KARL GETS HIS SHARE OF THE ATTENTION (2)
While Karl held on to the chain in a vain attempt to find some relief, Will reminded him of how his own hands were tied into the chain prior to his torture. Karl could see what was coming and only hoped that Will would not remember the way he used the tool box to keep him hanging tightly from his wrists.
No hope!
Will asked Jacob to carry the tool box over and invited Karl to climb aboard. There was no point in Karl’s resisting unless he wanted to be supporting himself by his arms while his ankles were whipped from under him. Karl mounted and James, being lighter than Will, climbed onto Simon’s shoulders carrying a length of soft rope which he threaded through both sections of the chain only just below the roof beam. He took one of Karl’s wrists and raised it as high as he could to figure out where to knot the free ends of the rope together.
“Right, hands up!” ordered James and Karl raised his hands. “Higher!” and it was surprising how much more height was achieved when Jacob feigned a grab towards Karl’s private parts. “There, I knew you could do it.” While Will held his elbows James knotted the free ends of the rope around his wrists. A few more counter turns, a further knot and a couple of rounds between Karl’s wrists drew his arms up tighter than he was happy with even though he was still standing on the tool box.
Karl was determined to tough it out; he wasn’t happy about being considered a coward for having had to withdraw from the expedition, but he wasn’t looking forward to having the tool box removed from under him.
“Right,” announced Will, “it’s time for some peace and quiet.” and produced a rolled-up ball of gaffer tape which he presented to Karl’s mouth. Karl tried to refuse but, once Jacob had pulled his head backwards and Will had administered quite a painful wedgie, he changed his mind. “I seem to remember receiving a couple of these to help me concentrate the other day so you can look forward to lots more if you don’t co-operate”. Once Will had pushed the pad into Karl’s mouth, James fastened it in place by wrapping four layers of gaffer tape round Karl’s lower face. He wasn’t too gentle about it and it pressed unpleasantly against Karl’s lips.
Karl got the impression that his tormentors meant business!
“Mr. Prosecutor, will you read the charges?” asked James knowing that Will could never resist the theatrical touch.
Will ‘read the charges’
• “You unjustly kidnapped, tortured and presented for ridicule two members of the Limewood warband.” Karl could hardly deny that one.
• “You are accused of cowardice when you avoided your rightful punishment by withdrawing from the recent Award hike.” (If only Karl could have explained that his mother made a last minute arrangement for him to go to Alton Towers for the weekend, it might have gone easier for him. But I doubt it on those grounds.)
• “An innocent person who took your place suffered unfair ordeals on your behalf.” (Perhaps if Will and James knew that, since then, he and JT had become firm friends and that JT held nothing whatsoever against him and had even spent two evenings “in company” with Karl, it might have gone easier with him.)
But Karl could see that Will was more in the mood for loquacity than listening. In any case, how could he plead in his current state?
“On the count of double kidnap, how do you plead? Give two “Mnn’s” for guilty and three for not guilty.
“Mnn - mnn.” confessed Karl as he hung his head. Will said he would record that as “guilty”.
“On the second count of cowardice, how do you plead?” Karl thought about it. What was likely to happen if he pleaded not guilty? No, even if he was given the chance to explain, they wouldn’t consider a visit to a theme park a reasonable excuse (neither did his erstwhile fellow expeditioners). “Mnn – mnn” came the reluctant plea.
Will entered it as a plea of guilty.
“On the third count of causing unnecessary suffering to an innocent American, how do you plead?”
No, in all conscience, having come to know JT, Karl could not bring himself to plead guilty. “Mnn! – Mnn! - Mnn!” he stated emphatically.
Will still found him guilty but said that Karl would have to suffer an extra penalty for committing perjury.
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Justice having been satisfied, it should have been time for sentence but Will and James thought that it would be better to proceed straight to punishment.
Will reminded Karl about how he was left hanging from the chain with his feet barely in contact with the floor while he was tickled for hours. Will is prone to exaggeration.
The tool box was kicked from under Karl’s feet and, when he had settled, only his toes were in contact with the ground. The Limewood lads had deliberately not fastened Karl’s ankles or knees because Will and James wanted maximum access to their victim. The tickle session started.
First Karl’s armpits were given due attention, then his neck, chest, sides and, to his extreme discomfort, his lower abdomen. Have you ever noticed the effect that the judicious application of a finger nail down the spine prior to tickling the lower spine and the midriff has? James had! All Karl’s desperate thrashing around placed further tension on his arms and his desperate attempts to draw breath interrupted his initial muffled laughter which gradually degenerated to groans.
