally unaware of anything amiss.
The neighbors who threw the Halloween event had a humungous house and every year, they worked hard to turn it into a haunted-house of sorts complete with full-on realistic displays, hanging bodies, torture chambers… the whole nine yards! They collected weird torture equipment and scary Halloween decorations all year just for this special party… and it was one of these weird pieces of torture equipment that caught Susan’s eye. It was a chair, a bit like a dentist’s chair, or a chair you might see at a tattoo parlor, but it was flat and broad and very sturdy, and had leather straps lining the sides. It was meant to completely immobilize its victim, and it looked like it was in functioning condition. Susan just smiled sweetly at the thought, on the outside seemingly charming and aloof, yet with a devilish scheme brewing deep within.
Last year, the chair was a part of a display where they had a paid-actor lie, tied down, with a bag over his face. He would lie completely still until someone got near him and then pretend to struggle. It was a jump-scare that worked every time and was quite popular that year. But this year Susan had a new display idea.
It was around October 15th or so, about half way through the month when Susan contacted the neighbors about renting out her own display at their Halloween party. They were thrilled! They had never had someone reach out and offer to pay money to set up their own display- even wanting to rent equipment and everything! They were so thrilled; they offered to give Susan the “sound-booth.” They explained that one of their sons liked to record music and had made the room totally sound-proof so that he could record loudly. It worked well as a display room though, because the noise from the rest of the house was blocked out. The room was nice and secluded, and would be far back in one of the “dungeon” areas of the Halloween set-up.
The sleek lioness licked her lips at the offer. Lady Luck seemed to be working her dark magic this season. When she humbly accepted the “sound-booth,” she was then offered paid-actors to which she politely declined. “Oh thank you,” she smiled sweetly, “I have an actor already in mind…”
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Then came the day; October 31st. It began just like any other day; with a crisp chill in the autumn air as the birds sang sweetly in the bare trees. Susan shivered as she pulled off her blankets and slowly rolled out of bed. She got her morning cup of coffee and stood by the kitchen window gazing out at the blank sky. Suddenly a light touch, light as a feather, gently brushed her leg and made her insides tighten for a brief moment. Startled, her hand instinctively scratched the itch and she glanced down to find it was just the sash of her robe. She let a small grin befall her lips as the thought of being tickled as a torture slipped into her mind. A small shiver ran up her spine and goosebumps formed on her arms and legs. Oh this was going to be torture, alright. “I hope she pees herself,” she thought. “Yeah! I hope they tickle her so bad she pees! Maybe she’ll finally feel a little humility… probably not. She’s such a smut, she’ll probably just cry about it and blame everybody else. Like this wasn’t a long time coming. Like she doesn’t totally deserve this!” Her mind seemed to wander. She was caught off guard by an intrusive thought; does Mandy deserve this?
As Susan stood by the window, sipping her morning coffee, she began to re-think her vengeful endeavor. What was she doing? She was about to trick some girl, some twenty seven year old woman, but still, into a humiliating scenario where she’d be bullied and teased and… well… tickled. Just the thought of the word… tickled… made her shutter. This wasn’t right. Maybe she shouldn’t go through with it…
It was just then that the house-phone rang. Susan reached to answer. She picked up the phone but before she could greet the caller she heard a distinctive voice come over the receiver.
“Heya sugar dick. You wanna lick some more Mandy’s candy?”
Susan sat there in silence. And then the voice said, “Hello?”
“Mandy?” Susan asked.
“Oh shit! Um. Fuck. I mean, fuck me. I mean, just… tell Smelliot I called, okay? Shit…” and just as quickly as the call began, the line produced a dial tone. Susan sat there in silence for a minute before gathering her thoughts. What was she doing? What did she mean, what was she doing? She was being a good mother! She was doing what any good mother would do; getting that little slut away from her son! It had to be done. Was it mean? Was it cruel? Yes… but it was far less cruel than allowing this little monster to corrupt her handsome Elliot. Her decision was final.
Susan made it to her neighbor’s house around 5pm to begin setting up her display, carrying a stack of large canvases covered in blankets. The whole house was blasted in Halloween decorations and people were setting up other displays in different rooms. The sly lioness made her way through the terrifying dungeon, past hanging bodies and chained up plastic torture victims, until she came to her spot; the sound-booth with the dreaded immobilizer. She smirked at the thought- just wait until Mandy sees my signs go up. Just wait until the realization hits her… oh this is going to be so good!
