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The Black Widow (Part 4 F/F)
The Reporter and the Roadhouse Brawl
By
Jersey_tickler
&
Scinsor
At Captain Koon’s Saloon…
Earl sat in his office, counting up the money he’d been saving. Rufus was loading the marijuana into his car, which was a white 2003 Chevy Impala. The big bellied bartender had his Pontiac Firebird all set for the road, and he had his nephew ready to run the bar while he was gone for three weeks. He and Rufus were taking their eighty grand and using it to take a nice vacation. As soon as the Mexican Connection gang showed up, they were going to get the hell out of dodge.
“What time are they coming Earl” asked Rufus?
“Anytime now, and we’ll all be eighty thousand dollars richer”.
“And then it’s off to Vegas to put that money and our hustling skills to good use” stated Rufus, smiling at the memory of doubling his money, or tripling it.
Outside Captain Koon’s Saloon
Dom and Johnny soaked in the atmosphere, and spotted Earl’s Firebird way out back. It was only a matter of time before they took it right out of their grasp.
“Shall we flip a coin to see who gets to take the Pontiac for a ride asked Johnny.
“Fuck that spat Dom, let’s get a drink first, just to stick it to the bastard”.
“Sure said Johnny, I could go for a Bud Lime anyway”.
The two entered the bar like they owned the joint, giving the bar’s usual patrons the “What the fuck are you looking at” glance as they sat at the bar and ordered their drinks.
Johnny lit up a cigarette while he sipped his beer, with Dom giving him a dirty look.
“Why do you smoke, kid”?
“Because being a repo man is stressful enough, and I’m lucky enough to be just smoking cigs than doing speed, coke, or crack man”! “Besides, I smoked pot once, and that shit ain’t even addictive like they say it is. These Basics are more addictive and worse, legal too”.
“Touché said Dom clinking his bottle against Johnny’s in cheers, but hear me out anyway”. “We’re inside a bar, and all the smoke is pouring inside us rather than being outside where it all blows away. Not only are you making it worse for yourself, but you are also inflicting unhealthy air to me as well”.
“That’s the chance you took when you decide to go to the bar, everyone here who is a non-smoker knows the risk when they enter a bar, but does that stop them, hell no. Besides not only are their health’s compromised, but their lives are too”.
“You mean people getting loaded and then driving while loaded” asked Dom?
“Exactly said Johnny, hell, this cigarette may kill me someday, but one of these dudes could be killed after a vast number of these beers we’re drinking”.
“True, but there’s always a designated driver or someone sober who’s just a one call away stated Dom.
“But still, there are ways to beat lung cancer too protested Johnny, like getting on the donar list for a lung transplant or ridding your habit by a patch or herbal supplements. Even so, smoking and drinking are the same fucking ball park”.
“Johnny, you need to hire a shrink to hypnotize your nicotine addicted ass, ya know that”?
“Maybe one day I will said Johnny, but until that day, I want you to acknowledge that those beers are just as lethal as this cigarette I’m holding”.
“Okay John, for arguments sake, I will acknowledge that alcohol and tobacco are equals even though one is fatal and the other is not said Dom in frustration while letting out a sigh.
“Better than nothing said Johnny as he and Dom toasted a second time, you drive a hard bargain Dom”.
“Now are you ready to get back on the clock or are you gonna light up another” one asked Dom in a more serious tone as he finished off his beer?
“Yeah, I’m ready said Johnny, let’s go snag the keys from him.
Dom walked around the bar and pushed the bartender out of his way and burst into Earl’s office.
“What the fuck do you want he demanded, what is this”.
“This is me giving you a choice barked Dom, you give me the keys to that Pontiac or I pull them out of your fat ass”.
“Don’t tell me you’re a repo man groaned Earl, I still got until March 23rd to pay what I owe”.
“Today is the 23rd Mr. McCormick replied Dom, now I’ll take those keys”.
“No you won’t said Earl giving a nod, you’ll be breathing out your fucking forehead”.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dom saw Rufus with a silenced gun. In the quick of an instant he grabbed the guy’s wrist and and knocked the gun out of his hand causing Rufus to accidently squeeze off a shot into Earl’s arm. Shrieking in pain Earl fell off his chair and onto the floor. Dom punched Rufus in the gut and and then three times in the face. Then he swiped the keys off Earl’s desk and gave the fallen bartender a wink.
“Pleasure doing business with ya, pops he said with a smirk, you might want to put some pressure on that wound”.
“You cocksucker boomed Earl, I’ll kill you for this”!
Dom snickered as he walked back toward the bar, where Johnny kept tabs on the bartender on duty. With the keys in hand Dom and Johnny headed for the exit.
”GET THEM yelled Earl from the back, those bastards are stealing my car, free drinks for a week to the guys who get my keys back”!
All of a sudden six bikers got up from their table and surrounded Dom and Johnny.
“Not so fast Starsky and Hutch said one of them flashing a switchblade, you ain’t taking our man’s wheels with an offer like that”.
“Alright Johnny said Dom, you go left, I’ll go right”!
And the two dispersed into action, as a repo man never backs down”.
Back at the Black Widow’s humble abode.
“Come on in, my dear offered Robin, may I offer you some iced tea or lemonade”?
“Sure agreed Francine, lemonade sounds good”.
The two took their seats in the living room and drank their lemonade. Francine crossed her legs in ladylike fashion and Robin did her best to not look like she was checking out the redheaded reporter’s stocking legs.
“You have a lovely home noted Francine, is this all from you previous life as a porn star”?
“No, my divorce really helped me afford this nice humble abode explained Robin, at the price of infidelity of course”.
“I’m sorry to hear that said Francine with a look of sympathy, that’s why I have commitment phobia, because I have been cheated on before as well".
“It feels terrible indeed agreed Robin, but I can’t believe that any man would cheat on such a beautiful woman like you.
“Oh said Francine surprised by that comment, thank you very much”.
Francine did not consider herself beautiful being that she was so self conscious about the way she looked in glasses and the fact that she had been the tallest girl in her glass since 7th grade. That and her hands and feet were also big too. But her mother had explained to her that if her feet weren’t big, Francine wouldn’t be able to keep herself steady when she walked.
