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The Basement (F/F) part 4 (NEW)

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Okay folks, here is another installment of this series I created a few years ago. I hope you enjoy the next installment...Like always, feedback always welcomed and appreciated.



Christina Wong sat at her desk, reviewing countless sheets of papers, which had possible leads to a serial predator that was on the loose. It was really late at night, around 3am, but she was determined to bring a certain criminal to justice. A criminal who has been kidnapping women and tickle torturing them. Christina knew all about this mysterious woman as she were also kidnapped and tickle tortured. Weeks passed by since the latest victim, a young goth girl, came to them and reported her assault. Christina looked over the reposrts again, hoping, actually praying, that a clue can be found. The only similarities between all the victims was that the assailant wore a vintage “Jason Vorhees” hockey mask and each attack occurred in some sort of basement. Christina continued to peruse the notes, then laid her head down for a moment.

“My sweet little eggroll….how sweet you look laying there…” a voice called out.

Christina’s eyes shot open and she realized she was trapped on her desk, her arms pinned to her sides and she was completely vulnerable. Her eyes opened even wider when she saw the mysterious woman appear at her feet. Her desk lamp illuminated the dirty hockey mask the woman wore and she saw the woman’s fingers carressing her boots.

“Did you miss me? I certainly missed you. I know you and your tasty partner have been looking for me, so I decided to find you!” The woman laughed.

“Leave me alone!! Who are you?!” Christina barked.

“I am who you think I am. The same woman that teased your sweet, tender body. The same woman who gave you an orgasm greater than anyone has ever given you. Now, my sweet and sour treat, I think it is time I get reacquainted with these tasty toes of yours…” the woman teased.

Christina began to panic as she saw the woman slowly unzip her boots and teasingly pulled them off. The woman then grabbed the tips of each sock and began to tug the sock free. Christina’s heart began to race as her feet became bare. She wiggled her toes in nervous anticipation as she saw fingernails getting closer and closer to her pudgy digits.

“Ah yes…sweet toes…isn’t that right Christina? Christina?…Christina?…Christina?” the voice continued.

“CHRISTINA!!!” a voice shouted.

Christina woke up from her slumber and rubbed her eyes. She saw her partner Lisa Hixon sitting in front of her and she realized she was dreaming.

“Chrissy, what were you dreaming of? I kept hearing you say ‘no please’.” Lisa asked.

“It must have been a dream. I was dreaming of…guess who?” Christina asked.

“The serial tickler? Wow, that’s not good. I can understand though. I have been having the same dreams. Chrissy, what is happening to us? We are great cops, but this woman. She has really gotten to us as well as to others in the city. We HAVE to find her and stop her.” Lisa told her.

“I know. We really do. I’m just glad the media hasn’t made a big deal out of this. Can you imagine the news now? A serial tickler? I think they would make a lot of fun about it, rather than focusing on the seriousness of it. But where is this basement? Las Vegas isn’t known for having basements, so you would think we would find it easily.” Christina replied.

“We just have to keep looking. Hopefully, we can get a break. Look, it’s almost 4am. We really need to get some sleep and try again tomorrow.” Lisa said while standing up and putting on her jacket.
“You’re right, let’s get some shut eye. See you in a few hours…” Christina giggled.

Both women left the office and went home. There would be another day for investigations, but it was time to get some sleep. Little did both women know, someone was watching them………


The following morning, Christina showed up at the office and was immediately greeted by her partner. She could see that Lisa had a concerned look on her face. “What’s up Lisa?”

“I think we might have our break! Follow me!” Lisa said excitedly.

Christina followed her partner into the interrogation area where a woman was sitting in one of the rooms. Behind the see-through glass, Christina was joined with her partner and her boss, Lt. Brooks. “What’s up? What did we find out?”

“Christina, we got word from the woman inside there that she knows something about the serial tickler. I want you two to go in there and find out what she has to say. Her name is Angela and she is in jail for various felonies. Narcotics, prostitution ring, etc. Chances are she is going to want some kind of deal, so let’s take her information with a grain of salt.” Lt. Brooks instructed.