There was just one final step of the plan; she asked her neighbor if she could use the phone, “I’ve gotta call my actor!” she smiled. The neighbor agreed and Susan was led to the kitchen where a house-phone hung on the wall. She dialed Mandy’s number.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Hey Mandy, it’s…”
Susan was abruptly cut off by a dial tone. She laughed to herself, “heh, I guess I didn’t expect this to be easy.” She dialed the numbers again. Ring. Ring.
“Hello?”
“Listen Mandy, don’t hang up!” …there was a soft click and then a dial tone. Susan almost threw the phone at the wall in frustration. She has to answer! This has to work!
She held her breathe and dialed the numbers again, crossing her fingers and tapping her foot in a nervous pattern. Please pick up. Please pick up.
“Hello?”
“Please don’t hang up!! Mandy, I wanna talk… I think you’re good for Elliot! I was wrong about you and I wanna make a connection…” there was a long stretch of silence on the other end as Susan waited with bated breath. “…Hello?” she asked meekly.
“Um… that’s weird,” Mandy replied in a dry voice.
“Wait, what? What’s weird?” Susan tried to keep her composure.
“I thought you hated me.” There was a long pause of silence as Susan waited for more, but nothing came.
“I do! I mean, I do nottttt hate you. I just… misunderstood you!” Susan fumbled but caught her words and then anxiously waited for a reply. More silence. And then…
“Misunderstood? What don’t you understand?”
“I, um, “ Susan stuttered; this conversation was getting her nowhere. She needed to speed things up. “I, um, okay listen; I’ve got a job for you. I think if you came out and we worked together, we would bond and I could get to understand you better! Ya know?” Susan waited, again in silence, as the seconds on the clock began to echo in the background.
There was a long pause, but finally Mandy spoke, “a job?”
“Yeah, at the Halloween party! Its…” Susan was cut off mid-sentence.
“Working the Halloween party? Fuck yea! Count me in!”
Susan’s worried face relaxed as her wicked grin began to reappear, “Oh good!” she could feel her voice go up in pitch, “Just ask for Cathy and she’ll lead you to the sound-booth, it’s in the back of the dungeon…”
“Cool. I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Heh, well actually it would be better if…” Susan was cut off by that familiar soft click and then a dial tone. The little bitch. “Welp, that actually went better than it could have,” she thought to herself. The plan was in motion. Elliot was thoroughly distracted and Mandy was on her way right into the spider’s web.
Susan began to hang her canvasses up while leaving the blankets over them to veil what messages they conveyed, at least for now. She couldn’t let Mandy see them, at least not yet. She was just putting the finishing touches on everything when the girl of the hour arrived.
Mandy showed up in a tiny-skirt and skimpy-top outfit that left little to the imagination. Her face was heavily powdered and her eyes were heavily shadowed, followed by her hair being a total wreck.
“I’m a slutty mental-patient!” she proudly proclaimed.
“You sure are,” Susan muttered under her breath. Of course Mandy was none-the-wiser as she carelessly bounced over to the leather chair.
“Ooooo, what’s this?” she asked as she curiously ran her fingers along one of the straps.
“That’s part of the display. And also part of your job.”
“My job is to be a torture victim? Cool!” Mandy wasn’t spooked. She was kind of thrilled. Which only made Susan’s smirk more prevalent. This couldn’t be going any smoother.
“So you’re going to lie down on top of that, and then I’ll strap you in…” Susan began.
“Then I get to, what? Play dead?”
“Just until people enter the room…”
“Then I can scream like a crazy mental patient!” Mandy’s eyes lit up. She seemed to enjoy this idea. Little did she know, she would be screaming like a mental patient soon enough.
“You seem to understand the assignment,” the lioness purred, “shall we get prepped?”
Mandy bounced herself onto the leather chair and laid back, stretching her hands out above her head. She arched her back and let out a moan. “Mmm, harder, daddy!” she joked as she began to giggle. Susan hardly thought the joke was appropriate, but she tried to force a laugh to carry on the act.
