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Subject: {ASSM} Objects of Desire <*> {TMZ Cor} (/M magic bd pett tort nosex)
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Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2004 17:10:05 -0400
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(Adults only!
Intense, unexplained, definitely nonconsentual tickling of a
male. "Fairly explicit". Find more at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/tmz/www/ .)

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Spread-eagled in chains, thick stone dungeon walls, feathers,
so many tools... and gloves.
He struggles, and gives up. Huge, famous eyes track the
animated feathers.
Realization, fear, fury...
Panic, despair, hysteria, resignation. 

And now the gloves start in, impossibly upping the ante.
Desperate expression, mindless roaring.


He is adored. He is being physically, intricately adored now.
When people fail to give him the continuous, unending
adoration he deserves, the watchful spirit of celebrity steps
in.


By the fourth hour, he's a pathetic husk, weeping, gibbering
nonsensically, too weary to move, begging to be jacked off,
totally incomparably hungry for a fuckin' cigarette, perhaps
suspecting that there's no reason whatsoever that he'd be set
free tonight, scratchily pleading with the feathers to leave
his f-fookin' teats alone, get away from his thighs, his
biceps...


"Ya can't fookin' keep this up... I'm gonna go out of my
mind, here. S-stop tickling me, damn you! I can't take any 
more..."


"Oh no, oh no, oh no! No, no, no.
"Not another day of this. You can't. Fookin' ticklers. Listen
to me. I can't stand it any more. Not another second.
"Let me go, ya bastarrrr-hah hah hoh hoh hohhh-nooooo..."



"A million fookin' dollars, if you give me a smoke. I gotta
have a fookin' smoke. Please. Two million. Please?
"Every penny I have. Just take it, and leave me the fook
alone.
"Aaaaaw hah hah haaaa-aeeeee..."


"Not again. Sweet mother Mary, ya can't fookin' be keepin' me
here, day after day, and keep doin' this. No more. You're
gonna tickle me some more, aren't ya? Again. Perverts. Don't
touch me!
"Oh, Not those, not the brushes, not the fookin' brushes
again...
"Haallllp! hhaaaah hah hoh hoh hoh n-n-naaaw, oh no hoh hoh
hoh..."


"S-somebody... help me! Haaaalllp! I'm still here, aw fook!
They're gonna - Nnnn-no!
"Help meee... They're tuh-tickling -
"Nnohhhhh haw haw haw haaaaw..."


"How many days can you be doin' this, now? I'm a goner.
"Please, aw please, let me go. Today. Fook... I'll give you
everything. Everything I got, you hear me? I gotta have a
smoke. Fookin' heartless cunt-bastards. You can have it all.
Just -
"Ah, but you don't want any o' that. Do ya? Ya bastards.
Rat-bastards. With your fancy magic feathers...
"Oh, shite. Shite! Here we gooo-oooo-oooh...]


(MUSIC down - CG down - go to CAM. 1)
"Alright! Welcome back to The Ordinary Guy's Telethon. Thanks
to every single one of you out there who've kicked in, Ferral
Collins is definitely  gonna be tickle-tortured for
eighty-four consecutive weeks! That's excellent, I mean,
that's really fantastic, but I know we can do a lot better
than that. Call in now - a dollar, five dollars - anything to
keep this son of a bitch hidden away, locked down and
laughing his Irish guts out. That number, again, is
800-TM-CATCH. Do it, guys... for the sake of your happy home.
Our goal is one hundred fifty-six weeks - that's three solid
years - 'cause by then our womenfolk will have moved on to
somebody else already. We're taking nominations for the next
lucky victim at www.ticklethefucker.com. Skip a beer and send
us the dough instead - 'cause together, you know we can keep
this 
pretty boy suffering. Think about it - three full years
without Ferral Collins. Call now - oh, hey. Look. Another
thousand-dollar pledge! This one's also anonymous. Wow. Way
to go. Another day-plus added, right there! Sensational. Oh,
and speaking of which, let's go back to the hidden cameras
and see how the prisoner is holding up. You'll see that every
dollar you give is more than worth it. Definitely - okay,
here's the man of the hour. He looks pretty fuckin' happy,
doesn't he? Let's listen in."


"Aaaaah hah hah hah n-nah haaaah! Nuh haw haw haw huh huh
haw..."



- - - - - - 
TMZ Cor
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/tmz/www/



	
		
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