“So tell me, Ms. Steele, what have you been doing since your retirement in the adult film business asked Francine?
“Please hun, call me Robin began Robin. “Well since my divorce, I decided to take it easy and design costumes for some of my old friends in the business”. “Mainly renassiance material, that stuff sells at a pretty good price”. "If you ever need a renassiance dress at a reasonable price, I'm your go to girl".
"Oh thank you said Francine, but I've never really been a dress person. The last time I wore a dress, it was my senior prom".
"Can't say I am either agreed Robin, growing up in the country, I was a barefoot, jean wearing tomboy, until I was sixteen and I had boobs. Did you grow up in the country by chance, Francine, may I call you Francine"?
"Of course you may said Francine with a smile, and no I wasn't a country kind of girl. I can't even walk on the grass in my bare feet without it tickling, which is why I'm in shoes ninety percent of the time she added with a chuckle. Then she composed herself and proceeded to move on with the questionaire.
"So, Robin, in addition to your dress selling business, do you ever do any side work in the adult film business".
“Well started Robin, in the aftermath of my porn career, I dabbled into another type of business that involved adult eroticism”.
“Oh and what might that be” inquired Francine.
“Well, how about you come downstairs and I show you suggested Francine.
“Gosh muttered Francine shyly, I don’t know if I should because my ride is going to be here soon and-
“Oh nonsense, my dear scoffed Robin, it won’t take long and I guarantee it will be a great addition to your story”.
Francine thought for a moment, Dom and Johnny had said that they would be patiently waiting outside and didn’t mind waiting. Besides what if they ended up taking longer anyway, she’d have time to kill.
“Well if it’s important to my story, then I suppose I should said Francine.
“That’s the spirit crowed Robin, follow me”.
She led Francine downstairs and then walked all the way to the back where all the bondage equipment was. Francine took note of the sets of stocks, thinking to herself that she did some work on renassiance fair medieval stock imprisonment too. It was odd, but still sort of interesting. But the padded table really struck the redheaded reporter in a weird way, why would she need that piece of material.
“And what might this be for asked Francine, is it a souvenir from your old career”?
“No, not exactly for stag and handcore, hun said Robin.
“Oh, well I don’t mean to be rude, but how is this equipment vial to the story asked Francine feeling confused.
“Oh Francine, my dear said Robin with a giggle, this is just a quick show and tell, what I want to show you is in this room over here”.
Robin pointed to a room behind the padded table and then went over to open the door marked Spider Room.
“Spider room read Francine, what’s that”?
“You’ll see said Robin smiling, now please, come”.
Francine walked inside the room and Robin coaxed her into sitting down in an easy chair in the corner, and then she walked over to a bookcase and then pulled a book down and then it snapped back in place. As Robin stepped back, the bookcase revolved and turned the spider web that Juliet was stuck to. Francine gasped and put a hand to her mouth in shock at seeing the half naked young girl stuck to the web with a gag in her mouth.
“Wha, what is this she stammered feeling uneasy, why is she in that contraption”?
“Francine, I’d like you to meet Juliet, she’s an example of what I do in my spare time these days. Twenty years ago, her mother and I developed a coke habit, but then her mother decided to steal my entire stash. So I retaliated by stealing her idea for tickle porn, and I ruined her”. “So Juliet tried to infiltrate my home in an effort to steal a trophy that I won for the idea that I rightfully stole. Sweet Juliet tried to reclaim her family’s honor by taking the trophy that her mother should’ve won. But I figured her out right from the start, and decided to show give her a first hand experience at what her mother had envisioned”.
“So, what does this have to do with me” asked Francine feeling confused.
“You’re a reporter darling declared Robin, and I need you to jot this down for your story. However before you do that, I need you to personally put yourself in your story and have a first hand experience as well. You see, Juliet has been tickle tortured the entire weekend, and it’s time for her to meet her end with my venom injection. After I give it to her, I shall take her down and you shall go up there in her place and then I shall tickle you. But unlike Juliet, I have no desire to kill you too”.
“Are you insane cried Francine, you want to tie me to that web and tickle me”.
“Exactly said Robin, now please take off your clothes”.
“My clothes, why”?
“Because as you can see, Juliet is clad in only her underwear, and I’d like you to follow suit. It makes the tickling so much easier when the skin is bare she added with a wink.
Now then, make haste and you may set your clothing on that table so we can begin.
Robin walked over to her drawer and pulled out a large needle and gave it a flick. But before she got to stick it in Juliet, she turned around to see an empty easy chair and heard the sound of loud footsteps running up the stairs.
“Ahhhhh, a little game of cat and mouse, I love games cackled Robin.
Francine ran to the front door, and tried to open it but it wouldn’t open. The tall redhead was in a frantic panic, she knew that by refusing to undress would only result in being undressed by Robin. And she refused to let this woman see her in her undergarments so that she could do naughty things to her body. More footsteps could be heard coming up the steps. Francine turned paler than she already was, she had to do something and fast. Darting into the bathroom by the kitchen, she slammed the door shut and locked it.
Their was a loud knock at the door and she could only take one guess on who it was.
“Oh Franny came Robin’s cheery voice, it’s time to play eh! Be a good little girl and open the door, so I CAN RIP YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OFF AND TICKLE YOUR SEXY BODY, MUAH HA HA HA”!
“Go away screeched Francine, leave me alone”!
She opened the bathroom window and then stepped up and over the window sill and ran towards the gate. To her surprise, the guard came out to block her exit. Holding a stun in hand.
“You ain’t going nowhere sweetheart he said with a toothy grin, now turn around and go back inside”.
Gritting her teeth, Francine’s irish temper began to take over, she was going to get through this man by any mean’s necessary. Giving a grunt she charged at the guard like a bull and knocked the stun gun out of his hand. She struggled and tried to hit him but being bigger and stronger, the guard easily grabbed her wrists and restrained her. But Francine still had a few tricks literally up her sleeve. Kneeing the guard in the groin, she easily slipped out of her suit coat and then made a run for the gate. Frantically pulling at the door, she tried to pry it open, but to no avail it did no good.
“There’s no escape, Franny”!
“She turned around and saw Robin standing in front of the house, feather in hand.
“Good, that’s one article of clothing. Now, enough shenanigans dearie, get back inside and take the rest of your clothes off”.