“Heh, just hold your arms still for a second while I do the straps…”
“Oh, yes Mommy,” the slutty mental-patient jokingly replied. Susan cringed silently at the thought of this bitch calling her “mommy.” The act of calling her “mom” should be sweet, not some weird sexual innuendo. Of course Mandy would corrupt it; make it something dirty. She was dirty. Which is why she couldn’t be allowed to see Elliot.
“Just a few more straps and we’ll do the other arm,” Susan hummed as she reveled in the fact that Mandy’s arm was now totally immobile; totally stuck, the whole arm, firmly strapped to the chair.
“Yea that’s a lot of fuckin’ straps,” Mandy said as she tugged, “this thing is fuckin’ thorough!”
“Hey, watch your language, young lady!” Susan accidently broke character for a second but caught it before she could say too much. She held her breath.
Mandy raised an eyebrow and looked up with a bratty expression, “see? That’s your problem,” she spat, “it’s like you’ve always got a stick up your ass! No offense.”
Susan imagined knocking her out with a baseball bat. “None taken?”
“Like, you can be a real bitch sometimes. And it’s not just to me. But you’re kind of a bitch in general. Just, everybody thinks so. Like, even my mom said so,” as Mandy rambled on, the smiling lioness couldn’t strap her up fast enough. “But I’m glad you came around, though,” Mandy continued, “I’m glad you’re finally willing to like, chill out and listen, and stop being such a fuckin bitch all the time.”
Susan grinned a big, plastic, forceful grin. “Okay, onto your legs…” She started at the ankles, securing the straps tightly and then working her way up each leg; strapping the knees, and then the thighs. One at a time, she tightened them, until Mandy’s tiny frame was completely immobilized.
“Can I ask you a question about Elliot?” Mandy piped from her position; strapped securely to the leather chair. Her head could just barely swivel enough to see her boyfriend’s mother.
“Funny you should ask,” the lioness hummed, “I wanted to ask you a question about Elliot.”
“Oh, well you first!” said the unsuspecting mental-patient.
“Why do you like tickling him?”
The question threw Mandy off. She was confused at first, and let out a sheepish giggle as she asked, “what?” But as she did, she was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of instant regret. She didn’t want to know “what?” She wanted with everything in her to ignore that last question completely. But it was too late.
“I asked, ‘why do you like tickling Elliot?’” Susan reiterated, feeling herself taking back control.
“I…” Mandy felt a ball forming in the back of her throat as she fell silent. What was going on?
“You… what? You need a sense of control? You like making him feel helpless?” the lioness spat, finally dropping her act and falling out of character, she began to rant, “see, at first I thought you were just being hand-sy and flirty- like you just wanted an excuse to put your hands all over him. But then I realized, no, it was something deeper- some hidden idiosyncrasy- some subliminal behavioral pattern locked away in the primal recesses of your mind; someone tickled you BAD. And you absolutely HATE it, don’t you? You can’t stand being tickled! You gave yourself away at the July pool party when you caused that scene, drug water all over my house, freaked out, and just about had a mental breakdown over a playful poke to the ribs. My boy hardly touched you and you threw the biggest damn temper tantrum- there’s only one reason for a reaction like that; you’re a spoiled little brat who can dish it out but can’t take it!”
Susan pulled the blanket off one of the canvases to reveal a sign that read, “TICKLE TORTURE CHAMBER!”
Mandy’s eyes got wide with fear and she immediately began pulling at her wrists in a panic. “Wh…what the fuck? What the fuck is this? Okay, this isn’t funny!!”
“Oh I agree!” the tall lioness pulled the blanket off another sign to reveal an informational story-line of the history of tickle-torture. “This is no laughing matter.”
“Wait! Fuck… HELP!!” Mandy was really struggling, now. But Susan just smiled calmly. She pulled the blanket off of another sign that said, “For the Crimes of Promiscuity and Witch Craft,” in big bold letters and then underneath there was some smaller text.
Susan smirked as she said, “you probably can’t read it from your position, so I’ll read it to you. It says, ‘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!’”
Mandy stayed quiet for a moment; she had stopped struggling and was now frozen in fear. She let what felt like 15 minutes pass before finally choking out, “wh... why are you doing this?”
“Why? Because I want you out of my life! And I want you out of Elliot’s life!”
