Cybertickler
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Brytini stepped slowly through the dark department store, looking for that pair of shoes she wanted so badly. Paying more that $250 for one pair of shoes was ridiculous…why not steal them instead? Hanging out in the bathroom long enough seemed to work to get her in after hours…now she had to find them and get out without being noticed.
It was 11:30, and Brytini knew she had to be out of the mall before midnight, when all the doors in the building would lock down and escape would be impossible. A few stray security guards still wandered the premises, so she kept as quiet as she could, tiptoeing through the large department store like a cat.
Silently she snuck through row after row of clothing, keeping her head low, hunting for those damnable shoes. She hoped beyond hope that they had her size on the shelves, size nine.
After only a few moments more of searching, she found the right aisle. She turned down it and thought she heard a creaking sound a ways off to the left, so she stopped dead and felt her heartbeat pick up. After several long, agonizing seconds, she heard nothing more, and soon, she had the pair of size nine designer shoes tucked neatly under her arm. She snuck around the corner and headed for the doors in the back.
She had only a few more sneaky steps to go when a shiny, black shoe shot out in front of her, catching her at the shins and bringing her down, flat on her face. With a clatter, her precious shoes slid to a stop on the floor in front of her, and she felt cold metal being snapped about her wrists.
“You’re under arrest, little girl,” came a voice from above her.
Busted.
Officer Jenkins, the one and only actual police officer on the security detail at the store, sat in his swively chair behind his desk, tapping at his computer keys. Brytini’s wallet was laying, open, in front of him.
After a brief pause, Jenkins looked over and the red-faced girl. Her head was hung, her hazel eyes gazing unwaveringly at the floor, her strawberry blonde hair draped and hanging over her shoulders. “You really did it this time, didn’t you, Ms. Beckworth?” the officer asked her, rhetorically. Brytini just sat there, her posture unchanged.
“You know, if you have only been about two minutes earlier, I never would have known. I had only gone into the surveillance room to get my doughnut, and there you were, your young, pretty face plastered all over my screen. Foolish, really…at least you were going after something worthwhile.” He tapped a few more keys. “Let’s see here…history or prior arrests for theft, burglary, arson, assault…damn, girl, where are you parents from, Alcatraz? Holy shit…” he muttered, shaking his head.
At the mention of her parents, Brytini suddenly spoke up. “Officer Jenkins…my parents….my parents aren’t alive anymore…” she said, solemnly.
The policeman looked at his screen to confirm. “You’re right…I’m sorry. Who are your guardians?”
“I…I live by myself…and I can’t afford bail…” Brytini said pitifully. She wasn’t sorry for what she did, the officer realized, she was just upset that she got caught.
“It’s kids like you that really piss me off…you come in here and ruin the reputations of hard-working people like me. If I had my way you’d already be in jail, little girl.”
“I’m sorry, sir, I…I don’t know what came over me...”
“Oh, cut the bullshit!” the policeman ordered. Brytini whimpered, and he saw a tear drop from her face to the floor between her sneakers. She just was scared of going to jail, that’s all.
“All right…you know what…” the policeman thought out loud, “…I’ll make you a deal. I won’t throw you in the slammer, on two conditions.”
The 18 year old girl looked up, brightening immediately. She was going to get off easy again, all thanks to her wonderful acting.
“One: If I ever, ever catch you not just in, but NEAR, this store again, you will be detained for trespassing and booked for this offense. Is that clear?”
The girl nodded her head furiously. “Yes, yes…what’s the other condition?”
Jenkins hesitated for a moment, and looked vaguely uneasy. He thought…then told the girl to stand up and turn around. She did as she was told, and when her back turned, her wrists, still linked by the handcuffs, jingled together at the small of her back. Jenkins shuffled through one of his desk drawers and pulled a long, wide handkerchief from it, and folded it over a few times. “Close your eyes,” he ordered the girl.