“Go to hell, you sick psycho bitch yelled Francine.
Robin began to advance on Francine as the tall redheaded reporter got right in her face and pushed her back away.
“Oh, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you my scrumptious Irishwoman laughed Robin.
“You open the gate now, or else I’ll scream snapped Francine. “I am not going back into that house and I am not taking anything off, do you understand me”?
“Well you can scream all you want, Franny replied Robin, but it won’t do any good, no one around for miles. But if you want to get out so bad, the key to open the gate is on Tom’s belt there”.
Francine turned around but Tom was already on his feet and shoved the stun gun into her torso, sending volts of electric shock through Francine’s body. That caused Francine to fall down and then she saw darkness.
Twenty minutes later….
Francine awoke groggily and then slowly came to full consciousness in a matter of seconds. Relieved that she was still wearing her clothes, she was shocked and upset to see that her wrists were taped tightly to the arms of the easy chair and her ankles trapped in wooden stocks. A blindfold was around her eyes, with a piece of tape on her mouth too, and she began to muffle a few whimpers in frustration.
“Little Franny Wanny is awake, isn’t she”?
Francine shifted her head up in response to the voice. Footsteps could be heard, but being blindfolded prevented her from seeing the figure entering the room.
“Now Franny, the Grin Reaper is here, and he’s come for your SOLES”!
Francine tried to plead through the tape, but all that came out were more muffles.
Then she felt two hands squeeze her shoulders and Francine shut her eyes and gave a loud shriek in fright. But then the hands began to massage her shoulders, in an effort to calm her down.
“Shhhhhhhh, it’s okay sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you one bit. But I can’t guarantee that you won’t feel anything, he he he”.
Francine kept her eyes shut, but then opened one of them when she felt her left pump come off.
“Now then, I’m going to help you relax and take a load off. Or rather take your shoes off, I should say”. Off went the other shoe.
Setting both pumps on the table, Robin looked down and smirked as Robin’s stocking feet began to twitch and flex, perhaps enjoying the fact that they were out of shoes. But Francine felt somewhat different, and felt this wasn’t the time or place to be without her shoes.
“My, my cooed Robin, I absolutely love these chocolate colored stockings, Franny. They match your navy suit so nicely she added while tracing a finger from Francine’s knee to her ankle. Francine tried to contain her laughter, but spluttered a few giggles through the tape. Robin gave the stocking foot a quick sniff, then winced a little bit.
"Oh my, they sure don't smell like chocolate she teased while wrinkling her nose, my oh my, whew"
“Before I put you in my web, Franny began Robin, I must teach you a lesson in discipline, because you disobeyed a direct order from your mistress and must be punished in the stocks first”.
Francine tried to tell Robin that she wasn’t her mistress but the tape prevented her from annunciating that message. Which Robin found amusing.
“And I put tape on your mouth because I’m not going to give you the pleasure of laughing just yet, since you are being punished. And since I grew up in the south, I think that’s a great place for me to start”.
Seizing Robin’s left foot, she held the top of it with her iron grip to steady it.
“You sure have big feet, little girl noted Robin, are they a size ten”?
Francine nodded in agreement, as she did have gun boats for feet.
“Well I love a girl with big feet said Robin, because it gives me a lot to tickle”.
Still holding onto Francine’s stocking foot, she scratched her nails on Francine’s heel and then her arch, and then switch again. Francine giggled through the tape, and tried to pull her foot back but the stocks prevented her from doing so.
“He, he, he cackled Robin, tickle, tickle, Franny”!
And with that, she spider tickled Francine’s stocking foot with all ten fingers. Francine screamed through the tape and erupted into more laughter. Then Robin spider tickled her other stocking foot, and then went back to the left. Then the right, and the left again. Francine’s face began to turn red, in response to her laughter being trapped by the tape. Robin was relentless, she tickled both feet at the same time with each hand. Then she stopped, counted to ten, and did it again. She continued this charade for about five more minutes and then let Francine breathe through her nose while she went to her drawer.
“As sexy as those stockings are Franny, I think it’s time that I take them off, wouldn’t you agree”?
Francine shook her head no in response to that question, but Robin only grinned.
“Oh if only I left all my decisions regarding tickling, to you she sneered sweetly pulling out a large pair of scissors. Walking over to the redhead’s trapped ankles, she held them high so that Francine could get a good look at them.
“Now then, snip, snip she teased opening and closing the scissors a couple times.
Francine groaned as she felt the tip of her stocking getting stretched out, then shrieked when she felt a jolt of cool air hit her sweaty, newly, naked foot.
Robin felt her mouth water at the sight before her. Francine’s feet looked like they never saw the sun and the toes were long and had no polish. She had high arches and had a dark reddish tan on the sole. Robin thought that Francine had beautiful feet, and the cutest toes.
“Oh Franny, you have beautiful feet beamed Robin and you also have the cutest toes I’ve ever seen”!
Francine looked at her barefoot and noticed that her stocking still covered half of her foot. Her toes wiggled at their freedom, which made Robin lick her lips once more, obviously getting hungry for some feet.
“Mmmmmmm, I’m getting hungry for some feet purred Robin, but I think I’ll tickle them for now. In fact, I’m going to leave your other stocking intact, so I can see which is more ticklish, nylon or bare”.
Robin tickled Francine’s bare sole and then tickled her toes, Francine kept giggling through the tape and shook in head in attempted defiance.
“Awwww, is Franny Cakes really ticklish on her big bare feet taunted Robin.
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrr growled Francine through the tape. Her bare toes curled and flexed.
“What do we have here asked Robin, are these piggies stretching for a workout, perhaps a little tai beau”?
Seizing the redhead’s toes, she began to wiggle them against their will.
“Dance little piggies, dance, dance, dance. Shake those tootsies left and right, shake those tootsies, muah ha ha ha”!
Robin groaned and moaned at her toes being played with, which was the number reason she didn’t get pedicures. Hell, she didn’t even wear toenail polish, because she was so self conscious about her big feet. So she never wore sandals or flip flops or any open toed shoes, she didn’t like her feet and couldn’t believe that this woman did.
Then she felt sharp fingernails on her stocking sole and toes, and Francine roared more laughter through the tape, and she whimpered more in between her canned laughter.