“Okay!” Mandy cried, “I’ll stay away from Elliot! Just please…”
“See, here’s the thing. I don’t believe you,” Susan calmly sauntered down to Mandy’s feet and began to menacingly untie her left shoe. “Nah, I don’t think you’re exactly a trustworthy type of gal,” she teased as she gently lifted off the tennis shoe. This sent Mandy back into a panic as she began struggling again, kicking her feet wildly, to literally no avail.
“So we’re just gonna expose these pretty pink soles…”
“Nooo!! Leave my shoes!! You don’t have to do this!!” the slutty little mental-patient was now in almost complete hysterics; yanking at her arms, kicking her feet, eyes filling up with tears. “Pleeeease!!” she pleaded.
Susan peeled off the girl’s damp, warm sock with slow precision, exposing her almost glowing pink flesh underneath. Her bare foot radiated its own nervous energy, twitching and trembling as the cool air made contact. Mandy was suddenly very aware of how vulnerable she was. Her bare feet were going to be exposed and there was nothing she could do about it. There was no way to defend herself. This was it. It was going to happen. And it was going to tickle… bad.
Susan removed her victim’s other sock, slowly, methodically, drawing out the moment and sending Mandy’s anxiety through the roof. Then she stood back and admired her work, watching the immobilized mental-patient struggle in a fit of pure panic. “She can panic all she wants,” Susan thought, “I’m taking my time with this.”
“Are you ready to get tortured?” the sly lioness asked with a devilish grin. “The second I open that door, people are gonna flood this room. They’re gonna read my signs. You might be able to stall them for a minute or two, sure. You can beg and plead and say it’s all just a mistake. But mob-mentality will set in, soon enough. And once they get stirred up into a tickling frenzy, well, let’s just say it’s gonna be really hard to calm them down. So, shall we proceed?”
“Wait!” Mandy shouted in one last desperate attempt to change her fate, “I’ll leave him alone! I promise!!”
“Oh, I know; because I’m going to leave you alone, here, in the tickle dungeon,” Susan quipped with a careless smile. “I’m gonna go check on my son, see how he’s enjoying the festivities so far. I’ll be back in a few hours, maybe.” Her careless smile grew wicked and menacing as she opened the door and the sound-booth was instantly flooded with party-goers in costumes. The noise level grew and drowned out Mandy’s attempted pleas for help as people began to laugh and converse about the signage; “tickle torture chamber? Huh? Oooooh, what’s this? Halloween prank? Guys, come here and read this!” … “She was mean to someone’s mom!” … “Ew! Who does that? Yea, don’t let her out!” … “Get her!”
Susan stood in the doorway just long enough to hear Mandy’s cries and pathetic begging turn into shrieks and screams. As she shut the door behind her, the noise instantly disappeared. And so did her problems with her son’s flirty girlfriend.
-Haven’t written in a while. I think everybody secretly yearns for Halloween all year round, so of course I wrote a Halloween story. Stole the rest of the idea from another story on here. More of a “slow-burn” than “tickle-action” story. Kind of reaching for Poe-vibes, here. Hope you like it! =)
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Mandy’s Amontillado
Susan was a fierce lioness of a mother who was very protective of her only son, 25 year old Elliot, and always judged his girlfriends harshly. She could still remember the uneasiness she felt when he brought home Mandy- a skinny, shrimpy little brunette, two years older than him, with bangs and big wire-framed glasses. Despite her nerdy features, she was far too bubbly and flirty for her own good, Susan thought, and was a for-sure sign of trouble.
Things didn’t go well for Mandy from the start. Susan’s first impression of the girl was when she dropped her son off late one night after a party. Elliot walked through the door two hours late, reeking of weed; his mother was furious.
Susan tried to give the girl another chance, though, by inviting her over for dinner. The whole thing went horribly, as Mandy showed up in short-shorts and a mid-rift tank-top and couldn’t keep her hands off Elliot all night. The blonde lioness sat and glared at the dinner table as Mandy giggled and flirted away, making a scene by poking at his sides and putting her hands up his shirt.
The protective mother decided to put an end to the relationship, but Elliot wasn’t having it. He stubbornly refused to stop seeing his new flirty girlfriend, claiming to be in love. He was in deep. And Susan became worried. She had to figure out a way to separate those two. But how?