She did as she was told, and a moment later, the handkerchief-turned-blindfold was wrapped around her head, covering her eyes. She squealed in surprise at first, but a chastising comment from her arresting officer shut her up quickly. When the knot was tied behind her head tightly, he sat her down on the chair again.
“Move and the deal is off.” Jenkins left the room for a moment, but soon he returned, carrying several item unbeknownst to the blindfolded girl. Feathers, duct tape, and silk neckties, all of which he laid on his almost bare desk. He hefted his computer from the desk to the floor, and piled his personal effects from the deck onto his mat calendar, and settled all of this on the floor also. His desk was now empty except for the items he had just brought back from the store.
Brytini still sat in her chair, arms cuffed together behind her back. She looked nervous, and her forehead shown a few beads of perspiration. Officer Jenkins lifted her from her seat and uncuffed her, then had her lay down on the desk, on her back.
“What…what are you doing, sir?” she asked, a little nervous.
“Be quiet,” was all he said in response. He recuffed her wrists together in front of her and had her lifts them up and over her head, positioning her so that the crooks of her elbows fell over the end of the desk. The officer then tied her cuffed wrists to the desk’s legs using a couple of the neckties her had brought in from the store.
Brytini was scared now. “Please, sir, I don’t know what you’re doing, but I don’t think…”
“Shut up, I’m not going to hurt you,” the man said in an irritated voice. She was in no place to argue, so Brytini became quiet again.
The officer continued his plan. He spread the girl’s legs, tying her ankles to ther other end of the desk with the remaining neckties. When she was well secured, he stood back and looked over her. He wiped nervous sweat from his brow and asked her if she was comfortable.
“Um, I’m not uncomfortable, but I don’t…I don’t like being tied up…” Brytini whimpered.
“Well, that’s beside the point. You’re going to be here for a while. Here is the other half of the deal. You’re going to spend the night here. I will tickle you as much as I want, and if I think you are truly sorry for what you did by the morning, I will let you go without charging you. Got it?”
Brytini shifted in her bonds, struggling suddenly. “No! You monster, you can’t do that! Lemme go now!!”
The police officer only chuckled. “Doesn’t look like you have much of a choice, does it?” He walked to the end of the table and quickly yanked off her sneakers, revealing her pink-socked size 9 feet.
Brytini thought for a short moment. What harm would a little tickling do? Yeah, she was incredibly ticklish, but she never disliked it anyway…and if it means not going to jail, great.
“All right…but be careful, I don’t want to wet myself!” she submitted.
“That’s a good girl.” Jenkins slowly peeled her cute little pink socks from her bound feet and balled them up together. To Brytini’s sudden surprise, she felt her own socks being shoved into her mouth, and before she could spit them out, several strips of duct tape covered her mouth, effectively gagging the poor girl and cutting off any means of begging. She screamed into her sock-gag and shook her head back and forth.
“Now, let’s see…” the officer taunted, picking up two long, stiff blue feathers he borrowed from the hobby and crafts center. “…where to start….”
The officer pulled up a stool by the end of the desk where the girl’s naked, helpless feet wriggled. He slowly slid the tip of one feather along the girl’s left sole, and that foot wriggled more, but she kept quiet behind her gag. He let the second feather join the first, and as they glided up and down her bare soles, Brytini giggled softly into her gag.
“Mmmhhmhmhmhmhmhmhmmm!” she tittered. Her toes wriggled around and her head shook back and forth a bit. The feathers tickled an awful lot!
Officer Jenkins teasingly slid the feather along her soles for only a few minutes before he decided to go a little harder on the girl. He turned the feather on their sides and began to saw them back and forth, sideways, along her foot bottoms. The tendrils of the feathers brushed back and forth, covering every bit of skin of each foot. Suddenly the girl’s muffled giggles turned to shrieks and squeals as the feathers slid over her skin.
“EEEEEEEEE MEEEEEE HEE HEE HEEEE!!” Brytini tugged maniacally at her bonds, unable to free herself. The feather danced over her heels, arches, toes, and the balls of her feet, even along the edges of her feet, and she laughed into her gag like she had never been tickled before.
