Annabel was excited about being tickled
Annabel was excited. She completed debugging the beta of a major graphics
program using software she developed two nights before, ane she was to see the
marketing director of the software producer in about two hours. A change from
her usual attire of jeans and sneaakers, she was admiring in a mirror the lacy
shoes and svelte outfit she selected for the occasion. She kept an excercise
set in her office to keep her fit as a respite from the long hours in front of
a computer monitor. Glad that it paid off, she admired its results as her long,
fit, well-tanned legs protruded below the slinky, strapless dress and her
slender feet showed racily through her shoes
when a young lady dressed in black carrying a briefcase walked in. "How may I
help you?" Marie asked.
"Good morning. Are you Ms. Sierra?"
"Yes," she replied. "I am."
"Are you the chief programmer of this firm?"
"I'm pretty much the only programmer of this firm," she said with a smile. "I
work here alone."
"That's great," she said, opening her briefcase. "Would it be too much trouble
if you downloaded all of your beta files to this disk for me?"
"What? I'm sorry, but I can't do that. My client lists are confidential."
The visitor nodded her head dejectedly. "Why must everyone do things the hard
way?" she asked. She reached back into her briefcase and removed a small mist
bottle. Without warning, she pointed it straight at Anna's face and sprayed
Anna gasped in surprise, wiping the sweet, pungent mist from her face as she
rose in protest. Suddenly dizzy, she supported herself on her desk as the
stranger backed away with a smile. "Wha... what wass tghat shtuff," she
stammered groggily before her world spun into darkness.
Gagging, she awoke startled. Anna watched as the stranger pulled smelling
salts away from her face. It took her a moment to realize that she was seated
on her excercise rack, and another moment to realize she was tied securely with
her arms above her head and her legs extended forward toward the end of the
bench crossed one over the other, her ankles tied together and strapped to the
bench legs. Thankfully, the wench hadn't ruined her new dress and shoes. "You
want to explain to me what this is about?" Anna snarled with the best bravado
she could muster.
The stranger eyed the mist bottle in her fingers. "It's a little something I
formulated in my work. I find it easier to restrain my subjects when subdued."
"I mean with me being tied to my excercise bench."
"Oh, that," she said nonchalantly. "You can say I am an 'aggressive methods
procurement specialist'. You have in your computer some files my client wants
before your client gets them, and it just doesn't seem like you would just give
them to me by asking."
"You're crazy. I won't give that stuff up. I worked long and hard to put this
"You will be handsomely rewarded."
"No thanks. I'm in this business to stay."
The stranger sighed. "I figured as much. That is why I decided to wake you.
You see, you've encrypted your files with an algorithm that will take me too
long to circumvent. The password please?"
"I'm not giving it to you. You're crazy."
"Not crazy, but determined. You see, I have been hired specifically for my
skills in persuading my subjects to grant me what I wish utilizing ther
weaknesses against them."
"So you're going to beat the crap out of me until I tell. Pretty lame."
"Oh, nothing like that," she replied, returning to her briefcase. "You see,
with the money you will be getting, it has to look like you gave it away." She
pulled out two long feathers. "These come from an owl's wing. Stiff yet giving
with fluffy tips for quiet flight, they are nature's perfect tickling tool." As
she walked behind the bench and lowered the feathers to he exposed armpits,
Anna sorely wished she chose something besides a strapless dress. "Anything you
want to tell me?"
She gulped, pausing. "No," she stammered finally.
"Suit yourself." As the plumes gently stroked her exposed, silky skin, Anna
let out a burst of laughter.
After a few minutes, the stranger let up. "You're endurance is pretty good."
"Oh yeah?" Anna gasped, heaving. "You should see me on a good day."
"Pretty insolent for being under the feather. I don't think I found your weak
spot yet." She moved to the other side of the bench. "I bet it's somewhere
else," she said slyly, brushing the feather down her body. "Your breasts? Your
ribs? Your belly button?" She eyed her pelvis hungrily. "The center of your
desire?" She sighed, brushing the feather down her thighs. "No, I don't think
I'll ruin such a beautiful dress yet. Besides," she continued, brushing the
feather down her exposed legs. I think its somewhere very simple."
As much as Anna steeled herself, she twitched instinctively as the feather
brushed her ankles "Aha!" the stranger exclaimed. "I think I've found it."