An idea began to form after the July pool-party. Every year, Susan and her husband held a big neighborhood pool party on the hottest day of July. This year, Mandy invited herself and came wearing only her skimpy little thong bikini. She was, of course, flirty as ever, and made a scene out of touching and tickling and putting her hands all over Susan’s little boy. Obviously, Elliot was no “little boy,” but Susan still felt that strong urge to shield her son from that cute, young, half nude thing swishing her hair around in the pool.
That’s when she heard it; the loudest, most animalistic shriek Susan had ever heard coming from the pool. She turned to look just in time to catch the scene; Elliot had gotten sick of being tickled and decided to tickle back, catching Mandy completely off guard. Just one little pinch of her side sent the feisty thing flying into hysterics, screaming as she ran out of the pool and into the house, dragging water everywhere. She was so flustered she locked herself in Elliot’s room and wouldn’t open the door until he promised to never tickle her again. Susan watched the whole thing unfold from afar with a mischievous grin. “So the little bitch can dish it out, but can’t take it?” she thought to herself, “Good.”
As August turned into September, and then September to October, the leaves changed from summer green to autumn brown. Susan had not forgotten about the July pool party and began to devise plans within plans for the upcoming Halloween event. Every year, the neighbors held a big Halloween party for the whole community. She knew her son would be there. And of course, where Elliot went, his flirty little shadow would follow.
Susan knew she had to separate Elliot and keep him distracted or the plan wouldn’t work. If he knew what his mother had in store for his sweet little love-bird he’d put an end to it immediately. But he would never find out; Susan paid her co-workers to continuously distract him throughout the night, making sure he would be constantly engulfed in party and festivities, totally unaware of anything amiss.
The neighbors who threw the Halloween event had a humungous house and every year, they worked hard to turn it into a haunted-house of sorts complete with full-on realistic displays, hanging bodies, torture chambers… the whole nine yards! They collected weird torture equipment and scary Halloween decorations all year just for this special party… and it was one of these weird pieces of torture equipment that caught Susan’s eye. It was a chair, a bit like a dentist’s chair, or a chair you might see at a tattoo parlor, but it was flat and broad and very sturdy, and had leather straps lining the sides. It was meant to completely immobilize its victim, and it looked like it was in functioning condition. Susan just smiled sweetly at the thought, on the outside seemingly charming and aloof, yet with a devilish scheme brewing deep within.
Last year, the chair was a part of a display where they had a paid-actor lie, tied down, with a bag over his face. He would lie completely still until someone got near him and then pretend to struggle. It was a jump-scare that worked every time and was quite popular that year. But this year Susan had a new display idea.
It was around October 15th or so, about half way through the month when Susan contacted the neighbors about renting out her own display at their Halloween party. They were thrilled! They had never had someone reach out and offer to pay money to set up their own display- even wanting to rent equipment and everything! They were so thrilled; they offered to give Susan the “sound-booth.” They explained that one of their sons liked to record music and had made the room totally sound-proof so that he could record loudly. It worked well as a display room though, because the noise from the rest of the house was blocked out. The room was nice and secluded, and would be far back in one of the “dungeon” areas of the Halloween set-up.
The sleek lioness licked her lips at the offer. Lady Luck seemed to be working her dark magic this season. When she humbly accepted the “sound-booth,” she was then offered paid-actors to which she politely declined. “Oh thank you,” she smiled sweetly, “I have an actor already in mind…”
*
Then came the day; October 31st. It began just like any other day; with a crisp chill in the autumn air as the birds sang sweetly in the bare trees. Susan shivered as she pulled off her blankets and slowly rolled out of bed. She got her morning cup of coffee and stood by the kitchen window gazing out at the blank sky. Suddenly a light touch, light as a feather, gently brushed her leg and made her insides tighten for a brief moment. Startled, her hand instinctively scratched the itch and she glanced down to find it was just the sash of her robe. She let a small grin befall her lips as the thought of being tickled as a torture slipped into her mind. A small shiver ran up her spine and goosebumps formed on her arms and legs. Oh this was going to be torture, alright. “I hope she pees herself,” she thought. “Yeah! I hope they tickle her so bad she pees! Maybe she’ll finally feel a little humility… probably not. She’s such a smut, she’ll probably just cry about it and blame everybody else. Like this wasn’t a long time coming. Like she doesn’t totally deserve this!” Her mind seemed to wander. She was caught off guard by an intrusive thought; does Mandy deserve this?