Keeping a sharp eye on the clock, Jenkins tortured the girl’s helpless soles for over half an hour. When he finally stopped, Brytini was giggling into her gag like a madwoman, her forehead had become dampened by a thin film of sweat, and her hair was all over the place. “Are you sorry for what you did?” he asked the girl. She nodded her head vigorously. “Yeah, sure,” the officer replied. “You’re going to be here till 5 AM no matter what you say or do, so get used to it.” The feather descended upon her helpless soles again, and for another half hour, Brytini screamed into her own socks with laughter.
It was one in the morning, and an 18 year old strawberry blonde laid tied to a police officer’s work desk, barefoot, still giggling, her soft, pedicured soles turned pink from an intense tickling they had just received. She wished this would end, and regretted thinking, “What’s a little tickling?” earlier that morning.
“Now, you do understand that this is only beginning, right?” Officer Jenkins reminded her. He reached over and harshly yanked the duct tape from the girl’s mouth, and pulled her saliva-soaked socks from her jaws. Brytini flexed her jaws, still giggling a bit.
“Please..hee hee…please let me go…I’ll never come back here again, I swear!” Brytini still gasped for breath, now that she was able to gulp it down through her mouth.
“It’s not that easy, dear. You’re stuck…and there’s no one left here, so your screaming and laughing will not be heard at all, except by yourself and I.” The policeman smiled, pulled a pair of scissors from his desk drawer, and climbed onto the desk, straddling Brytini’s hips.
“Wait, what…what the hell are you doing? Get the fuck off of me!” she spat with a vicious tone.
“You might want to watch your tone, ticklish little girl…I might do something that could embarrass you.” Jenkins lifted the girl’s shirt from her belly and started to cut through it, slowly, letting the realization of her situation sink in.
Brytini’s jaw hung agape for a moment in shock as she tried to figure out what was happening. She was still blindfolded, and couldn’t see anything but darkness, but she figured it out soon enough, then screamed out. “WHAT THE FUCK?! Stop that right now!!!” She thrashed in her bonds, but that only made the fabric rip, and the thin shirt was soon sliced through and removed, leaving her upper body protected only by a skimpy, red, lacy bra. Another couple of snips and that too was pulled from her. Brytini’s face turned a bright shade of crimson as her 36-B breasts were bared for her torturer to see, and as the cool air wafted over her naked upper body, she felt them stiffen involuntarily. Her angered commands soon turned to soft pleas for mercy. “Please, sir, I’m sorry I cursed at you, but please, don’t do this…this is illegal…”
“Do you think what you did was legal, then? After tonight, we’ll call it even. Now be quiet before you loose your jeans, too!” Jenkins got the feather again and waved it in front of her face, and she started to beg him not to tickle her anymore. Her eyes followed the feather as far as they could, but soon it was out of sight, and she felt it in her left armpit, gently stroking along her bare, shaved skin.
“Eeeeeep!!” she squealed, and she gently twisted underneath the officer. The feather flicked up and down in her underarm, and it’s speed increased, soon flailing about and eliciting giggles, squeals, and titters from the girl. “Hee hee hee hee hee, pleeeeeeeze, oh my gosh, eeeeeee hahahahahahaha!”
“Does this tickle?” the officer teased. “Cootchie Coo!” He slid the feather down her stretched out ribcage, then back up, then half way down, twirling it against her ribs. She could feel every tendril as it caressed and stimulated her skin. Soon the feather repeated these same motions on her right underarm and side, and by the time he gave her another break after about 15 minutes, she was a giggling mess.
“Had enough yet?” he asked. He slid the feather lightly over the girl’s collarbone and neck. She squealed and tried to hold her breath….which failed and she released another stream of giggled.
“Plee hee hee heeease, stooooop!” She wasn’t as vicious anymore, now she just wanted the teasing to be done with. Her begging had begun to take on a more playful tone. She wriggled in her bonds and her small, pert breasts jiggled slightly.