“Ha, I should’ve known cried Robin, clasping her hands in triumph, these nylons only make the feet more sensitive. I think I’ll keep these on a bit longer just for spite she added giving Francine a wink. Then she tickled the barefoot and the stocking foot for another five minutes, as Francine felt tears roll down her cheeks from laughing so much.
When Robin stopped, Francine slumped her head forward. But then felt hands hold her cheeks and lift it up slowly and gentle. Robin looked Francine in the eyes and had a very warm and compassionate expression on her face.
“Now, Franny, I’m going to take the tape off, so if you be quiet, it will stay off”.
Very gently, Robin pulled the tape off and Francine began to breathe in gulps of air through her mouth. Then Robin gave her a drink of water from a straw, for the reporter’s dry lips.
“Please murmured Francine, please let me go, I can’t stand this”.
“I’m sorry, my dear apologized Robin but you can’t go just yet, not until you spend time in my web to really understand the truth about erotic tickle torture”. “But you have no reason to be afraid, you’ve done nothing wrong and I have no reason to hurt you, understand”?
Francine nodded slowly, and then Robin took note of the fact that Francine was starting to sweat.
“Uh oh, looks like you’re getting rather warm, well let’s get you more comfy”.
Robin pulled Francine’s blouse from the waistband of her skirt, and then began to slowly unbutton it.
“What are you doing, no, don’t take that off begged Francine.
“Relax, Franny, I’m just going to let this blouse air out assured Robin as she finished with the last button and then peeled the blouse off the shoulders and over the arms. Then she looked in awe at Francine in her cream colored bra.
“Oh my, look at those fine boobies cooed Robin, I can hardly wait to play with them”.
Francine blushed at that comment and shuddered at the thought of Robin fondling her breasts.
“Now then, why don’t you lie back and relax suggested Robin, turning the handle on the chair so that the chair leaned back. Then she took a feather and began to tickle Francine’s belly with it. The young busty reporter began to titter and tatter at that, her body quaking and shaking.
“HEHEEHHEHEEHHEHNOOOAAHHAHAHAHAAAAA NOT MY TUMMEHEHEHEEEEEEEMMMYYYY”!
Robin grinned with evil intentions in her eyes and then used the feather to drill into her bellybutton, Francine roared with laughter when Robin did that, which only encouraged the demonic tickler more.
“If you can’t stand to have you cute little innie tickled, what would you say if I were to do this”?
On that note, Robin bent down and blew a big raspberry on top of Francine’s bellybutton.
“EEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEP cried Francine, NOT THAT”!
That only encouraged Robin more, and she gave Francine another raspberry just for spite. Francie squealed yet again, as her bare belly was so sensitive.
“Oh my God, oh my God murmured Francine, please no more of that”!
“Of course Franny said Robin soothingly, no more of that, as I wish to explore other areas”.
Francine couldn’t figure out what Robin meant by that. But then she started to squawk when she felt Robin kiss her naked sole. She tittered and tattered and pleaded but it didn’t work. All it did was inspire Robin to kiss each one of her toes next.
“These are the best feet that I’ve ever kissed in my life exclaimed Robin, they are so big and your toes are so plump and meaty. They look good enough to eat even, if that were only possible”.
Francine was relieved to hear that, because she didn’t feel like her toes being eaten like food, fearing that Robin would actually cannibalize her tootsies. Then she heard Robin give an evil cackle, and then she felt the crazed woman’s lips wrap around her big toe and begin to suck and nibble on it.
“WAAHAAHAEHEHEHEHEHEEHHEHEEHE OH MY GOD screamed Francine, THAT TICKLES, OH MY GOD IT TICKLES SOOOOOOO BAHAAHHAHAAAAD”!
“Really asked Robin, I hadn’t noticed. Imagine how all five of your piggies will feel at being devoured”.
And with that, she nibbled and sucked the index toe, and then moved on to the remaining three toes, giving them the same treatment. Robin giggled and whimpered at her toes being shrimped, and then gasped when she felt Robin pry her toes apart.
“Guess what, Franny, I can see in between your toesies”!
“No begged Francine, not there, please not there”!
But Robin only ignored her and licked in between each toe on Robin’s left foot, her nails danced on her stocking heel just to torture her more.
“EEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEP NOOOOOOT THEHHHHEEEERE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”!
Then she felt a sharp prick on her naked shoulder and she grimaced. Then fifteen seconds later, she began to feel very woozy.
“That’s right, my little Franny, sleep for Mommmy Long Legs joked Robin, being that she was the infamous Black Widow Tickler. As Francine’s head slumped back into unconsciousness, Robin undid her bonds and unlocked the stocks. It was now time for the second part of Francine’s torture.
Inside Captain Koon’s Saloon.
Dom hit one of the bikers in the back with a pool cue, breaking the stick in half as the biker double over. Then he took a punch to the lip and retaliated by he throwing a roundhouse punch at the biker’s face. Johnny drop kicked one of the bikers who had socked him in the ribs, then threw a punch to another’s gut and then socked him in the jaw. Then they each grabbed another pool cue and used them to beat the other two bikers into submission. All six bikers were down, and the two repo men admired their handiwork, as a repo man has to be tough and know how to kick some ass.
“Let’s go find Fran suggested Dom, maybe she’s done with her interview already”.
“Yeah agreed Johnny, let’s get outta here Dom”.
The two repo men passed four Mexicans as they exited the bar. The four were all dressed in nice looking suits and had firearms concealed underneath them.
“Where’s Earl, Juan asked one of them, is he here”?
“His fat ass better be here, Chico said Juan, if he wants his money”.
The four of them walked to the back and saw Earl sitting at his desk, while Rufus stitched his wound. Earl looked up at the Mexicans with pleading eyes.
“What happened Earl, did you get robbed” asked Chico?
“Yeah cried Earl, those two young punks just beat up six of my best customers and are now taking my Firebird, which is where the goods are at”. “If you want your product, you gotta stop em”!
Chico and Juan spoke to each other in Spanish, and then shrugged.
“Alright gringo declared Juan, if the goods are in the trunk, we’ll bring you the money and be square. Now let’s get those motherfuckers, Chico”!
The four Mexicans dispersed and headed for the bar parking lot.