As Susan stood by the window, sipping her morning coffee, she began to re-think her vengeful endeavor. What was she doing? She was about to trick some girl, some twenty seven year old woman, but still, into a humiliating scenario where she’d be bullied and teased and… well… tickled. Just the thought of the word… tickled… made her shutter. This wasn’t right. Maybe she shouldn’t go through with it…
It was just then that the house-phone rang. Susan reached to answer. She picked up the phone but before she could greet the caller she heard a distinctive voice come over the receiver.
“Heya sugar dick. You wanna lick some more Mandy’s candy?”
Susan sat there in silence. And then the voice said, “Hello?”
“Mandy?” Susan asked.
“Oh shit! Um. Fuck. I mean, fuck me. I mean, just… tell Smelliot I called, okay? Shit…” and just as quickly as the call began, the line produced a dial tone. Susan sat there in silence for a minute before gathering her thoughts. What was she doing? What did she mean, what was she doing? She was being a good mother! She was doing what any good mother would do; getting that little slut away from her son! It had to be done. Was it mean? Was it cruel? Yes… but it was far less cruel than allowing this little monster to corrupt her handsome Elliot. Her decision was final.
Susan made it to her neighbor’s house around 5pm to begin setting up her display, carrying a stack of large canvases covered in blankets. The whole house was blasted in Halloween decorations and people were setting up other displays in different rooms. The sly lioness made her way through the terrifying dungeon, past hanging bodies and chained up plastic torture victims, until she came to her spot; the sound-booth with the dreaded immobilizer. She smirked at the thought- just wait until Mandy sees my signs go up. Just wait until the realization hits her… oh this is going to be so good!
There was just one final step of the plan; she asked her neighbor if she could use the phone, “I’ve gotta call my actor!” she smiled. The neighbor agreed and Susan was led to the kitchen where a house-phone hung on the wall. She dialed Mandy’s number.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Hey Mandy, it’s…”
Susan was abruptly cut off by a dial tone. She laughed to herself, “heh, I guess I didn’t expect this to be easy.” She dialed the numbers again. Ring. Ring.
“Hello?”
“Listen Mandy, don’t hang up!” …there was a soft click and then a dial tone. Susan almost threw the phone at the wall in frustration. She has to answer! This has to work!
She held her breathe and dialed the numbers again, crossing her fingers and tapping her foot in a nervous pattern. Please pick up. Please pick up.
“Hello?”
“Please don’t hang up!! Mandy, I wanna talk… I think you’re good for Elliot! I was wrong about you and I wanna make a connection…” there was a long stretch of silence on the other end as Susan waited with bated breath. “…Hello?” she asked meekly.
“Um… that’s weird,” Mandy replied in a dry voice.
“Wait, what? What’s weird?” Susan tried to keep her composure.
“I thought you hated me.” There was a long pause of silence as Susan waited for more, but nothing came.
“I do! I mean, I do nottttt hate you. I just… misunderstood you!” Susan fumbled but caught her words and then anxiously waited for a reply. More silence. And then…
“Misunderstood? What don’t you understand?”
“I, um, “ Susan stuttered; this conversation was getting her nowhere. She needed to speed things up. “I, um, okay listen; I’ve got a job for you. I think if you came out and we worked together, we would bond and I could get to understand you better! Ya know?” Susan waited, again in silence, as the seconds on the clock began to echo in the background.
There was a long pause, but finally Mandy spoke, “a job?”
“Yeah, at the Halloween party! Its…” Susan was cut off mid-sentence.
“Working the Halloween party? Fuck yea! Count me in!”
Susan’s worried face relaxed as her wicked grin began to reappear, “Oh good!” she could feel her voice go up in pitch, “Just ask for Cathy and she’ll lead you to the sound-booth, it’s in the back of the dungeon…”
“Cool. I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Heh, well actually it would be better if…” Susan was cut off by that familiar soft click and then a dial tone. The little bitch. “Welp, that actually went better than it could have,” she thought to herself. The plan was in motion. Elliot was thoroughly distracted and Mandy was on her way right into the spider’s web.
Susan began to hang her canvasses up while leaving the blankets over them to veil what messages they conveyed, at least for now. She couldn’t let Mandy see them, at least not yet. She was just putting the finishing touches on everything when the girl of the hour arrived.