The policeman decided to try something new. He slide the feather down along her cleavage and swept it underneath her breasts, and Brytini’s eyes shot wide open under her blindfold. She didn’t laugh, but Jenkins felt her shudder underneath his weight. The feather swept up around the edges of her breasts, then across the centers, brushing over her stiff nipples. Brytini turned her head to the side and screwed her eyes shut, trying her best not to giggle madly or moan sensuously. She had never felt this kind of sensation before, and though it was a maddening, teasing tickle, it felt incredibly good at the same time.
“Does someone like this?” Jenkins asked as he felt the girl squirm beneath him. “I know I do…you should too.” He said wryly.
“N-no…it-it tickles…oh gosh…” Brytini managed to get out before she began to giggle again. This time her giggles her not torturous, instead they were enticingly playful, and though her cheeks were still rosy red, she wanted to look longingly up to the officer. She liked--no, she loved this, but she was too proud to admit it to him. He already knew, anyway, she could tell.
For only a few minutes did he feather her small, sensitive breasts, before the feather slid down her cleavage again and over her tummy. It took a moment for it to register, but when it did, she squealed and bucked underneath him.
“EEEP! Nooooo, don’t….nnoooooo!!! Hee hee hee hee heeeeeeeeee hahahahaha!!” She writhed under him as the feather glided over her soft belly, twirled in her navel, and caressed her hips. Jenkins looked at the clock as he tickled the girl, adding his free hand to poke and prod her ribcage and squeeze her hips. For the longest hour of her life, Brytini was tickle tortured on her sides, belly, hips, and underarms, all while tied tightly to a desk, half naked, and somewhat aroused.
It was now 2:30, AM. Brytini laid gasping on the desk, her brow matted with her sweat-stained hair, her chest heaving for breath, her sides aching from laughing harder than she ever had in her entire life. Her blindfold had absorbed her tears of laughter, which would have streamed freely down her face more than half an hour ago. Her nipples were so stiff they could have sliced through diamonds, and they literally ached for attention. All the over-stimulation of the tickling had set her loins on fire, and she could feel her womanhood’s moistness on her panties. As she gasped to regain her normal breathing patterns, her hips gyrated slightly, indicating her arousal to Jenkins.
“You want more, don’t you?” the officer teased.
Brytini’s immediate response was to cry out, “YES!”, but she caught herself and took a deep breath. She couldn’t let this man break her…though she wanted it, if she let him know, she would be his toy to play with, and she knew that she would have to keep coming back to him for more.
“N…no…I hate it!” she said. Not a few seconds later, she felt the cold steel of those damnable scissors slicing through her jeans. They were soon pulled free, and Brytini realized just how hot she had become. The cool air caressed her legs and crotch, and her moist panties suddenly felt awfully cold, since they were so wet. She blushed, but did not resist, as the pink fabric was cut away and she was made totally nude in front of her captor.
“You hate it?” Officer Jenkins chuckled. “That’s not what this says…” he said, as he gently slid the red, stiff feather up and down Brytini’s wet womanhood.
It was as if someone had sent a ten thousand volt shock of electricity through the naked girl’s body. She screamed, her back arched, she clenched her fists. Her scream melted into insane, out of control laughter as the feather slid along her lips. She never thought that area was very ticklish, but she was dead wrong. She bucked wildly as her pussy was feathered, which only made things worse, as that made the feather’s movements faster and more erratic.
“OOOOHH GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAWD NOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAAH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEEHAHAHAHAH!!!” she cried out in laughter. The feather torturously tickled all over her vulva, around the hood of her clit, and down over her entrance. This was by far the most ticklish thing she had ever felt, and after only a few minutes, she could feel her desire building exponentially towards release.
Brytini’s blindfold was pulled from her eyes and she struggled harder as she watched her vicious tickler straddle her hips again, this time, facing her feet. His weight pinned her down and she could no longer buck, but only wriggle wildly and clench and unclench her toes and fists. The feather never stopped sliding along her wet pussy, and soon, it sawed in between her lips. As she felt the tendrils caressing, teasing, tickling her ultra-sensitive inner folds of skin and her clit, her mouth formed an “O” shape while she screamed with laughter.