The Reporter and the Roadhouse Brawl
By
Jersey_tickler
&
Scinsor
At Captain Koon’s Saloon…
Earl sat in his office, counting up the money he’d been saving. Rufus was loading the marijuana into his car, which was a white 2003 Chevy Impala. The big bellied bartender had his Pontiac Firebird all set for the road, and he had his nephew ready to run the bar while he was gone for three weeks. He and Rufus were taking their eighty grand and using it to take a nice vacation. As soon as the Mexican Connection gang showed up, they were going to get the hell out of dodge.
“What time are they coming Earl” asked Rufus?
“Anytime now, and we’ll all be eighty thousand dollars richer”.
“And then it’s off to Vegas to put that money and our hustling skills to good use” stated Rufus, smiling at the memory of doubling his money, or tripling it.
Outside Captain Koon’s Saloon
Dom and Johnny soaked in the atmosphere, and spotted Earl’s Firebird way out back. It was only a matter of time before they took it right out of their grasp.
“Shall we flip a coin to see who gets to take the Pontiac for a ride asked Johnny.
“Fuck that spat Dom, let’s get a drink first, just to stick it to the bastard”.
“Sure said Johnny, I could go for a Bud Lime anyway”.
The two entered the bar like they owned the joint, giving the bar’s usual patrons the “What the fuck are you looking at” glance as they sat at the bar and ordered their drinks.
Johnny lit up a cigarette while he sipped his beer, with Dom giving him a dirty look.
“Why do you smoke, kid”?
“Because being a repo man is stressful enough, and I’m lucky enough to be just smoking cigs than doing speed, coke, or crack man”! “Besides, I smoked pot once, and that shit ain’t even addictive like they say it is. These Basics are more addictive and worse, legal too”.
“Touché said Dom clinking his bottle against Johnny’s in cheers, but hear me out anyway”. “We’re inside a bar, and all the smoke is pouring inside us rather than being outside where it all blows away. Not only are you making it worse for yourself, but you are also inflicting unhealthy air to me as well”.
“That’s the chance you took when you decide to go to the bar, everyone here who is a non-smoker knows the risk when they enter a bar, but does that stop them, hell no. Besides not only are their health’s compromised, but their lives are too”.
“You mean people getting loaded and then driving while loaded” asked Dom?
“Exactly said Johnny, hell, this cigarette may kill me someday, but one of these dudes could be killed after a vast number of these beers we’re drinking”.
“True, but there’s always a designated driver or someone sober who’s just a one call away stated Dom.
“But still, there are ways to beat lung cancer too protested Johnny, like getting on the donar list for a lung transplant or ridding your habit by a patch or herbal supplements. Even so, smoking and drinking are the same fucking ball park”.
“Johnny, you need to hire a shrink to hypnotize your nicotine addicted ass, ya know that”?
“Maybe one day I will said Johnny, but until that day, I want you to acknowledge that those beers are just as lethal as this cigarette I’m holding”.
“Okay John, for arguments sake, I will acknowledge that alcohol and tobacco are equals even though one is fatal and the other is not said Dom in frustration while letting out a sigh.
“Better than nothing said Johnny as he and Dom toasted a second time, you drive a hard bargain Dom”.
“Now are you ready to get back on the clock or are you gonna light up another” one asked Dom in a more serious tone as he finished off his beer?
“Yeah, I’m ready said Johnny, let’s go snag the keys from him.
Dom walked around the bar and pushed the bartender out of his way and burst into Earl’s office.
“What the fuck do you want he demanded, what is this”.
“This is me giving you a choice barked Dom, you give me the keys to that Pontiac or I pull them out of your fat ass”.
“Don’t tell me you’re a repo man groaned Earl, I still got until March 23rd to pay what I owe”.
“Today is the 23rd Mr. McCormick replied Dom, now I’ll take those keys”.
“No you won’t said Earl giving a nod, you’ll be breathing out your fucking forehead”.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dom saw Rufus with a silenced gun. In the quick of an instant he grabbed the guy’s wrist and and knocked the gun out of his hand causing Rufus to accidently squeeze off a shot into Earl’s arm. Shrieking in pain Earl fell off his chair and onto the floor. Dom punched Rufus in the gut and and then three times in the face. Then he swiped the keys off Earl’s desk and gave the fallen bartender a wink.
“Pleasure doing business with ya, pops he said with a smirk, you might want to put some pressure on that wound”.
“You cocksucker boomed Earl, I’ll kill you for this”!
Dom snickered as he walked back toward the bar, where Johnny kept tabs on the bartender on duty. With the keys in hand Dom and Johnny headed for the exit.
”GET THEM yelled Earl from the back, those bastards are stealing my car, free drinks for a week to the guys who get my keys back”!
All of a sudden six bikers got up from their table and surrounded Dom and Johnny.
“Not so fast Starsky and Hutch said one of them flashing a switchblade, you ain’t taking our man’s wheels with an offer like that”.
“Alright Johnny said Dom, you go left, I’ll go right”!
And the two dispersed into action, as a repo man never backs down”.
Back at the Black Widow’s humble abode.
“Come on in, my dear offered Robin, may I offer you some iced tea or lemonade”?
“Sure agreed Francine, lemonade sounds good”.
The two took their seats in the living room and drank their lemonade. Francine crossed her legs in ladylike fashion and Robin did her best to not look like she was checking out the redheaded reporter’s stocking legs.
“You have a lovely home noted Francine, is this all from you previous life as a porn star”?
“No, my divorce really helped me afford this nice humble abode explained Robin, at the price of infidelity of course”.
“I’m sorry to hear that said Francine with a look of sympathy, that’s why I have commitment phobia, because I have been cheated on before as well".
“It feels terrible indeed agreed Robin, but I can’t believe that any man would cheat on such a beautiful woman like you.
“Oh said Francine surprised by that comment, thank you very much”.
Francine did not consider herself beautiful being that she was so self conscious about the way she looked in glasses and the fact that she had been the tallest girl in her glass since 7th grade. That and her hands and feet were also big too. But her mother had explained to her that if her feet weren’t big, Francine wouldn’t be able to keep herself steady when she walked.
“So tell me, Ms. Steele, what have you been doing since your retirement in the adult film business asked Francine?