Christina nodded to her partner and they both went inside. Angela sat in a chair at the table, dressed in her orange county jail issued jumpsuit. Angela was African American, her long hair braided and sported several tattoos. She smirked when she saw the two officers.

“I finally have an audience. Hello coppers, have a seat.” Angela smiled.

“No thanks, I’ll stand.” Lisa shot back. She didn’t like the air of confidence Angela had. It was almost like she was too cocky.

Christina sat down and faced Angela. She too could sense the arrogance, but if it meant a break in the case, she was willing to tolerate it. “So Angela, we hear you have some information for us.”

“Maybe I do. It seems like word is going around that you two are looking for a serial predator. A woman who is tormenting victims in a completely different way.” Angela mused.

“C’MON! SPIT IT OUT! WHAT DO YOU HAVE?!” Lisa shouted. She didn’t have time for games.

“I suggest you calm down pig. I have information you need, so I suggest you act like a lady.” Angela retorted.

“Lisa, please. Let me talk to her.” Christina told her partner. She then faced Angela. “Look Angela, let’s stop playing games. If you have information, tell me. I already know you want something in return, so what is it?”

“You’re a smart one. I give you information, I want time knocked off my sentence.” Angela demanded.

“Depends on the information. You give us information that solves this perps crime, I am sure the DA would be willing to work with you.” Christina told her.

“That works. You see, I have a sister who works at a sex shop. You know, the kind of place that sells sexual toys. Well, one day my sister is cleaning out the back when she sees this blond lady walk into the store. The woman wore a hat with a veil, so she couldn’t see her face. This blond woman seemed kind of odd. She would look at feathers as though she was mesmerized by them. This woman used the feather to tickle other customers and workers. She seemed to really smile when using them. But here is the crazy part. The woman started talking about bondage with ropes and she loved to tease helpless women. She then left the store and didn’t buy anything.” Angela told the story.
“That’s it? Your great information is about some woman, who’s face you didn’t see, going to a sex shop and buying feathers. Angela, I know you are the most trustworthy person I’ve ever met…” Lisa said sarcastically. “…but, this woman sounds like a woman who likes S&M. There is nothing distinct about her. I can’t believe you wasted our time!”

“Look copper! What I tell you is huge. How many women do you know do these kinds of things? Listen, I gave you information, can I get some time reduced off my sentence?” Angela told her.

“ARE YOU FLIPPIN’ CRAZY?! NO!” Lisa shouted.

“I am helping you! The crazy woman in the store talked about basements and stuff too! Which was weird considering there aren’t too many basements in Las Vegas.” Angela huffed.

Christina and Lisa looked at each other. “Did you say she was talking about basements?” Christina asked.

“Yeah! I can’t believe I wasted my time telling you this shit! I knew better than to trust cops!” Angela shouted as the guard escorted her out of the room.

“Did you hear her? The woman was talking about basements? I think we might have something here.” Christina told her partner.

“I don’t know. I think it is a reach. She’s a felon Chrissy, you even heard Lt. Brooks say take what she said with a grain of salt.” Lisa replied.

“I think we should check it out. I am going to visit this sex shop to see if I can find anything. Want to come with me?” Christina asked.

“I would love too, but I am going to go over some more notes. Plus, the goth chick called me recently. I want to see what she wants. I will catch up with you later though. Good luck.” Lisa told her.

Christina thought about what her partner said, but she was curious. What if it was the serial tickler at that shop? Christina went by her desk, grabbed her keys and left. On her way to the shop, she kept thinking about her dreams. It frightened her that despite she hated being tickled, she would admit that the orgasm was nothing like she felt before. She hated the fact that this serial tickler would have her own body turn against her. Her toes curled inside her boots as she continued to drive. She knew sooner or later, she was going to face her attacker again.

