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          “We have ways of making you talk.”

Craig looked up at the dark figure towering over him and shuddered. The dark figure didn't have a face because he had a dark silk stocking mask pulled down over his head which completely distorted his features. There were two holes cut in the stocking mask for the man’s eyes, but that didn't help Craig much. Those eyes were dark, metallic and looked very cruel and now Craig was wishing that he was someplace else.

Craig’s life had seemed so promising when he walked out of Dreamland Inc. just after dark. It had been a hard, but rewarding week and Craig was looking forward to the weekend. But when he reached his car a dark figure suddenly materialized beside him and shoved the snout of a concealed item against Craig’s ribs. At first the concealed item barrel kind of tickled him and Craig started to smile, but then Stocking face had shoved the concealed item barrel harder against him.

“I need your complete cooperation Craig,” Stocking Face growled into his ear.

After that it was a swirl of confusion as Craig found himself being shoved onto the back seat of his car, then came the ropes wrapping him up tighter and tighter until he could hardly breathe, and then layer after layer of tape was being pressed over his mouth so that he couldn't complain while a dark hood was pulled down over his head.

“Now I want you to lie very still,” Stocking Face had growled while he pushed Craig down onto the floor. “If you don't, I have other more painful ways of controlling your behavior.”

Craig didn't like the sound of that so he had remained very quiet and very still until finally they arrived here, wherever here was, and Stocking Face had pulled the dark hood off of Craig’s head.

“Tell me everything you know about Project Bluebell,” Stocking Face commanded.

Craig shook his head slowly from side to side and hummed a sad song behind his taped-over lips. He couldn't tell him about Project Bluebell. That was Top Secret and Craig would lose his job. But Stocking Face just laughed at him.

“I was hoping that you would be stubborn. I really like it when my subjects try to resist me. But I am also very patient so I will give you a little time to think it over. Just don't try my patience too much if you know what is good for you.”

Craig watched with big eyes while Stocking Face walked out of the room and closed the door. Craig couldn't believe it. They had actually left him alone. Now was his chance to escape.

But Craig had no idea that this room was completely monitored by video cameras and microphones, and he couldn't know that even now a smiling Stocking Face was sitting in his control room and watching and listening to all of Craig’s pitiful moans and struggles.

So Craig tried as hard as he could. He strained his muscles against the tight ropes, and clawed his fingers at the many knots, and rolled all around on the floor trying to find some way to escape from this terrible trap that he had fallen into. But aside from nearly pulling a couple of muscles and breaking the zipper on his trousers, a sweating Craig was no nearer escaping than when he started. And then the door opened.

“Oh my, my, I see that you have had a little accident,” the cruel Stocking Face laughed at him and then Craig began to blush as he looked down at his broken zipper and saw how exposed he was now.

“Yes, very interesting,” Stocking Face purred as he knelt down and ran his big hand into the drafty opening between Craig’s legs. Craig screamed behind his gag and tried to pull away, but Stocking Face’s strong fingers wrapped themselves around Craig’s main organ and then began to give it little squeezes. Craig gasped and moaned as he felt himself starting to stiffen against the strange hand.

“It always fascinates me to see how some people respond to being tied up like this,” Stocking Face mused. “But that is not what we are here for. We are here so that you can tell me all about Project Bluebell.”

Craig blinked the tears out of his eyes and shook his head slowly from side to side while he begged Stocking Face to please let him go. He couldn't tell him about the secret project. He had taken an oath not to do that.

“I see,” Stocking Face sighed. “Well we had better tie you in a different position. I wouldn't want you to going into shock or something before you tell me what I want to know.”

Craig wanted to resist, but by now he was too weak and emotionally drained to even try. He could only watch while the cruel Stocking Face rebound Craig’s hands together in front of him. Then Stocking Face kind of laughed while he dragged Craig’s unresisting body across the hard floor and then lifted up Craig’s legs so that they were propped up against a pillar.

Then Stocking Face took his time and enjoyed his work while he wrapped and tied rope after rope around Craig’s legs and the pillar until Craig’s legs were completely splinted to the wooden column. Then Craig sighed a little through his nose because he thought that Stocking Face’s torments were over. But Stocking Face was only just getting started.

“My, what nice shoes you have,” Stocking Face taunted Craig.

Craig watched in confusion from the floor where he was lying while Stocking Face took his time untying each of Craig’s shoes and then pulling them off of his feet.

“My, what nice black nylon stockings you have.”

Too late, Craig realized where Stocking Face was going to go next. Craig huffed and grunted behind his gag and tried to pull his feet away from the pillar, but now it was too late. Stocking Face laughed and then ran just the balls of his fingers lightly over the soles of Craig’s stocking feet.

Craig shrieked behind his gag and his whole body jumped like he was having a heart attack.

“Yes, very interesting,” Stocking Face chuckled.

“No, no please, don't giggle me,” Craig begged very sincerely behind the layers of tape that were sealing his lips.

And that was just what Stocking Face wanted to hear. So then he began a very carefully calculated tickle attack on Craig’s trapped feet and poor Craig was transported into a different world as his body convulsed and shook and vibrated while his throat filled up with a cascade of shrieks and giggles and gasps until he could hardly breathe.

Something like a painful eternity later, Stocking Face finally paused in his attack.

“Now will you tell me about Project Bluebell?”

Tears were streaming down Craig’s cheeks and his breath was coming in ragged gasps, but he still shook his head from side to side and refused to give in.

That delighted Stocking Face. “You have courage young man. That is very good. I have been looking for a young man with courage to try out my new therapy on.”

Craig blinked tears out of his eyes and watched from the floor while Stocking Face fairly danced over to the other side of the room. Then he pulled aside a large drape cover to reveal a sectioned exam table that was all surfaced in padded leather and fitted with an assortment of hard leather straps. And surrounding the exam table Craig could see a family of electronic and mechanical machines that were fitted with all sorts of strange looking probing fingers.

“Once I get your clothes off, I think we are going to have a lot of fun finding out just what you know,” Stocking Face chortled.

Craig sighed and swallowed hard while his main organ gave a sudden twitch. He had no idea that the computer game business could be so exciting or so dangerous.

THE END

Craig played by Chris

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:09/04/2005