Anna looked on in horror as she slowly unstrapped her shoes to expose her
slender, delicate feet. "Notice how your tan line ends at your ankles, telling
me about a pair of feet that spend their days encased in socks and sneakers. Do
you have any idea how sensitive that makes a pair of feet?" Anna twitched madly
as she touched her naked soles. "Ah, so silky soft its like touching satin. I
guess one has to learn one way or another." Anna broke out in hysterical
giggling as the stranger's two perfect tickling instruments met Anna's two most
This continued for more than ten minutes. "Pleaeaease stooop!" she gasped
between gales of laughter. Anna's slender feet were unbearably ticklish.
Suddenly it was over. "So can I have the code or what?" the woman queried,
gazing idly at her feathers.
"Look," Anna stammered "I'll double whatever it is the person paying you to do
this is giving you. I'll give you what ever you want, but you can't have that
"Oh, well." The woman lazily drifted the feathers back down toward Anna's
"No, wait! We can talk about this! NOO.." The rest was lost in another fit of
hysterics. Her dress sweat-drenched and in tatters, Anna struggled mightily but
to no avail. She knew she was slipping, and tickle-tormented mind actually
mulled the prospect of giving up and giving in. "Waaait!" She screamed with
what was her last breath.
The feathers lifted away from her tormentd feet, her toes and soles aglow from
the constant delicate touching by those posessed plumes. "Look, I can be here
all day and night, but I need those beta files. You think this is bad? After
what they paid me, you should see what will happen to me if I can't get them."
Anna thought about it. She would do anything to not have those things tickle
her feet anymore. However, she worked alone more than a year to finish writing
and veryfying that code, and she knew this software would put her on the map.
She worked too hard to give it all up on her day of triumph. "I can't do it. Do
what you will to me, but I can't give up that code."
"You don't understand what you're dealing with, lady. I need those files! By
golly, if you don't give those damn things up, I'll stay here all night
inventing ways to tickle your body!"
Exhausted, Anna raised her head to face her tormentr. "I guess it's going to
be a long night, then," she spat.
"Look at you! You're about to pass out. I'll tape those smelling salts under
your nose so you can't pass out and tape vibrators all over your body until it
kills you! Are those file worth that?"
"Yes, they are," she stammered, unable to even imagine a more horrifying fate.
She imagined feather-coated vibrators in her panties, taped between her toes,
ribs and in both underarms tickling her to death, "so kill me, but you're not
The woman went to work. As Anna feared, she had a bag full of tiny,
feather-laced vibrators. Taping one underneath each foot, she pulled the
feathers between her toes before taping one on each knee, one on each side, one
on her belly button, one under each breast and one under each armpit. "Hmm, I
have three left. What to do, what to do? Oh I konw!" Hit with a sudden, devious
flash of inspiration, she taped one on either side of her neck and stuffed the
last in her crotch, nestled against her labia. Now for the final touch." She
taped a rancid vial of smelling salts to her chin, nearly gagging her with the
vapors. She then pulled out a small black box from her bag. "When I press this
button, they all go on at once. Now give me the code!"
Anna looked around at her tormented body. Seeing her predicament, she knew
that at least it wouldn't last long until she was spared further torment by
death's embrace. "No, now get on with it."
"You are really a stupid woman." She smashed the button down with her thumb.
Like electricity, Anna's body was seized by tickling that could only come from
hell itself. She screamed all the air out of her lungs and twitched silently,
unable to so much as draw a breath. Despite the salts, the room began to grow
Suddenly, it stopped. "That's enough! You've done your job, Madame."
Rigidly twisted in ticklish agony, Anna's body slackened and went limp.
Gulping in life-giving air, she turned her head pensively at her rescuer, her
face suddenly ashen. "Mister Wilkerson, you know her?"
"I'm so sorry, Anna," he said to her gently as the woman wordlessly removed
the ticklers and undid her bonds. "Madame here works for me occasionally with
more unconventional projects. With the money, authority and responsibility I'm
entrusting you with, I had to know you wouldn't sell out the moment things got
tough. Now I know you can be trusted with my firms deepest secrets. I am
doubling my initial investment to fifteen million dollars and reducing my stake
to 30 per cent."
"Thirty per cent? But that means..."
"Yes. It means it's you're candy store. Run it as you wish."
"Wait," she stammered, still woozy from her ordeal. "I want one more thing."
"No problem. Anything you want I can get."
"Anything? Good." She pointed straight at Madame, who was gathering her things
to leave. "I want you to help me tape that stupid witch to this bench and see
how creative I can get with her bag of toys..." >:o)
God Bless You, because He loves you no matter what..