Christina arrived at the sex shop, which went by the name “Kitty’s Sex Place”. Christina rolled her eyes at the cheesy name. She thought the owners could come up with a better name than that. Nevertheless, it was a business that sold sexual toys, and if it meant breaking the case, the place could be called “Mom’s”. Christina parked her unmarked police car and got out. Dressed in a black top with her blue jeans and black leather jacket, she made her way towards the entrance. She walked in and the bell rang that would alert employees that a customer has entered.

“May I help you?” a young woman asked.

Christina looked the young worker over and she was amazed on how cute she was. She looked no older than 21 years old and her soft skin look perfect with her caramel color. She was African-American and Christina thought this might be the sister of Angela. “Hello?”

“Hmmm. You’re kinda cute. What kind I help you with today? Looking for some things to spice up your life?” she giggled.

“I wish. But I am here on business. I am Detective Christina Wong from the Las Vegas Police Department. I spoke with someone and she referred me here.” Christina told her.

“You must have talked to my sister Angela. Hi, I am Tiffany.” Tiffany told her extending her hand.

“Nice to meet you. Then you can probably guess why I am here. Look, if you know something that can help us break this case…” Christina started.

“All I know is some woman came here a few days ago and started to look at our ticklers. She was also talking about bondage and basements and stuff. There’s word on the street that there’s a crazy woman out there, kidnapping and tickling women. I told my sister to see if she knew anything from the inside and she doesn’t. So, I don’t know how much more I can tell you.” Tiffany replied.

“Can you tell me what she looked like?” Christina asked.

“It was weird. She was wearing a hat with a veil. I really couldn’t see anything.” Tiffany told her. She then picked up a bag of trash and started to head towards the back.

Christina followed her and the two continued to talk. Christina was hoping that Tiffany would tell her something that could lead to a break in the case. They approached the trash container and Tiffany threw her trash bag inside the huge bin. Tiffany then had a quizzical look on her face.

“Excuse me? Do either of you have the time?” a voice said.

Christina turned her head and once she did, she felt clouds of mist enter her nostrils, then she collapsed. Tiffany was in shock, then the same thing happened to her and she fell to the concrete unconscious. The figure stood over the two prone bodies and smiled.


Christine began to come to and she began to rub her neck. Her eyes slowly opened and everything seemed blurry. When her eyes cleared, she realized she was inside a cage! The cage was very small and Christina couldn’t even stand. She looked around and recognized the room she was in. It was the basement! She tried to pry the door open of the cage, but of course it was locked. She looked across the room and saw Tiffany laid out on a table. Christina knew what was about to happen and she started to cry out to Tiffany.

“Tiffany! Tiffany! Can you hear me?” Christina shouted.

Tiffany was still groggy when she heard Christina’s voice. She tried to turn her head, but realized she couldn’t! She tried to move her arms and legs, but realized that she must have been strapped down. She then wanted to scream, but noticed her mouth was stuffed with a ball gag. Pure fear struck through her body as she knew she was trapped and extremely vulnerable. She was strapped spread eagle to the table, with her arms stretched out over her head on the table, but was pleased that she still wore her clothes. Then, both women heard footsteps.

Christina looked over towards the stairs and saw darkness. The only light in the basement was a single lamp overhead of the table Tiffany was strapped on. She heard the footsteps and it seemed as though they were getting louder and louder. Then complete silence. Christina’s eyes darted all over trying to see what was happening. Whoever it was didn’t walk into the light. Christina put her face closer to the bars when suddenly a hockey mask appeared in her vision, illuminated with a flashlight.

“BOO!” a voice, said.

Christina screamed to the top of her lungs and she fell backwards inside the cage. Then she heard maniacal laughter.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh my sweet little eggroll…Did I scare you?” the masked woman asked.

“Y-yes. You did. Who are you?” Christina asked, hoping her heart came back into her chest.

“You know who I am sweetie. I am the same woman who made you cum. I am the same woman who will once again have a taste of sweet and sour sauce. I am the woman of your dreams…” the woman said.