Mandy showed up in a tiny-skirt and skimpy-top outfit that left little to the imagination. Her face was heavily powdered and her eyes were heavily shadowed, followed by her hair being a total wreck.
“I’m a slutty mental-patient!” she proudly proclaimed.
“You sure are,” Susan muttered under her breath. Of course Mandy was none-the-wiser as she carelessly bounced over to the leather chair.
“Ooooo, what’s this?” she asked as she curiously ran her fingers along one of the straps.
“That’s part of the display. And also part of your job.”
“My job is to be a torture victim? Cool!” Mandy wasn’t spooked. She was kind of thrilled. Which only made Susan’s smirk more prevalent. This couldn’t be going any smoother.
“So you’re going to lie down on top of that, and then I’ll strap you in…” Susan began.
“Then I get to, what? Play dead?”
“Just until people enter the room…”
“Then I can scream like a crazy mental patient!” Mandy’s eyes lit up. She seemed to enjoy this idea. Little did she know, she would be screaming like a mental patient soon enough.
“You seem to understand the assignment,” the lioness purred, “shall we get prepped?”
Mandy bounced herself onto the leather chair and laid back, stretching her hands out above her head. She arched her back and let out a moan. “Mmm, harder, daddy!” she joked as she began to giggle. Susan hardly thought the joke was appropriate, but she tried to force a laugh to carry on the act.
“Heh, just hold your arms still for a second while I do the straps…”
“Oh, yes Mommy,” the slutty mental-patient jokingly replied. Susan cringed silently at the thought of this bitch calling her “mommy.” The act of calling her “mom” should be sweet, not some weird sexual innuendo. Of course Mandy would corrupt it; make it something dirty. She was dirty. Which is why she couldn’t be allowed to see Elliot.
“Just a few more straps and we’ll do the other arm,” Susan hummed as she reveled in the fact that Mandy’s arm was now totally immobile; totally stuck, the whole arm, firmly strapped to the chair.
“Yea that’s a lot of fuckin’ straps,” Mandy said as she tugged, “this thing is fuckin’ thorough!”
“Hey, watch your language, young lady!” Susan accidently broke character for a second but caught it before she could say too much. She held her breath.
Mandy raised an eyebrow and looked up with a bratty expression, “see? That’s your problem,” she spat, “it’s like you’ve always got a stick up your ass! No offense.”
Susan imagined knocking her out with a baseball bat. “None taken?”
“Like, you can be a real bitch sometimes. And it’s not just to me. But you’re kind of a bitch in general. Just, everybody thinks so. Like, even my mom said so,” as Mandy rambled on, the smiling lioness couldn’t strap her up fast enough. “But I’m glad you came around, though,” Mandy continued, “I’m glad you’re finally willing to like, chill out and listen, and stop being such a fuckin bitch all the time.”
Susan grinned a big, plastic, forceful grin. “Okay, onto your legs…” She started at the ankles, securing the straps tightly and then working her way up each leg; strapping the knees, and then the thighs. One at a time, she tightened them, until Mandy’s tiny frame was completely immobilized.
“Can I ask you a question about Elliot?” Mandy piped from her position; strapped securely to the leather chair. Her head could just barely swivel enough to see her boyfriend’s mother.
“Funny you should ask,” the lioness hummed, “I wanted to ask you a question about Elliot.”
“Oh, well you first!” said the unsuspecting mental-patient.
“Why do you like tickling him?”
The question threw Mandy off. She was confused at first, and let out a sheepish giggle as she asked, “what?” But as she did, she was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of instant regret. She didn’t want to know “what?” She wanted with everything in her to ignore that last question completely. But it was too late.
“I asked, ‘why do you like tickling Elliot?’” Susan reiterated, feeling herself taking back control.
“I…” Mandy felt a ball forming in the back of her throat as she fell silent. What was going on?