James and Will ceded the prisoner to their colleagues. The characteristic “tzzzp” of gaffer tape preceded Karl’s last view of daylight for quite some time. Simon and Jacob started with the dreaded stroking of the insides of the upper thighs. Karl hoped that his automatic reaction didn’t show. After that he found himself hanging from his wrists with his feet having been lifted under the arms of Jacob and Simon. They started gently but all his jerking could not free Karl from their grip. After a few minutes the “tickling” became more severe and each muscle of his legs and belly seemed to go into spasm.
“OK, let him down. We can do more of that later.” suggested Will. “I’ve brought some things I want to use.
Karl gratefully regained his feet, or at least as much of them as his rope and chain allowed. He had the feeling that his torment had not concluded.
Will reminded Karl about the clothes pegs that he’d had clamped onto his nipples and asked how he was feeling as he gently massaged his nipples prior to giving him the most vicious nipple cripples of which he was capable. Will had brought, not clothes pegs, but various bulldog clips, especially the small, vicious ones, and a few small crocodile clips.
Karl’s knees lifted rapidly in succession following the application of a bulldog clip to each of his nipples. Will then started one of his learned dissertations about the way first-aiders check for reactions in suspected unconscious victims. Apparently pinching the septum is recommended to check for reactions. He then clipped a small crocodile clip on Karl’s septum. And one more on each ear lobe for good measure.
“It’s good of you and Max to invite us over today.” said James. Until then Max thought he had been forgotten. “I reckon you owe him an apology.” That sounded ominous to Karl having heard about the apologies the others had to make to JT. “But we’ll leave that ‘til later when you’ll be more likely to mean it.” That sounded even more ominous!
In the meantime James had found a bunch of about a dozen thin houseplant canes in a corner. He had an idea. Taking some packing tape that Will had brought, he wrapped the canes together at one end leaving the other ends loose. He hoped that, being about 60 cm long, they would act in place of a proper bunch of birch twigs. He did wish that Jacob hadn’t blindfolded their prisoner because he would have liked Karl to be able to see what was coming to him.
So, hanging there in just his tight black boxers, his feet barely in contact with the ground, gagged and blindfolded and with vicious clips attached to various parts of his body, Karl thought that it couldn’t get much worse.
He quickly learnt otherwise.
When JT was birched, Jacob didn’t lay it on very hard, only hard enough to sting a bit and cause his victim to yelp. James seemed to have a different idea and laid in quite strongly until, after about six strokes, Simon put his hand on his arm, looked him in the eye and gently shook his head. James looked down, having realised what he was doing and nodded his head. Recovering his wits, he lifted Karl’s chin with the bundle of sticks and pointed out that, if he wanted a few more “licks”, all he had to do was mess up the apology to Max.
Now Karl knew that he really must have had a visit from the Shit Fairy at birth.
“How long did JT have to hang on that day?”
“Well over two hours but we’ve got other things to do to Karl as well.
“That’s OK, we’ve got all day and these two aren’t going anywhere in a hurry. He can hang there for a long time yet.
“Yeah, but what about little brother”
“We’ll let him get some exercise later, but not for some time yet.”
“You never know, he might be prepared to be a footstool for his big brother.” At this point Max frantically started shaking his head and shouting into his gag. The idea of kneeling on the concrete floor with Karl standing on his back was not appealing. A quick swipe to his backside with the bunch of canes persuaded him to be quiet - except for the initial squeal.
“You know, we really ought to let him have some sort of footstool.”
“Why? Jonny was hanging in mid air for quite some time.”
“Good idea! Now, how can we do that in here?”
“The other roof beam. We can feed a rope through it, tie his ankles and hoist them up.”
“We haven’t protected his wrists.”
“Tough, he won’t have to spend as long hanging as Jonny did; just long enough for a good paddling and a very humble begging for mercy.”
Simon took Jacob onto his shoulders to enable him to feed quite a thick rope between the roof-beam and the roof and loop it round once leaving two long free ends hanging to the ground. Will wrapped several layers of tape round each of Karl’s ankles and James got the tool box and stood Karl upon it.
James made Karl position his feet about 30 cm apart and wrapped four turns of rope between them. Every time Karl moved his feet, Will flicked the bulldog clips adorning his nipples and suggested that he stood still. It didn’t take too many flicks to persuade Karl that he wanted to hold the loops tight.
