Yippee??? 2 (scifi celeb)
by hypnojon32
Disclaimer: This story contains, s/m role-play, bondage, hypnofetishism and sci-fi.(gasp) If you are not of legal age, (eg.18+) or offended by such subjects, then stop reading, you pervert! Perhaps you are living in a backwater community that frowns on such explicit materials. In such a case, stops reading, FEEL MY HUG, and know that I feel genuinely sorry for you.
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real events or people, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
When Frank, Joe and Paulo awoke, they found they were standing in a large, plushy office with a black and white checkerboard floor. Their legs had been untied so they could stand but their hands, and chests remained tightly bound with green plasma ropes. They had been ungagged.
Frank blinked, and shook his head to clear the remaining effects of the hibernation spray. Looking around, he saw that they were being attended by two YIPPEE guards with biceps the size of grapefruits. There was a portly man sitting behind a huge, mahogany desk. Standing in front of the desk with his back to the Hardy Boys was a pencil-thin man.
“These are the Hardy Boys, the ones who have defied YIPPEE’s rules and regulations by running that bondage website,” the twig figure was tattling.
“I see,” Cannem said, “Bring them closer.”
The bound boys were shoved closer to the desk by the burly guards.
“Oh I don’t think those ropes are necessary,” Cannem said, motioning to the guards.
One of the guards removed a laser rope generator from his belt and set the color to yellow. As soon as the yellow touched the green laser circles the two colors cancelled each other and the green ropes instantly disappeared. The boys took a few moments to massage their wrists.
“Now boys,” Cannem began in a friendly, almost paternal voice, “I’m sure you realize how serious these charges are. What do you have to say for yourselves?”
“Look, whatever you have, or think you have on us, leave Paulo out of this. Let him go. He was just visiting when your thugs burst in and kidnapped us,” said Frank.
“No way, Frank, I’m in with you all the way. I’m not going to desert you in this.” Paulo said staunchly.
“How very touching! But pointless!” came the reedy voice of pencil man. “Mr. President, I have reams of evidence, logs of chat and copies of photo evidence showing these boys in stages of bondage, showing their guilt. And since you were at the scene of the crime along with these malefactors, you must be involved as well and will be punished with them.”
“Well boys, it looks like we’ve got you, dead to rights. You’re house has already been destroyed. Furthermore, you’re credit history will be deleted and any money you have will be confiscated and go toward continuing building the glory of YIPPEE. Also you will be forbidden to buy or own any computer or phone device for a total of, ohhhh say, 99 years!”
“What!” Frank cried, as all three of their jaws dropped, “That’s outrageous! That’s totally unfair! And inhuman! What will we do to live!?”
“Not my problem,” said Cannem.
“What! Not your problem! YOU are the problem,” Paulo cried passionately.
“Besides,” Joe added, “What happened to us having a say for ourselves?”
“You should have thought of that before your brother became the defender of the innocent. You should have just answered the question.”
“What! This makes no sense! You can’t just judge us without some sort of defense.
“I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!!!” Cannem roared, rising up from his chair, his face as red as a tomato, “I can make any law I want! I own you! I am President! I AM YIPPEE!!!”
“You’re nothing!” yelled Frank, “You’re just an evil dictator! A petty despot with too much time on your hands! And when we get out of here, even if we have to beg, borrow or steal one phone cord at a time, we won’t rest until we’ve destroyed you! Right guys?”
“Right!” Joe and Paulo said.
“Wrong!” Cannem said, pressing buttons.
The three black squares the boys were standing on fell out and each of them fell out of sight. As the trapdoors silently closed, silencing their fading screams, stick man’s jaw dropped.
“Man! How many trapdoors have you got in here anyway?”
“I guess I could open them all and let you count them,” Cannem said, his finger circling over a button, “Of course that would also open the one you’re standing on!”
“Never mind,” stick man said quickly.
