THE PHARAOH'S CURSESilke had to admit, they had gotten the drop on her. She must have tripped an alarm somewhere, because she had barely penetrated the secret headquarters of the Orange Feather Illuminati before a hand clamped firmly over her nose and mouth; strong arms grabbed her and pinned her arms to her sides. The sickly sweet smell of chloroform soon rendered her unconscious. When she awoke, she was in rather a precarious situation. She was seated on some sort of strange chair, her legs strapped down over thigh and calf. Her arms were clamped tightly to her sides, with another pair of bands. Her jumpsuit had been unzipped, and her breasts had spilled out. This was bad enough, but not entirely unexpected. But the worst part was her feet were bare, and locked in place with a sturdy pair of stocks. Electronic locks were clamped down, and Silke could barely move. Masked technicians bustled around, setting a diabolical device by her vulnerable soles.
“Now then, Miss Arches,” a guttural, rasp
The House of a Thousand Tickle Traps
It was a normal day in my dorm room; I scanned the classifieds for odd jobs while my roommate, Cassandra was playing Galaga. "Please tell me you're not gonna sign up for another drug trial" said Cassandra. "I might; you know I need the extra money". "Well, the last time you were participating to be a guinea pig, you became insanely hyperactive and tried to shave my head because you thought the individual strands were depressed". "That was a fluke". "Whatever; I'm staying with Nancy if you're testing a drug again". I flipped over to the next
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