“Remind him once more of what will happen if he doesn’t keep the rope tight.” instructed James. Two more vicious flicks from Will made Karl even more determined to co-operate. There was lots of rope left and, after he had tied it off round Karl’s right ankle, James wrapped it tightly round the coils working towards his left ankle and drawing his feet somewhat closer together even though he tried desperately to keep the rope tight rather than suffer any more nipple flicking. By the time James had finished and tied off the rope around Karl’s left ankle there was a substantial “handle” between his ankles.
By this time Will decided that, with a new torture about to start, Karl deserved to be allowed to beg to have the bulldog clips and crocodile clips removed. James agreed as long as he was allowed to remove the tool box again. Once more Karl found his feet barley in contact with the floor.
“Are you enjoying the crocodile clips?”
“Ngghhh!” and an energetic shaking of the head.
“And the nipple clips?” asked Will giving them each a hefty whack.
Even more pronounced “Ngghh-ing” and head shaking.
“Would you like them removed?”
“Ngghhh”, a word that sounded just like the previous attempt at “No” escaped from Karl but it was accompanied by an energetic nodding of the head.
“Ask nicely.”
Karl tried, he honestly did but, with the balled-up tape held tightly into his mouth he stood no chance. His last noise was a despairing, “Nnnnn” as his body sagged.
“James is about to remove your gag, If we hear some VERY polite requests to remove the clips, it might just happen. If you’re not humble and polite enough, however, there are still places on your body where we haven’t put any . . . . yet. Do you understand?”
Karl despairingly nodded his head and James started unwrapping the tape from his face. He seemed to take delight in removing the last turn as quickly as possible.
“Now, now, no screaming. Start the pleading.” came the instruction as Karl managed to expel the saturated ball of tape onto the floor.
“Please take the clips off.” was Karl’s first attempt.
“Not good enough, open wide.” declared James picking up the unsavoury wad of gaffer tape between thumb and finger and holding it against Karl’s mouth.
“No, please, let me try again.” pleaded Karl from between clenched teeth as he tried to resist the insertion of the now not only soggy but also dirty wad of gaffer tape into his mouth.
“Right, one more try or else my excellent colleague, James, will gag you again and I’ll see if I can find just a few more bulldog clips before we hang you up. First beg us to remove the crocodile clips.
“Please, Sirs, I humbly beg you to remove the crocodile clips from my ears and nose. I’m sorry for not being present on the expedition . . . .” He would have carried on just to ensure the alleviation of his pain but Will put his hand over his mouth.
“That’s better but it needs to be MUCH better when you want the nipple clips removed. And don’t bother with the apology; there’ll be time for that later.” Will removed the clips from Karl’s ear-lobes and septum gently. “What do you say?”
“Thank you, very much, Sir, I am very truly grateful. . . . . ” Karl somehow managed to maintain the sickening obsequiousness as he begged his tormentors to remove the bulldog clips from his nipples
Will pulled the clips away without bothering to open them first this time. Karl didn’t dare to protest in spite of the surge of pain. He even managed a really sincere-sounding thank-you afterwards. James waited for the thanks to finish before he told Karl to close his mouth if he didn’t want the tape-ball re-inserted. A few turns of gaffer tape later helped to ensure that Karl’s reaction to any future tortures wouldn’t offend the ears of his captors too much.
Simon then ducked down behind Karl, lifted the backs of his knees onto his shoulders and aimed his feet towards where Jacob was waiting to hang them in the rope he’d just positioned. Will boosted Karl’s back higher and Simon reached his feet as high as possible. Jacob knotted the free ends round the rope connecting Karl’s ankles, added a few more turns and knotted off again.
Karl was left hanging face up with his backside sagging towards the ground. Any struggling increased the discomfort in his wrists so he decided that the best plan was to stop writhing and await the inevitable. Surely they wouldn’t leave him hanging like that for long?
Will went into the kitchen in search of something to use as a paddle. His first thought was a frying pan but, being aware of the birching that James had administered earlier, settled for his old friend, the coffee mug.
“Remember this from cub days?” asked Will administering a tap to Karl’s right buttock then a harder one to his left one. Each stroke was not particularly hard but, on top of the previous birching, each stroke elicited a very satisfying (to Will) yelp from Karl and a noticeable contraction of his muscles.
After about twenty strokes Will thought Karl had had enough but did complain that, for the purpose, ceramic mugs were not as good as enamel ones.
No one seemed to be in any hurry to let Karl down and he was wondering what else they had in mind for him.
TBC