“You… what? You need a sense of control? You like making him feel helpless?” the lioness spat, finally dropping her act and falling out of character, she began to rant, “see, at first I thought you were just being hand-sy and flirty- like you just wanted an excuse to put your hands all over him. But then I realized, no, it was something deeper- some hidden idiosyncrasy- some subliminal behavioral pattern locked away in the primal recesses of your mind; someone tickled you BAD. And you absolutely HATE it, don’t you? You can’t stand being tickled! You gave yourself away at the July pool party when you caused that scene, drug water all over my house, freaked out, and just about had a mental breakdown over a playful poke to the ribs. My boy hardly touched you and you threw the biggest damn temper tantrum- there’s only one reason for a reaction like that; you’re a spoiled little brat who can dish it out but can’t take it!”
Susan pulled the blanket off one of the canvases to reveal a sign that read, “TICKLE TORTURE CHAMBER!”
Mandy’s eyes got wide with fear and she immediately began pulling at her wrists in a panic. “Wh…what the fuck? What the fuck is this? Okay, this isn’t funny!!”
“Oh I agree!” the tall lioness pulled the blanket off another sign to reveal an informational story-line of the history of tickle-torture. “This is no laughing matter.”
“Wait! Fuck… HELP!!” Mandy was really struggling, now. But Susan just smiled calmly. She pulled the blanket off of another sign that said, “For the Crimes of Promiscuity and Witch Craft,” in big bold letters and then underneath there was some smaller text.
Susan smirked as she said, “you probably can’t read it from your position, so I’ll read it to you. It says, ‘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!’”
Mandy stayed quiet for a moment; she had stopped struggling and was now frozen in fear. She let what felt like 15 minutes pass before finally choking out, “wh... why are you doing this?”
“Why? Because I want you out of my life! And I want you out of Elliot’s life!”
“Okay!” Mandy cried, “I’ll stay away from Elliot! Just please…”
“See, here’s the thing. I don’t believe you,” Susan calmly sauntered down to Mandy’s feet and began to menacingly untie her left shoe. “Nah, I don’t think you’re exactly a trustworthy type of gal,” she teased as she gently lifted off the tennis shoe. This sent Mandy back into a panic as she began struggling again, kicking her feet wildly, to literally no avail.
“So we’re just gonna expose these pretty pink soles…”
“Nooo!! Leave my shoes!! You don’t have to do this!!” the slutty little mental-patient was now in almost complete hysterics; yanking at her arms, kicking her feet, eyes filling up with tears. “Pleeeease!!” she pleaded.
Susan peeled off the girl’s damp, warm sock with slow precision, exposing her almost glowing pink flesh underneath. Her bare foot radiated its own nervous energy, twitching and trembling as the cool air made contact. Mandy was suddenly very aware of how vulnerable she was. Her bare feet were going to be exposed and there was nothing she could do about it. There was no way to defend herself. This was it. It was going to happen. And it was going to tickle… bad.
Susan removed her victim’s other sock, slowly, methodically, drawing out the moment and sending Mandy’s anxiety through the roof. Then she stood back and admired her work, watching the immobilized mental-patient struggle in a fit of pure panic. “She can panic all she wants,” Susan thought, “I’m taking my time with this.”
“Are you ready to get tortured?” the sly lioness asked with a devilish grin. “The second I open that door, people are gonna flood this room. They’re gonna read my signs. You might be able to stall them for a minute or two, sure. You can beg and plead and say it’s all just a mistake. But mob-mentality will set in, soon enough. And once they get stirred up into a tickling frenzy, well, let’s just say it’s gonna be really hard to calm them down. So, shall we proceed?”
“Wait!” Mandy shouted in one last desperate attempt to change her fate, “I’ll leave him alone! I promise!!”
“Oh, I know; because I’m going to leave you alone, here, in the tickle dungeon,” Susan quipped with a careless smile. “I’m gonna go check on my son, see how he’s enjoying the festivities so far. I’ll be back in a few hours, maybe.” Her careless smile grew wicked and menacing as she opened the door and the sound-booth was instantly flooded with party-goers in costumes. The noise level grew and drowned out Mandy’s attempted pleas for help as people began to laugh and converse about the signage; “tickle torture chamber? Huh? Oooooh, what’s this? Halloween prank? Guys, come here and read this!” … “She was mean to someone’s mom!” … “Ew! Who does that? Yea, don’t let her out!” … “Get her!”
Susan stood in the doorway just long enough to hear Mandy’s cries and pathetic begging turn into shrieks and screams. As she shut the door behind her, the noise instantly disappeared. And so did her problems with her son’s flirty girlfriend.