* * *
Frank fell into forever. The darkness was absolute. Then Frank realized the chute had taken on a sloped but steep surface. He was still falling but suddenly he felt himself curving slightly.
Twisting and turning and still falling, Frank became less afraid. In the distance he could hear Joe and Paulo cries for help. They grew louder. And still he fell.
“Joe! You OK?” he yelled.
“OK so far! What kind of weird funhouse is this? Whhhhooooaaaa!!!”
At one point Frank swore that Joe’s voice passed over him, even as he kept sliding into the abyss.
And then it was over. One moment he was sliding to his doom and the next he arrived at it. Frank fell out of a square hole in the wall onto a cobblestoned floor. Seconds later, Joe and Paulo were dumped out from two other openings.
Joe groaned. “Ohhh! Where are we?”
Wherever it was, it was deep underground. Dungeon-like in nature, the room they were now in had stone floors and walls. Lit by primitive torches, the place looked medieval.
Before Frank could look around any further, he felt a smooth, black glove close over his mouth and cold steel against his neck.
“If the two of you make one wrong move, I will blow his brains out. End of story. Move!”
* * *
Later, Joe realized there was nothing he could have done. The guard who had captured them kept his gloved hand gagging Frank and his gun trained on his neck the entire time to ensure their obedience. However, in the now, while it was happening, he felt totally frustrated and like a complete tool.
The guard marched them over to a central place of the dungeon. There, more guards seized Paulo and Joe and tied their wrists and ankles. Only when it was clear that they were not a threat, did the guard release Frank. Then his wrists and ankles were tied. Another rope was woven through and between them, linking them together. This rope was then hung over a large metal hook. The hook was then raised and swung over a huge circular pit. The rope with the hook on it was huge, as round as a man’s arm. The rope ran up above the boys up near the ceiling where it was hooked over a large pulley. Then it ran down again, where it was split into three ropes each as thick as the host rope. Three guards pulled on theses three sections until they had the boys exactly where they wanted them. Then they tied them off in huge knots to three huge rings in the wall in three different sections of the dungeon. The boys ended up hanging face out directly over the center of the pit. The pit had to be at least 50 feet deep. Far below, the boys could see the floor move.
“They’re snakes,” confirmed Cannem, “Boa constricters, to be exact. Non-poisonous but they’ll crush you before they swallow you whole.”
The three boys twisted their heads and ended up spinning crazily around on their meat hook. Where had HE come from?
The three boys each gave their own original rude greeting. Cannem ignored them.
“Excuse about the primitive, low-tech surroundings. But I thought it was appropriate due to your soon to be, low-tech demise, your surroundings might as well match. No high-tech gizmo to get you loose. No plasma ropes. Just you, me, and good old fashioned hemp.”
“But where are we?!” asked Frank.
“Under YIPPEE headquarters, in my private dungeon. You should be proud. Only the lowest of the low, the most dangerous criminals, and the people who piss me off the absolute most get to see it.”
“If you don’t mind, I think I’ll leave this out of the Christmas newsletter,” Frank said dryly.
Cannem ignored him “Since there are three of you, I thought I would make your doom threefold as well. As you can see, the rope holding you up is tied off at three areas.” The fat man waddled over to the first knot. “The first rope has a canvas bag filled with goat’s blood hanging above it. After we leave, the rats is here will sniff it out and chew it open. The blood will splash down on the rope and the rats will then chew through the rope.”
He sauntered over to the second rope. “This rope will have a candle set next to it. It will take a little while for the wick to reach the rope, but when it does it will quickly burn through.”
“Finally, the third. This is my favorite. As you might have already noticed, there is a pendulum blade about 12 feet above the rope. When we leave, it will be started. As it swings, it will lower, bit by bit, eventually slicing through the enormous knot. It has been figured that each trap will begin to eat away at the ropes at the same time but it is not known which one will be the one to plunge you to your doom. The boys upstairs have got quite a pool going.”
“How nice for them,” Joe said sarcastically.