Christina looked on as the hockey mask went away from the cage. She then heard the footsteps again, the sound of high heels clacking on the cold concrete floor. Christina slowly crawled to the edge of the cage again and she saw this crazed masked woman appear in the light where Tiffany was. Christina feared for Tiffany’s sanity at this point.

“Well what do we have here? You know, I always liked soul food…” the woman teased.

Tiffany screamed through her ball gag, but it had no effect. She looked up and saw the hockey mask and it terrified her. She started to cry because she knew she was about to die. The masked woman noticed this and chuckled.

“No my dear, you are not going to die. Why would I want to hurt you? I just want to play with you…” the woman teased. She then began to lightly trace her fingers across the forearms of Tiffany and the goose bumps immediately came out. “Ooooh! Looks like someone is…ticklish. Are you ticklish my delectable soul food? I love the sound of ticklish women. Let me remove this gag sweetums.”

Tiffany sucked in precious oxygen when the gag was removed, then began to cuss out the woman. “Don’t touch me you sick bitch! You must be that **** that is going around tickling women! You better not fucking touch me or…”

“Or you’ll what? You forgot that you are MY prisoner now. When I am done with you, you will beg me to release you. But not released from your bonds. Release you into complete and utter ecstasy…” the woman laughed.

Tiffany continued to cuss out her assailant, but giggles started to come out when she felt fingernails lightly tickling her biceps. Tiffany hated to be tickled and now she was powerless to stop it. The fingers then made their way into her armpits and Tiffany lost it. Her eyes clamped shut and her nervous system was on fire. Tiffany began to plead for mercy, but there was to be none.

“Mercy? Oh no my dear sweet potato pie. You are giving information to the police! I know your sister has been talking to the cops and we just can’t have that. So now I am going to make you pay for speaking to the law! Tell me my dear, are your ribs ticklish too?” the masked woman asked.

Christina couldn’t believe her hears. How did this woman know about Angela and their investigation? Christina watched in horror as the masked woman tore off Tiffany’s shirt. Christina didn’t know what to do. She was trapped in a cage and poor Tiffany was at this crazy woman’s mercy.

Tiffany continued to scream as she felt her shirt getting ripped off and the serial tickler was kneading her ribcage. She felt the fingers digging in deeper into her body and laughter just poured out. Her eyes were closed shut and her mouth was wide open, her white teeth being displayed prominently. She wished the tickling would stop, but there was to be no mercy.

The serial tickler continued to tickle her victim with great delight. She loved the soft feeling of the caramel skin on her fingertips. She loved looking at the sheer look of tickle terror on Tiffany’s face. She lowered her masked face into Tiffany’s and the look in Tiffany’s eyes warmed her soul. She was going to savor this moment.

“Oh, you are just so delicious looking. I wonder if this tummy wummy is ticklish too!” the masked woman teased.

Tiffany screeched like a banshee as she felt fingernails lightly caressing her stomach. Her stomach heaved in and out as the ticklish sensations continued to rip through her nerves. Her eyes remained wide open as she tried to look into the eyes of her attacker. The mask looked quite morbid and Tiffany really didn’t know if this woman wasn’t going to try and kill her later. All she could do right now is laugh and laugh she did when fingers began to dig into her belly button. Tiffany’s eyes began to roll into the back of her head as she couldn’t take much more of the tickling torment.

“My my my…aren’t you a ticklish one? If you are this ticklish already, what’s going to happen when I get to your feet?” the woman asked.

“No…no…no…no…not my feet…” Tiffany babbled.

Christina was watching the whole ordeal and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her mouth was getting dry from staying open so long and her eyes were fixated on the woman’s teasing of poor Tiffany. She watched as the masked villianess slowly walk over to Tiffany’s sneaker covered feet and with her thumb and index finger, she tugged at the shoelace, slowly undoing the knot.