Officer Jenkins saw his cue. As the young, beautiful, naked girl’s body stretched taut as a bow, he leaned over and tickled her left bare foot with one hand as the feather kept sliding along her pussy. Brytini’s laughter redoubled and she suddenly felt the strongest orgasm she had ever gone through in her life begin to wash over her. She felt only two things: a feather causing her more pleasure and torture at the same time than she had ever felt, and a set of fingertips tickling her incredibly sensetive left sole. Her toes clenched, she pulled hard at her restraints, the double stimulation too much for her body and mind to handle. Just as she peaked, her orgasm reaching it’s most intense point, her laughter reaching it’s highest pitch, she blacked out.
Brytini awoke with a very sudden start. She sat bolt upright, looking around her, her breath and heart both doing double time. She relaxed when she realized she was sitting on her front porch, fully clothed. Apparently her torturer gave her some new clothes. She looked down to her feet, and she was shocked.
There were those unbelievably expensive shoes she wanted so badly.
The girl smiled, looked at her watch, and stood up to head into her house before anyone woke up. She quickly found that was a bad idea. She sunk back to the wooden patio, her legs still weak and her womanhood still over-sensitized from her ordeal. She laid back slowly, grinning wildly, reliving that wonderful, yet torturous experience, and thinking about when she would next be visiting that department store…
It was 11:30, and Brytini knew she had to be out of the mall before midnight, when all the doors in the building would lock down and escape would be impossible. A few stray security guards still wandered the premises, so she kept as quiet as she could, tiptoeing through the large department store like a cat.
Silently she snuck through row after row of clothing, keeping her head low, hunting for those damnable shoes. She hoped beyond hope that they had her size on the shelves, size nine.
After only a few moments more of searching, she found the right aisle. She turned down it and thought she heard a creaking sound a ways off to the left, so she stopped dead and felt her heartbeat pick up. After several long, agonizing seconds, she heard nothing more, and soon, she had the pair of size nine designer shoes tucked neatly under her arm. She snuck around the corner and headed for the doors in the back.
She had only a few more sneaky steps to go when a shiny, black shoe shot out in front of her, catching her at the shins and bringing her down, flat on her face. With a clatter, her precious shoes slid to a stop on the floor in front of her, and she felt cold metal being snapped about her wrists.
“You’re under arrest, little girl,” came a voice from above her.
Busted.
Officer Jenkins, the one and only actual police officer on the security detail at the store, sat in his swively chair behind his desk, tapping at his computer keys. Brytini’s wallet was laying, open, in front of him.
After a brief pause, Jenkins looked over and the red-faced girl. Her head was hung, her hazel eyes gazing unwaveringly at the floor, her strawberry blonde hair draped and hanging over her shoulders. “You really did it this time, didn’t you, Ms. Beckworth?” the officer asked her, rhetorically. Brytini just sat there, her posture unchanged.
“You know, if you have only been about two minutes earlier, I never would have known. I had only gone into the surveillance room to get my doughnut, and there you were, your young, pretty face plastered all over my screen. Foolish, really…at least you were going after something worthwhile.” He tapped a few more keys. “Let’s see here…history or prior arrests for theft, burglary, arson, assault…damn, girl, where are you parents from, Alcatraz? Holy shit…” he muttered, shaking his head.
At the mention of her parents, Brytini suddenly spoke up. “Officer Jenkins…my parents….my parents aren’t alive anymore…” she said, solemnly.
The policeman looked at his screen to confirm. “You’re right…I’m sorry. Who are your guardians?”
“I…I live by myself…and I can’t afford bail…” Brytini said pitifully. She wasn’t sorry for what she did, the officer realized, she was just upset that she got caught.
“It’s kids like you that really piss me off…you come in here and ruin the reputations of hard-working people like me. If I had my way you’d already be in jail, little girl.”