“Please hun, call me Robin began Robin. “Well since my divorce, I decided to take it easy and design costumes for some of my old friends in the business”. “Mainly renassiance material, that stuff sells at a pretty good price”. "If you ever need a renassiance dress at a reasonable price, I'm your go to girl".
"Oh thank you said Francine, but I've never really been a dress person. The last time I wore a dress, it was my senior prom".
"Can't say I am either agreed Robin, growing up in the country, I was a barefoot, jean wearing tomboy, until I was sixteen and I had boobs. Did you grow up in the country by chance, Francine, may I call you Francine"?
"Of course you may said Francine with a smile, and no I wasn't a country kind of girl. I can't even walk on the grass in my bare feet without it tickling, which is why I'm in shoes ninety percent of the time she added with a chuckle. Then she composed herself and proceeded to move on with the questionaire.
"So, Robin, in addition to your dress selling business, do you ever do any side work in the adult film business".
“Well started Robin, in the aftermath of my porn career, I dabbled into another type of business that involved adult eroticism”.
“Oh and what might that be” inquired Francine.
“Well, how about you come downstairs and I show you suggested Francine.
“Gosh muttered Francine shyly, I don’t know if I should because my ride is going to be here soon and-
“Oh nonsense, my dear scoffed Robin, it won’t take long and I guarantee it will be a great addition to your story”.
Francine thought for a moment, Dom and Johnny had said that they would be patiently waiting outside and didn’t mind waiting. Besides what if they ended up taking longer anyway, she’d have time to kill.
“Well if it’s important to my story, then I suppose I should said Francine.
“That’s the spirit crowed Robin, follow me”.
She led Francine downstairs and then walked all the way to the back where all the bondage equipment was. Francine took note of the sets of stocks, thinking to herself that she did some work on renassiance fair medieval stock imprisonment too. It was odd, but still sort of interesting. But the padded table really struck the redheaded reporter in a weird way, why would she need that piece of material.
“And what might this be for asked Francine, is it a souvenir from your old career”?
“No, not exactly for stag and handcore, hun said Robin.
“Oh, well I don’t mean to be rude, but how is this equipment vial to the story asked Francine feeling confused.
“Oh Francine, my dear said Robin with a giggle, this is just a quick show and tell, what I want to show you is in this room over here”.
Robin pointed to a room behind the padded table and then went over to open the door marked Spider Room.
“Spider room read Francine, what’s that”?
“You’ll see said Robin smiling, now please, come”.
Francine walked inside the room and Robin coaxed her into sitting down in an easy chair in the corner, and then she walked over to a bookcase and then pulled a book down and then it snapped back in place. As Robin stepped back, the bookcase revolved and turned the spider web that Juliet was stuck to. Francine gasped and put a hand to her mouth in shock at seeing the half naked young girl stuck to the web with a gag in her mouth.
“Wha, what is this she stammered feeling uneasy, why is she in that contraption”?
“Francine, I’d like you to meet Juliet, she’s an example of what I do in my spare time these days. Twenty years ago, her mother and I developed a coke habit, but then her mother decided to steal my entire stash. So I retaliated by stealing her idea for tickle porn, and I ruined her”. “So Juliet tried to infiltrate my home in an effort to steal a trophy that I won for the idea that I rightfully stole. Sweet Juliet tried to reclaim her family’s honor by taking the trophy that her mother should’ve won. But I figured her out right from the start, and decided to show give her a first hand experience at what her mother had envisioned”.
“So, what does this have to do with me” asked Francine feeling confused.
“You’re a reporter darling declared Robin, and I need you to jot this down for your story. However before you do that, I need you to personally put yourself in your story and have a first hand experience as well. You see, Juliet has been tickle tortured the entire weekend, and it’s time for her to meet her end with my venom injection. After I give it to her, I shall take her down and you shall go up there in her place and then I shall tickle you. But unlike Juliet, I have no desire to kill you too”.
“Are you insane cried Francine, you want to tie me to that web and tickle me”.
“Exactly said Robin, now please take off your clothes”.
“My clothes, why”?
“Because as you can see, Juliet is clad in only her underwear, and I’d like you to follow suit. It makes the tickling so much easier when the skin is bare she added with a wink.
Now then, make haste and you may set your clothing on that table so we can begin.
Robin walked over to her drawer and pulled out a large needle and gave it a flick. But before she got to stick it in Juliet, she turned around to see an empty easy chair and heard the sound of loud footsteps running up the stairs.
“Ahhhhh, a little game of cat and mouse, I love games cackled Robin.
Francine ran to the front door, and tried to open it but it wouldn’t open. The tall redhead was in a frantic panic, she knew that by refusing to undress would only result in being undressed by Robin. And she refused to let this woman see her in her undergarments so that she could do naughty things to her body. More footsteps could be heard coming up the steps. Francine turned paler than she already was, she had to do something and fast. Darting into the bathroom by the kitchen, she slammed the door shut and locked it.
Their was a loud knock at the door and she could only take one guess on who it was.
“Oh Franny came Robin’s cheery voice, it’s time to play eh! Be a good little girl and open the door, so I CAN RIP YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OFF AND TICKLE YOUR SEXY BODY, MUAH HA HA HA”!
“Go away screeched Francine, leave me alone”!
She opened the bathroom window and then stepped up and over the window sill and ran towards the gate. To her surprise, the guard came out to block her exit. Holding a stun in hand.
“You ain’t going nowhere sweetheart he said with a toothy grin, now turn around and go back inside”.
Gritting her teeth, Francine’s irish temper began to take over, she was going to get through this man by any mean’s necessary. Giving a grunt she charged at the guard like a bull and knocked the stun gun out of his hand. She struggled and tried to hit him but being bigger and stronger, the guard easily grabbed her wrists and restrained her. But Francine still had a few tricks literally up her sleeve. Kneeing the guard in the groin, she easily slipped out of her suit coat and then made a run for the gate. Frantically pulling at the door, she tried to pry it open, but to no avail it did no good.
“There’s no escape, Franny”!
“She turned around and saw Robin standing in front of the house, feather in hand.
“Good, that’s one article of clothing. Now, enough shenanigans dearie, get back inside and take the rest of your clothes off”.
