Tight Rack!

:Story:

The mob eagerly wait on the side of the river to see if their accusations are true. A bubbling comes from the murky

water before the female border collie bursts from beneath the waters, desperately gasping for air.

"She floats!"- a crow calls out from the crowd -"This proves she is the witch we have been looking for! She’s the

reason our daughters have been disappearing for months!"
Another voice from the back calls out.
"Take her to the dungeon! The dungeon master will extract the whereabouts of the missing women she claims to know

nothing about!"

The collie is pulled from the waters by the ropes still bound to her wrists.
"Please, I’m telling the truth! I’m not a witch! I know nothing of these missing women you speak of."
"Silence"- the crow squawks out loudly -"Take her to the punishment chamber immediately!"

The mob, still brandishing their pitch forks and torches, cheer wildly as their prisoner is lead off by four guard dogs

surrounding her with spears.
"Keep sharp, men! She may use a spell on one of us at any time, so make sure there are no sudden moves."

The iron doors to the punishment chamber are opened by a German Shepherd wearing an executioners hood, who allows the

four guards to escort their tied prisoner inside.

The hooded dog orders the guards to place the victim onto the torture rack. Between the five of them they make short

work of tying the female collie’s wrists and ankles to the dreaded contraption, leaving it loose enough to move about

on but tight enough to keep her from escaping.

"Right. This bit’s my job, you can leave the rest to me"- the German Shepherd says with a determined, almost impatient,

tone.

The lead guard taps him on the shoulder. "If you can persuade her to give us the location of the missing girls, our

town will be forever indebted to you"
“Trust me”- he responds –“She is in very good hands”- a thoughtful smile passes his lips, like he’s remembering old

memories.
A trusting look dawns on the guard’s face before turning to his colleagues.
"Right, you heard the man. Let’s leave him to his work."

As the guards leave chamber they slam the heavy metal door shut. The sound echoes throughout the dungeon, draining the

light from the girl’s eyes. For the first time, she fully realizes the brutality of her situation.
As the German Shepherd walks over to lock it from the inside, she pulls with all her might, hoping to be able to

release at least a limb from her bondage. But it is all for naught.

"Ahhh, that’s better! No more distractions."- the hooded tormentor says with relief as he turns the key. He looks back

to his victim, finding her desperately trying to squirm free of her bonds.
"You need to let me go, there has been a mistake. I’m innocent of these crimes. Please, you have to believe me!"

The tormentor slowly walks over to her sprawled out body, his eyes glinting with excitement. This was the moment he had

been waiting for, a vulnerable female bound down and his for the taking, with no chance of escape!

"Oh I believe you my poor, misguided, little creature... I believe you. I believe you because I’m the one who took

those girls. I’m the one who made sure no one would ever find them after... we had such fun together. And now I get to

do it all over again. With you.”- his expression was calm and his voice soothing, betraying his dark intentions.

The collie immediately stopped struggling, managing only to swallow deeply
"Wha.. What do you mean... Why are you doing this?!"- she squealed.

"Hush now." Her twisted tormentor replies softly -"It’s just a little game I like to play. Nothing personal."
His grin widens as he makes his way to the bottom of the rack and takes hold of the crank leaver.

"No! Wait! Please!"- the collie cries out in despair, before the sound of ratchet gears click beneath and her already

exposed body is pulled tightly, restricting any small amount of movement she might have had, only stopping when she

yelps in pain.

"There, that should be just about comfortable enough."- he jokes to himself, climbing up onto her completely immobile

body and sitting on her waist, always looking down at her like a disposable plaything. A mere toy.

Shaking her head, one the few parts of her body she could still even barely move, she starts to plead.
"It’s too tight, please, I can’t move."

"Ha! That’s the idea, my little doll... I’m now going to explore all of your body’s most sensitive areas, so that I can

abuse each and every one of them, but first we need to get rid of some of these bothersome rags".

The tormentor rips the clothing from his victim leaving her completely naked and open to him. He grins at the sight.
"Does it frustrate you that you can’t do anything to stop me? Do you feel utterly helpless now? Does it pain you to

know I’m going to get away with all of this?... I bet it does"
His comments rub in just how helpless she now is, unable to prevent anything his twisted mind may have in store for

her. Still, she tries to negotiate.

"Whatever you want from me, I’ll give it to you. Anything. Just please let me go. Let me go…"

"It’s not your lucky day is it?”- he pets her head, almost as of comforting her –“All I want from you is suffering. A

pure, unavoidable…. Hell."
He slyly reaches his hand behind him and scrapes his claws along her immobile footpaw. She yelps out and flinches

harshly in surprise.
"NO! I can’t take it let me out!"- she begs of him.

"But that’s no fun... We have only just begun."
His other hand makes its way to her exposed ribs and without mercy he begins to tickle her all the way up to her

underarm, causing her to jolt against his weight, which keeps her down.

"AHhahaha. Nooohohohoo! STooop it!”

Her tormentor starts to pant heavily, his tongue hanging out as he takes great pleasure in each of her cries,

intensifying the tickling every time she struggled particularly hard.

"No one can hear you down here and no one is coming to save you. You can scream and cry all you like. Go ahead. It’s

all music to me!"

He switches sides to give her other footpaw a tickle, stroking and clawing at her pads and exploring every ticklish

spot available from the tops of her feet to between each of her toes. Her suffering resonates through him with every

desperate attempt to escape the hellish torment he is mercilessly unleashing upon her.

"Wahahahah WHYYYYheeheehee!"- She yells out in hysterical laughter. The German Shepherd listens to the screams coming

from his victim as if it were just the background music for his personal utopia, switching from paw to paw to prevent

any chance of recovery.

"Your suffering only brings me great satisfaction. If you think for even a moment that I’m going to stop any time soon,

you are sorely mistaken."
He put his maw close to her ears to continue his speech, all the while still tickling her neck with one hand and

scratching inside her bellybutton with the other.
“This is just the beginning. I can’t break my toy just yet. But I’m not going to stop tickling. Oh no. We’re going to

keep cranking this up, find out what makes you suffer most, until you don’t think it can get any worse. And then….”- he

started whispering very low –“…. then we can start the REAL fun!”
With that he digs his nails into her ribs, making her squeal. He's having so much fun he can barly contain himself...

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All characters are of my own creation. Story was composed by me and

Enjoy!