The masked woman smiled beneath her mask as the knot was now undone and she started to completely unlace the shoe. She then grabbed the heel of the shoe and with a gentle tug, managed to pull the shoe off Tiffany’s sock covered heel. The shoe was pulled completely off and Tiffany’s toes flexed inside the sock. The serial tickler enjoyed listening to Tiffany’s breathless please, but nothing was going to stop her from getting to the ticklish prize beneath the sock. She then began to peel the sock off the trapped foot and once the sock came off the hell, the tickler let out a giggle as the pinkish sole became exposed.

“please…please…don’t do this to me…” Tiffany begged.

The masked woman finished peeling the sock off and exposed Tiffany’s foot. The foot looked so soft and so inviting. The toes were short and the skin looked so tender. The masked woman lightly dragged the tip of her fingernail up and down the sole and Tiffany’s foot went into spasms. Oh yes, this was a very sensitive foot.

“Feet ticklish my dear?” the woman taunted.

Christina looked on in horror as she then saw the masked woman rake her nails up and down the sole of Tiffany’s foot. She heard one of the most horrific screams coming from Tiffany and knew the poor girl must be deathly ticklish on her foot. Christina held her own boots as she watched the torment. She knew that her turn was next and would she be able to handle her feet getting tormented? Despite the sympathetic feelings, Christine watched in fascination. She was amazed on how skilled of a tickler this crazy woman was. The way her nails danced across the delicate flesh was mesmerizing. She saw the woman pull back the toes and attack the sensitive skin under Tiffany’s toes. The nails simply scratched along the toes and Tiffany screamed louder. Then suddenly the tickling stopped.

“Please…please…please…stop. Please don’t tickle me anymore…I beg you.” Tiffany wheezed.

“I can’t my dear watermelon girl. There’s another foot to tickle…” the woman laughed.

Tiffany began to whimper even more as she felt her other shoe getting unlaced then removed. Her sock soon followed and then felt her own sock getting stuffed in her mouth. A strip of duct tape covered her mouth, trapping her sock inside and Tiffany began to gag.

“Kitchy kitchy koo…” the woman teased as she attacked the newly bared foot.

Christina looked on as she saw this serial tickler tickle and torment Tiffany’s other foot. Christina remembered when she was strapped down and her own sensitive feet were tormented. She unconsciously began to reach out to Tiffany to try and help her, but it was no use. She was trapped in this small cage and all she could do is watch.

“You know something my tasty little barbecue rib? I think I see a spot right…HERE!” the woman laughed as she scraped her nail across the center of the ball of Tiffany’s foot. She was rewarded with more maniacal muffled laughter and her nail skittered across the same spot.

Tiffany’s mind turned to mush at this point. This woman continued to torment her very ticklish feet with no mercy. A lot of time passed and Tiffany began to get light headed. The tickling was taking its toll. She couldn’t even pick her head up due to her bondage. The finally the foot tickling stopped. Tiffany began to suck in oxygen through her nostrils. She yelped when her duct tape gag was ripped off.

“Ticklish sweetie? Oh yes, you tell your sister to keep her mouth shut. To demonstrate my point, I think it’s time I play with some nippies…” the woman laughed.

Tiffany had no idea what “nippies” were, but she knew she was going to find out. She yelped when she felt her bra get cut open and her breasts were exposed. Now she knew what “nippies” meant. She pleaded as she felt her nipples getting massaged. “don’t do that…please.”

“I like these nippies!” the woman laughed as she continued to slowly massage the soft brown nipples. She heard Tiffany starting to moan and she knew she had her right where she wanted her. She then began to tickle the nipples and the nipples responded by getting very stiff. “Oooh! I think someone likes having her nippies tickled…”

Tiffany couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She just went through tickle hell, yet this nipple tickling felt so remarkably good. Her nervous system was responding to the nipple teasing and she hoped it would continue.

“Does this feel good? I bet it does…I know one more spot that would feel even better….that sweet cookie of yours…” the woman teased.