“Go to hell, you sick psycho bitch yelled Francine.
Robin began to advance on Francine as the tall redheaded reporter got right in her face and pushed her back away.
“Oh, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you my scrumptious Irishwoman laughed Robin.
“You open the gate now, or else I’ll scream snapped Francine. “I am not going back into that house and I am not taking anything off, do you understand me”?
“Well you can scream all you want, Franny replied Robin, but it won’t do any good, no one around for miles. But if you want to get out so bad, the key to open the gate is on Tom’s belt there”.
Francine turned around but Tom was already on his feet and shoved the stun gun into her torso, sending volts of electric shock through Francine’s body. That caused Francine to fall down and then she saw darkness.
Twenty minutes later….
Francine awoke groggily and then slowly came to full consciousness in a matter of seconds. Relieved that she was still wearing her clothes, she was shocked and upset to see that her wrists were taped tightly to the arms of the easy chair and her ankles trapped in wooden stocks. A blindfold was around her eyes, with a piece of tape on her mouth too, and she began to muffle a few whimpers in frustration.
“Little Franny Wanny is awake, isn’t she”?
Francine shifted her head up in response to the voice. Footsteps could be heard, but being blindfolded prevented her from seeing the figure entering the room.
“Now Franny, the Grin Reaper is here, and he’s come for your SOLES”!
Francine tried to plead through the tape, but all that came out were more muffles.
Then she felt two hands squeeze her shoulders and Francine shut her eyes and gave a loud shriek in fright. But then the hands began to massage her shoulders, in an effort to calm her down.
“Shhhhhhhh, it’s okay sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you one bit. But I can’t guarantee that you won’t feel anything, he he he”.
Francine kept her eyes shut, but then opened one of them when she felt her left pump come off.
“Now then, I’m going to help you relax and take a load off. Or rather take your shoes off, I should say”. Off went the other shoe.
Setting both pumps on the table, Robin looked down and smirked as Robin’s stocking feet began to twitch and flex, perhaps enjoying the fact that they were out of shoes. But Francine felt somewhat different, and felt this wasn’t the time or place to be without her shoes.
“My, my cooed Robin, I absolutely love these chocolate colored stockings, Franny. They match your navy suit so nicely she added while tracing a finger from Francine’s knee to her ankle. Francine tried to contain her laughter, but spluttered a few giggles through the tape. Robin gave the stocking foot a quick sniff, then winced a little bit.
"Oh my, they sure don't smell like chocolate she teased while wrinkling her nose, my oh my, whew"
“Before I put you in my web, Franny began Robin, I must teach you a lesson in discipline, because you disobeyed a direct order from your mistress and must be punished in the stocks first”.
Francine tried to tell Robin that she wasn’t her mistress but the tape prevented her from annunciating that message. Which Robin found amusing.
“And I put tape on your mouth because I’m not going to give you the pleasure of laughing just yet, since you are being punished. And since I grew up in the south, I think that’s a great place for me to start”.
Seizing Robin’s left foot, she held the top of it with her iron grip to steady it.
“You sure have big feet, little girl noted Robin, are they a size ten”?
Francine nodded in agreement, as she did have gun boats for feet.
“Well I love a girl with big feet said Robin, because it gives me a lot to tickle”.
Still holding onto Francine’s stocking foot, she scratched her nails on Francine’s heel and then her arch, and then switch again. Francine giggled through the tape, and tried to pull her foot back but the stocks prevented her from doing so.
“He, he, he cackled Robin, tickle, tickle, Franny”!
And with that, she spider tickled Francine’s stocking foot with all ten fingers. Francine screamed through the tape and erupted into more laughter. Then Robin spider tickled her other stocking foot, and then went back to the left. Then the right, and the left again. Francine’s face began to turn red, in response to her laughter being trapped by the tape. Robin was relentless, she tickled both feet at the same time with each hand. Then she stopped, counted to ten, and did it again. She continued this charade for about five more minutes and then let Francine breathe through her nose while she went to her drawer.
“As sexy as those stockings are Franny, I think it’s time that I take them off, wouldn’t you agree”?
Francine shook her head no in response to that question, but Robin only grinned.
“Oh if only I left all my decisions regarding tickling, to you she sneered sweetly pulling out a large pair of scissors. Walking over to the redhead’s trapped ankles, she held them high so that Francine could get a good look at them.
“Now then, snip, snip she teased opening and closing the scissors a couple times.
Francine groaned as she felt the tip of her stocking getting stretched out, then shrieked when she felt a jolt of cool air hit her sweaty, newly, naked foot.
Robin felt her mouth water at the sight before her. Francine’s feet looked like they never saw the sun and the toes were long and had no polish. She had high arches and had a dark reddish tan on the sole. Robin thought that Francine had beautiful feet, and the cutest toes.
“Oh Franny, you have beautiful feet beamed Robin and you also have the cutest toes I’ve ever seen”!
Francine looked at her barefoot and noticed that her stocking still covered half of her foot. Her toes wiggled at their freedom, which made Robin lick her lips once more, obviously getting hungry for some feet.
“Mmmmmmm, I’m getting hungry for some feet purred Robin, but I think I’ll tickle them for now. In fact, I’m going to leave your other stocking intact, so I can see which is more ticklish, nylon or bare”.
Robin tickled Francine’s bare sole and then tickled her toes, Francine kept giggling through the tape and shook in head in attempted defiance.
“Awwww, is Franny Cakes really ticklish on her big bare feet taunted Robin.
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrr growled Francine through the tape. Her bare toes curled and flexed.
“What do we have here asked Robin, are these piggies stretching for a workout, perhaps a little tai beau”?
Seizing the redhead’s toes, she began to wiggle them against their will.
“Dance little piggies, dance, dance, dance. Shake those tootsies left and right, shake those tootsies, muah ha ha ha”!
Robin groaned and moaned at her toes being played with, which was the number reason she didn’t get pedicures. Hell, she didn’t even wear toenail polish, because she was so self conscious about her big feet. So she never wore sandals or flip flops or any open toed shoes, she didn’t like her feet and couldn’t believe that this woman did.
Then she felt sharp fingernails on her stocking sole and toes, and Francine roared more laughter through the tape, and she whimpered more in between her canned laughter.