“I’m sorry, sir, I…I don’t know what came over me...”
“Oh, cut the bullshit!” the policeman ordered. Brytini whimpered, and he saw a tear drop from her face to the floor between her sneakers. She just was scared of going to jail, that’s all.
“All right…you know what…” the policeman thought out loud, “…I’ll make you a deal. I won’t throw you in the slammer, on two conditions.”
The 18 year old girl looked up, brightening immediately. She was going to get off easy again, all thanks to her wonderful acting.
“One: If I ever, ever catch you not just in, but NEAR, this store again, you will be detained for trespassing and booked for this offense. Is that clear?”
The girl nodded her head furiously. “Yes, yes…what’s the other condition?”
Jenkins hesitated for a moment, and looked vaguely uneasy. He thought…then told the girl to stand up and turn around. She did as she was told, and when her back turned, her wrists, still linked by the handcuffs, jingled together at the small of her back. Jenkins shuffled through one of his desk drawers and pulled a long, wide handkerchief from it, and folded it over a few times. “Close your eyes,” he ordered the girl.
She did as she was told, and a moment later, the handkerchief-turned-blindfold was wrapped around her head, covering her eyes. She squealed in surprise at first, but a chastising comment from her arresting officer shut her up quickly. When the knot was tied behind her head tightly, he sat her down on the chair again.
“Move and the deal is off.” Jenkins left the room for a moment, but soon he returned, carrying several item unbeknownst to the blindfolded girl. Feathers, duct tape, and silk neckties, all of which he laid on his almost bare desk. He hefted his computer from the desk to the floor, and piled his personal effects from the deck onto his mat calendar, and settled all of this on the floor also. His desk was now empty except for the items he had just brought back from the store.
Brytini still sat in her chair, arms cuffed together behind her back. She looked nervous, and her forehead shown a few beads of perspiration. Officer Jenkins lifted her from her seat and uncuffed her, then had her lay down on the desk, on her back.
“What…what are you doing, sir?” she asked, a little nervous.
“Be quiet,” was all he said in response. He recuffed her wrists together in front of her and had her lifts them up and over her head, positioning her so that the crooks of her elbows fell over the end of the desk. The officer then tied her cuffed wrists to the desk’s legs using a couple of the neckties her had brought in from the store.
Brytini was scared now. “Please, sir, I don’t know what you’re doing, but I don’t think…”
“Shut up, I’m not going to hurt you,” the man said in an irritated voice. She was in no place to argue, so Brytini became quiet again.
The officer continued his plan. He spread the girl’s legs, tying her ankles to ther other end of the desk with the remaining neckties. When she was well secured, he stood back and looked over her. He wiped nervous sweat from his brow and asked her if she was comfortable.
“Um, I’m not uncomfortable, but I don’t…I don’t like being tied up…” Brytini whimpered.
“Well, that’s beside the point. You’re going to be here for a while. Here is the other half of the deal. You’re going to spend the night here. I will tickle you as much as I want, and if I think you are truly sorry for what you did by the morning, I will let you go without charging you. Got it?”
Brytini shifted in her bonds, struggling suddenly. “No! You monster, you can’t do that! Lemme go now!!”
The police officer only chuckled. “Doesn’t look like you have much of a choice, does it?” He walked to the end of the table and quickly yanked off her sneakers, revealing her pink-socked size 9 feet.
Brytini thought for a short moment. What harm would a little tickling do? Yeah, she was incredibly ticklish, but she never disliked it anyway…and if it means not going to jail, great.
“All right…but be careful, I don’t want to wet myself!” she submitted.
“That’s a good girl.” Jenkins slowly peeled her cute little pink socks from her bound feet and balled them up together. To Brytini’s sudden surprise, she felt her own socks being shoved into her mouth, and before she could spit them out, several strips of duct tape covered her mouth, effectively gagging the poor girl and cutting off any means of begging. She screamed into her sock-gag and shook her head back and forth.