“However, if you wish to beg for mercy, to accept the punishment put out upstairs, I am willing to listen now.”
“I wouldn’t ask mercy from you, if you sprouted a habit and turned into a nun,” Paulo declared.
“Ass rammer!” spat Joe.
Frank was impassive.
“Grrrrrrrr!!!!” Cannem growled. “Start ‘em up!”
A guard hung the small canvas bag above the rope. At the second, another guard placed a tall taper in a candlestick next to the rope and lit it. At the third, the attending guard pulled a rope and started the pendulum blade. The shining metal swung back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm.
“So long boys!” Cannem and the guards guffawed as they exited the dungeon through a camouflaged door. The boys were now alone.
“Don’t worry guys,” Frank said, wriggling his fingers, “We’ll be OK.”
“What are you doing?” Joe asked, “Can you reach your knots? Can you get loose?”
Frank wriggled his fingers a bit more, and then stopped, “No. These knots are really tight. I can’t feel a thing.”
As predicted, rats were already coming out of the shadows. Drawn to the bag of blood, they used nooks and crannies to climb up to the bag. One cautiously sniffed it. Then another. One cautiously scratched, then bit at it. The candle burned down slowly. The shining blade swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth and lowered down, inch by inch.
Facing outward, each boy was facing his own peril. Paulo watched as the emboldened rats ripped open the bag. Blood splashed down over the huge knot. Eagerly, the rats began to chew and tear at the bloody hemp.
Joe’s eyes were fixed on the candle flame. Slowly, it continued to burn down closer and closer to the knot.
And Frank. Frank eyes were drawn back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, following the shining blade as it lowered closer and closer. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
Helplessly they dangled in the air. Each of them faced a nightmare. Sweat broke out on their foreheads.
Abruptly, Joe panicked. He pulled up on his arms, struggling against him bonds. He only ended up spinning them dizzily around and around. “HELP! HELP! We’ve got to get loose! Got to get off! The candle! The candle’s burning the rope! HELP!!!”
The rats chewed. The blade swung and lowered another foot.
JOE!! Calm down!” Frank shouted authoritatively, “Everything’s going to be OK. We’re going to get out of here! CALM DOWN!”
The rats chewed. The candle burned. The blade swung a little lower.
The boys spun. “I’M GONNNNAAA PUUUUKKE!!!!!” yelled Paulo.
The rats chewed. The candle burned. The flame burned the knot. The blade swung back and forth, back and forth.
The rats’ rope frayed. The three boys dropped a few inches.
“Ahhhhh!” they screamed.
The candle’s rope burned. It frayed a bit. The boys dropped down some more.
“Yaaaahhh!!!”
“Don’t worry, guys! We’re going to be ok!” Frank said.
“Uh, Frank? What are you basing that on?” Joe asked.
Frank poker face was an enigma.
The rats chewed. The rope frayed and untwisted some more. And some more. The rats sensed something was wrong and abandoned ship. The rope snapped. One unlucky rat was catapulted across the dungeon and was smashed against the opposite wall. The boys were dropped down a foot.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
The boys’ foreheads were slick with cold sweat. Frank eyes grew more and more terrified and the gleaming blade took longer and longer arcs. Then as he watched the blade swung down and took its first bite of the knot. It sliced a few tiny fibers.
The candle’s rope burned in earnest. It frayed and twisted and unraveled. SNAP!!!
Back and forth. Back and forth. Slice. Slice. Slice.
“Dios Mio!” yelled Paulo.
Slice.
“Frank! What’ll we do!” Joe cried.
Slice.
“FRANK!!!”
Slice.
“Don’t worry, Joe…”
Slice.
“Everything’s gonna be fine!”
Slice.
Slice.
Back.
Slice
Forth
Slice
SNAP!!!
“NOOOOOAAAHHHH!!!!” they yelled.
The Hardy Boys and Paulo plunged into the pit.
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