“Ha, I should’ve known cried Robin, clasping her hands in triumph, these nylons only make the feet more sensitive. I think I’ll keep these on a bit longer just for spite she added giving Francine a wink. Then she tickled the barefoot and the stocking foot for another five minutes, as Francine felt tears roll down her cheeks from laughing so much.
When Robin stopped, Francine slumped her head forward. But then felt hands hold her cheeks and lift it up slowly and gentle. Robin looked Francine in the eyes and had a very warm and compassionate expression on her face.
“Now, Franny, I’m going to take the tape off, so if you be quiet, it will stay off”.
Very gently, Robin pulled the tape off and Francine began to breathe in gulps of air through her mouth. Then Robin gave her a drink of water from a straw, for the reporter’s dry lips.
“Please murmured Francine, please let me go, I can’t stand this”.
“I’m sorry, my dear apologized Robin but you can’t go just yet, not until you spend time in my web to really understand the truth about erotic tickle torture”. “But you have no reason to be afraid, you’ve done nothing wrong and I have no reason to hurt you, understand”?
Francine nodded slowly, and then Robin took note of the fact that Francine was starting to sweat.
“Uh oh, looks like you’re getting rather warm, well let’s get you more comfy”.
Robin pulled Francine’s blouse from the waistband of her skirt, and then began to slowly unbutton it.
“What are you doing, no, don’t take that off begged Francine.
“Relax, Franny, I’m just going to let this blouse air out assured Robin as she finished with the last button and then peeled the blouse off the shoulders and over the arms. Then she looked in awe at Francine in her cream colored bra.
“Oh my, look at those fine boobies cooed Robin, I can hardly wait to play with them”.
Francine blushed at that comment and shuddered at the thought of Robin fondling her breasts.
“Now then, why don’t you lie back and relax suggested Robin, turning the handle on the chair so that the chair leaned back. Then she took a feather and began to tickle Francine’s belly with it. The young busty reporter began to titter and tatter at that, her body quaking and shaking.
“HEHEEHHEHEEHHEHNOOOAAHHAHAHAHAAAAA NOT MY TUMMEHEHEHEEEEEEEMMMYYYY”!
Robin grinned with evil intentions in her eyes and then used the feather to drill into her bellybutton, Francine roared with laughter when Robin did that, which only encouraged the demonic tickler more.
“If you can’t stand to have you cute little innie tickled, what would you say if I were to do this”?
On that note, Robin bent down and blew a big raspberry on top of Francine’s bellybutton.
“EEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEP cried Francine, NOT THAT”!
That only encouraged Robin more, and she gave Francine another raspberry just for spite. Francie squealed yet again, as her bare belly was so sensitive.
“Oh my God, oh my God murmured Francine, please no more of that”!
“Of course Franny said Robin soothingly, no more of that, as I wish to explore other areas”.
Francine couldn’t figure out what Robin meant by that. But then she started to squawk when she felt Robin kiss her naked sole. She tittered and tattered and pleaded but it didn’t work. All it did was inspire Robin to kiss each one of her toes next.
“These are the best feet that I’ve ever kissed in my life exclaimed Robin, they are so big and your toes are so plump and meaty. They look good enough to eat even, if that were only possible”.
Francine was relieved to hear that, because she didn’t feel like her toes being eaten like food, fearing that Robin would actually cannibalize her tootsies. Then she heard Robin give an evil cackle, and then she felt the crazed woman’s lips wrap around her big toe and begin to suck and nibble on it.
“WAAHAAHAEHEHEHEHEHEEHHEHEEHE OH MY GOD screamed Francine, THAT TICKLES, OH MY GOD IT TICKLES SOOOOOOO BAHAAHHAHAAAAD”!
“Really asked Robin, I hadn’t noticed. Imagine how all five of your piggies will feel at being devoured”.
And with that, she nibbled and sucked the index toe, and then moved on to the remaining three toes, giving them the same treatment. Robin giggled and whimpered at her toes being shrimped, and then gasped when she felt Robin pry her toes apart.
“Guess what, Franny, I can see in between your toesies”!
“No begged Francine, not there, please not there”!
But Robin only ignored her and licked in between each toe on Robin’s left foot, her nails danced on her stocking heel just to torture her more.
“EEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEP NOOOOOOT THEHHHHEEEERE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”!
Then she felt a sharp prick on her naked shoulder and she grimaced. Then fifteen seconds later, she began to feel very woozy.
“That’s right, my little Franny, sleep for Mommmy Long Legs joked Robin, being that she was the infamous Black Widow Tickler. As Francine’s head slumped back into unconsciousness, Robin undid her bonds and unlocked the stocks. It was now time for the second part of Francine’s torture.
Inside Captain Koon’s Saloon.
Dom hit one of the bikers in the back with a pool cue, breaking the stick in half as the biker double over. Then he took a punch to the lip and retaliated by he throwing a roundhouse punch at the biker’s face. Johnny drop kicked one of the bikers who had socked him in the ribs, then threw a punch to another’s gut and then socked him in the jaw. Then they each grabbed another pool cue and used them to beat the other two bikers into submission. All six bikers were down, and the two repo men admired their handiwork, as a repo man has to be tough and know how to kick some ass.
“Let’s go find Fran suggested Dom, maybe she’s done with her interview already”.
“Yeah agreed Johnny, let’s get outta here Dom”.
The two repo men passed four Mexicans as they exited the bar. The four were all dressed in nice looking suits and had firearms concealed underneath them.
“Where’s Earl, Juan asked one of them, is he here”?
“His fat ass better be here, Chico said Juan, if he wants his money”.
The four of them walked to the back and saw Earl sitting at his desk, while Rufus stitched his wound. Earl looked up at the Mexicans with pleading eyes.
“What happened Earl, did you get robbed” asked Chico?
“Yeah cried Earl, those two young punks just beat up six of my best customers and are now taking my Firebird, which is where the goods are at”. “If you want your product, you gotta stop em”!
Chico and Juan spoke to each other in Spanish, and then shrugged.
“Alright gringo declared Juan, if the goods are in the trunk, we’ll bring you the money and be square. Now let’s get those motherfuckers, Chico”!
The four Mexicans dispersed and headed for the bar parking lot.
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