Imagine, if you will, this scenario: you stepping into a pitch black room. The heavy metal door closes behind you with a loud "bang", the echo seems to go on for an eternity. You sense the presence of another beings, even though there is complete silence in the room. Instinctively, you look around, even though you know you can't even see the hand in front of your face.
You pluck up just enough courage to whisper a faint, trembling: "Hello? Is anyone there?" but there is no reply.
Then you hear them: shuffling footsteps, which seems to come from every direction!
Again, you whisper:"Hello?" and the shuffling sounds immediately stops, but there is still no reply. By now, you are close to panicking. Something else starts instead; some one, or some THING, starts poking you, all over your body. Gently at first, turning more and more pushy, until you almost lose your balance. Just before you do, two strong arms are wrapped around you, trapping your arms to your sides, something smelly is pressed over your nose, and you feel your consciousness drifting away to a pleasant, relaxing, place.
You're yanked back to consciousness by a bright light in your face. When you eventually open your eyes, you notice you're lying on your back on a cold, hard surface. Your arms are stretched over your head, and you can't move your waist or legs. You look around, but everything beyond the lit area around you is still shrouded in darkness and silence.
"Hello?" you whisper, your voice trembling with fear, though you try your very best to sound annoyed. "This isn't funny anymore, you know! It never has been! Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"
Then, suddenly; a figure appears from the darkness, dressed in a cloak, with a hood so deep, it hides the face almost completely. Then, another one appears, and another, and another, until you are surrounded by cloaked, silent, figures. They start slowly walking around you, still observing strict silence, randomly lightly stroking their fingers up and down your waist, chest, neck, stomach, thighs or the soles of your feet. It is only then, you realize, you have been stripped of all your clothes, including your socks, but not your underwear.
As if on cue, your tormentors stops, and one of them brings a metal bucket to the table, where you lie. It is frosty on the outside, and you realize in an instant what it contains, but as you are so thoroughly strapped down, you have no way of escaping what comes next.
The hooded persons each pick an ice cube from the bucket, and place them on your belly, from your chest to your belly button. Some are even put in bags and strapped to the soles of your feet. The heat from the light above you, combined with your own body heat, soon melts them, so ice cold water slowly trickles down your sides.
As suddenly as it began, it now stops. One person release you, but when you try to get up, you are pushed back. The person who released you, points toward one corner, and you realize that's where your clothes are. However, you are guarded until everyone except you have left.
You quickly get up, and start fumble around until you find what you're searching for. You quickly get dressed and leave.
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A fantasy? ?/????
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lasse672000
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Is there to be more of this?
They all say boxer shorts are cool,
but little Speedos always rule.
but little Speedos always rule.
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lasse672000
- Centennial Club
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- Joined: 6 years ago
- Location: Stockholm, Sweden
It might. Possibly. I don't know yet.
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lasse672000
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 130
- Joined: 6 years ago
- Location: Stockholm, Sweden
Imagine, if you will, this spooky scenario: It's a cold, dark winter's night. You are home alone, wearing you favourite fuzzy onesie and warm socks. Suddenly, all the electrical equipment stops working. You try the phone, but it also seems to have died. You look out the window, but the light seems to be working in all the other houses.
Suddenly, you hear a noise coming from the front door, as if someone is trying to break in. You carefully walk towards it, holding something heavy in your hand, ready to defend yourself, and your home, no matter what.
But you don't get that far, because an arm is placed around your throat, and a smelly rag is placed over your nose and mouth. "Not again!" is your last clear thought, before your mind descends into the merciful darkness.
When you wake, you find yourself once again naked except for your underwear and strapped, wrists and ankles, to that cold, hard surface with a bright light in your eyes. You are surrounded by silent, cloaked and hooded figures.
"What's the matter with you people?" you croak. "Didn't you get enough the last time?"
There is no reply; not that you had expected one. Instead, one of the figures raises its arms, and let out a ghostly, long-drawn, blood curdling "OOOHHH!"which seems to bounce off every wall, until it almost drives you mad.
The figures starts moving around you in complete silence. But this time you're prepared for what might come, so this time, it takes a lot more effort on their part to make you start laughing. But time is something they seem to have an abundance of, as they patiently walk around you, lap after lap, poking and stroking you, wherever they can; armpits, the soles of your feet, everywhere. But of course, eventually you do break down and hysterically beg for mercy.
Like last time, one of the figures brings a metal bucket of ice, and ice cubes are randomly put on your body, including in your underwear, which makes you holler.
Not until the ice has melted, you are released from the table, and allowed to get dressed.
"Will you do this to me again?" you ask in a trembling voice, but the hooded figures only shrug and leave.
Suddenly, you hear a noise coming from the front door, as if someone is trying to break in. You carefully walk towards it, holding something heavy in your hand, ready to defend yourself, and your home, no matter what.
But you don't get that far, because an arm is placed around your throat, and a smelly rag is placed over your nose and mouth. "Not again!" is your last clear thought, before your mind descends into the merciful darkness.
When you wake, you find yourself once again naked except for your underwear and strapped, wrists and ankles, to that cold, hard surface with a bright light in your eyes. You are surrounded by silent, cloaked and hooded figures.
"What's the matter with you people?" you croak. "Didn't you get enough the last time?"
There is no reply; not that you had expected one. Instead, one of the figures raises its arms, and let out a ghostly, long-drawn, blood curdling "OOOHHH!"which seems to bounce off every wall, until it almost drives you mad.
The figures starts moving around you in complete silence. But this time you're prepared for what might come, so this time, it takes a lot more effort on their part to make you start laughing. But time is something they seem to have an abundance of, as they patiently walk around you, lap after lap, poking and stroking you, wherever they can; armpits, the soles of your feet, everywhere. But of course, eventually you do break down and hysterically beg for mercy.
Like last time, one of the figures brings a metal bucket of ice, and ice cubes are randomly put on your body, including in your underwear, which makes you holler.
Not until the ice has melted, you are released from the table, and allowed to get dressed.
"Will you do this to me again?" you ask in a trembling voice, but the hooded figures only shrug and leave.