Death Is No Laughing Matter

By DX

Copyrighted, 9/2025 all rights reserved.

 “Wakey, wakey, Super Secret Agent.”  Her voice curled around his ear like a python as her breath tickled him.  “Time to die.”

 Super Secret Tim Deth struggled awake.  Using his trained super secret skills, he pushed back the curtain of unconsciousness, and peered blearily around.  Grey cave walls, in a combination of rough rock and poured cement, surrounded him.  Lighter patches indicated equipment had been recently removed—hoses had been uncoupled, conduit clumsily torn away exposing shining copper wire.  Old rusting steel lampshades, once new during the war, dangled like old fruit above him.

 For someone, it was moving day.

 He could smell dampness, taste dust, and hear the incessant dripping of water, and his super secret agent trained instincts told him he was in an old abandoned underground bunker.

 He tried to rouse, but could feel hard clamps on his limbs.

 He couldn’t move.

 “Ahhhh, the sleeper awakes.”  Her voice purred.  “Now would be a good time to try and escape your death trap.”

 His eyes flashed in mild panic as the too perfect face of Evil Doctor Syn filled his vision as she leaned over him.  She had laser sharp brows, sinisterly arched like a growl over her cutting eurasian eyes.  Her lethally keen cheek bones flowed smoothly to her soft, full lips, locked in a perpetual, petulant smirk.

 “Come now,”  She cooed.  “you call that a struggle?”

 He pulled sharply on his limbs but found them utterly pinned.  He tried to retrieve his super secret lock-pick from the hidden space of his sleeve, but to his horror, he couldn’t move his fingers.  He tried to activate the super secret blade in his shoe, but his toes were completely restrained.  He tried to look around but he could not move his head.  “Agh hah hwo!”  He tried to curse, but his mouth had been jacked wide open, and his tongue was pressed down to the floor of his mouth.

 Evil Doctor Syn leaned back on a main frame console, and pretended to do her nails with his super secret lock-pick.  “Ohhh,”  She pouted with her succulent, kissable lips.  “Did someone loose something?”  She set the tool on the dais, and walked slowly around the room.  She moved easily on her black patent leather en-pointe shoes that rose to her mid-thigh.  Arterial blood red latex gripped her callipygous form, interrupted by a black leather corset and utility belt clasped at her waist.  Her latex clad marvelous zeppelin breasts swayed casually as she walked.  Her latex surrounded her head, leaving only her face, her too perfect beautiful face, and her tar black ponytail exposed.

 Her eyes smiled hungrily.  “I see you’re back to full consciousness, so I’ll let you know what is going on.”  Her teeth flashed as she exposed her fangs.  “Welcome to your Death Trap!”  She giggled.  “This is where you will die.”  

 Super Secret Agent Tim Deth pulled on his restraints again.  Nothing gave, nothing moved.  He could feel binders on his fingers and toes, his arms and legs, neck and head.  He was pinned fast.

 Evil Doctor Syn stepped closer.  “Our little, Super Secret Agent/Evil Super Villain game was fun, but your, ‘kill the hostage first’ attitude was getting… well, rather messy.  For goodness sake, you blew up an entire shopping mall to try to get one guy!  And you didn’t even catch him!  He escaped disguised as a firefighter, by the way.”  She said dismissively.  “Walked right passed you.  So anyway, the Cabal of Roguery said you had to go, so here you are.”  She pressed her finger tips together as she smiled.  “I’ve decided your death will be… dramatic pause… a laughing matter!”  

 She brushed her rubber clad finger across his ribs and he quickly tensed.  Her eyes flashed.  “Oooo, look at that.”  She whispered, a little impressed.  “See, when my lackey, dressed as a firefighter, brushed past you, as I saw your reaction on my super villain snoop camera, I learned something rather odd: you are ticklish.”  She snorked a laugh.  “How random is that?”  Her eyes softened as she regarded him.  “It’s probably your super secret reflexes making you overly sensitive.  So, that is how you will die.  Tickled to death.”

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Copyrighted, 9/2025 all rights reserved.