Tiffany moaned when she heard the woman’s voice mention her “cookie”. She moaned even more when she felt her jeans getting unbuttoned. Tiffany’s mind wasn’t aware of her being kidnapped anymore. All she could think about was making her body feel better after the evil tickling torment she received.

Christina knew how Tiffany felt. The tickling would overtake her, but when the woman played with her special spot, it felt incredible. Christina began to get wet just watching what was happening. She watched the masked woman delicately cut open Tiffany’s jeans and then finally removing the jeans. She watched with great anticipation when the woman cut off Tiffany’s thong underwear, completely exposing her.

“Oh…..my……GOODNESS! Will you look at that! Such a sweet looking chocolate chip cookie. So very nice…Tell me cookie girl, is that cookie delicious?” the woman teased.

“oh my…yes…YES!” Tiffany moaned.

“Is this cookie…ticklish?” the woman teased. She laughed when she heard Tiffany moan. She then pulled out a feather and wiggled it in front of Tiffany’s eyes. “Does this look familiar? It’s the same feather from your shop. I think it’s on fair that I tickle your cookie with it…”

Tiffany began to giggle as she felt the feather dancing across her lips of her pussy. The feather rubbing against her womanhood felt so good, yet it tickled her too. She didn’t know what to think. She has never been tickled there before and by a woman.

Christina couldn’t believe what she was watching. She saw the feather sawing up and down Tiffany’s mound and listened to Tiffany’s moaning and giggles. She could see Tiffany arching her back in ecstasy. Christina licked her lips as she looked over this erotic scene.

“Such a ticklish cookie! Tickle tickle tickle! That’s right soul food, let me hear you beg me to make you cum..” the woman taunted.
“please…please…let me cum. I’m so close…” Tiffany moaned.

“Can I tickle your feet afterwards…” the woman asked.

“Yes…tickle my feet… let me cum….” Tiffany begged.

The masked woman then began to gently tease Tiffany’s clit with her fingers and Tiffany could feel the orgasm building up within her. As her clit was teased, she felt fingers tickling her lips as well. The contrasting sensations were driving her crazy, then finally she exploded. Tiffany’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as a tidal wave of pleasure ripped through her entire body from her scalp to her meaty toes. Finally, she passed out.

“Oh my poor baby. She is so sleepy. I must taste the cookie though…” the woman said as she lowered her head towards Tiffany’s mound and gave a gentle lick as she lifted the mask slightly. “mmmmm…delicious.”

Christina’s mind was turned to mush itself. She knew she shouldn’t be, but she was so turned on from what she witnessed. She then saw the woman walking towards her. Christina leaned back in the cage and terror struck her body.

“I haven’t forgotten about you egg roll. But, I will tend to you later.” The woman said, then sprayed a mist into the cage.

Christina breathed in the mist and suddenly, she felt light headed again. She passed out inside the cage and slumped over. The masked woman chuckled to herself and walked away from the cage.

Christina woke up again and tried to clear the cobwebs. As soon as her eyes opened she realized she wasn’t alone in her cage anymore. Laying across from her, still knocked out was her partner Lisa! Things were getting interesting……….






What do you guys think? Just who is this mysterious woman? Thoughts are most welcomed.
 
I'm so loving this series! This sounds like a script that could be used on a TV show I love. At first, I thought that the Tickler could be the Lieutenant, then I thought maybe it's the nurse, but now, I'm not so sure. Guess I'll have to wait.
 
Please, Primetime, you need to finish this series. Part five is just dying to be told. We are all waiting with breathlessly for what happens next!!
 
OH! I didn't know there was a part 4 at all, had seen the story links around the story library a few years ago so it was awesome to read some more of the investigation this time and that someone saw the mysterious woman in that store. Really makes me wonder who the person is, hoping we find out at some point.
 
Hi Primetime! It's almost the new year, will you ever finish this story?
 
Seriously, this is excellent work. Id love to see further chapters &#55357;&#56832;
 
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