“Now, let’s see…” the officer taunted, picking up two long, stiff blue feathers he borrowed from the hobby and crafts center. “…where to start….”
The officer pulled up a stool by the end of the desk where the girl’s naked, helpless feet wriggled. He slowly slid the tip of one feather along the girl’s left sole, and that foot wriggled more, but she kept quiet behind her gag. He let the second feather join the first, and as they glided up and down her bare soles, Brytini giggled softly into her gag.
“Mmmhhmhmhmhmhmhmhmmm!” she tittered. Her toes wriggled around and her head shook back and forth a bit. The feathers tickled an awful lot!
Officer Jenkins teasingly slid the feather along her soles for only a few minutes before he decided to go a little harder on the girl. He turned the feather on their sides and began to saw them back and forth, sideways, along her foot bottoms. The tendrils of the feathers brushed back and forth, covering every bit of skin of each foot. Suddenly the girl’s muffled giggles turned to shrieks and squeals as the feathers slid over her skin.
“EEEEEEEEE MEEEEEE HEE HEE HEEEE!!” Brytini tugged maniacally at her bonds, unable to free herself. The feather danced over her heels, arches, toes, and the balls of her feet, even along the edges of her feet, and she laughed into her gag like she had never been tickled before.
Keeping a sharp eye on the clock, Jenkins tortured the girl’s helpless soles for over half an hour. When he finally stopped, Brytini was giggling into her gag like a madwoman, her forehead had become dampened by a thin film of sweat, and her hair was all over the place. “Are you sorry for what you did?” he asked the girl. She nodded her head vigorously. “Yeah, sure,” the officer replied. “You’re going to be here till 5 AM no matter what you say or do, so get used to it.” The feather descended upon her helpless soles again, and for another half hour, Brytini screamed into her own socks with laughter.
It was one in the morning, and an 18 year old strawberry blonde laid tied to a police officer’s work desk, barefoot, still giggling, her soft, pedicured soles turned pink from an intense tickling they had just received. She wished this would end, and regretted thinking, “What’s a little tickling?” earlier that morning.
“Now, you do understand that this is only beginning, right?” Officer Jenkins reminded her. He reached over and harshly yanked the duct tape from the girl’s mouth, and pulled her saliva-soaked socks from her jaws. Brytini flexed her jaws, still giggling a bit.
“Please..hee hee…please let me go…I’ll never come back here again, I swear!” Brytini still gasped for breath, now that she was able to gulp it down through her mouth.
“It’s not that easy, dear. You’re stuck…and there’s no one left here, so your screaming and laughing will not be heard at all, except by yourself and I.” The policeman smiled, pulled a pair of scissors from his desk drawer, and climbed onto the desk, straddling Brytini’s hips.
“Wait, what…what the hell are you doing? Get the fuck off of me!” she spat with a vicious tone.
“You might want to watch your tone, ticklish little girl…I might do something that could embarrass you.” Jenkins lifted the girl’s shirt from her belly and started to cut through it, slowly, letting the realization of her situation sink in.
Brytini’s jaw hung agape for a moment in shock as she tried to figure out what was happening. She was still blindfolded, and couldn’t see anything but darkness, but she figured it out soon enough, then screamed out. “WHAT THE FUCK?! Stop that right now!!!” She thrashed in her bonds, but that only made the fabric rip, and the thin shirt was soon sliced through and removed, leaving her upper body protected only by a skimpy, red, lacy bra. Another couple of snips and that too was pulled from her. Brytini’s face turned a bright shade of crimson as her 36-B breasts were bared for her torturer to see, and as the cool air wafted over her naked upper body, she felt them stiffen involuntarily. Her angered commands soon turned to soft pleas for mercy. “Please, sir, I’m sorry I cursed at you, but please, don’t do this…this is illegal…”
“Do you think what you did was legal, then? After tonight, we’ll call it even. Now be quiet before you loose your jeans, too!” Jenkins got the feather again and waved it in front of her face, and she started to beg him not to tickle her anymore. Her eyes followed the feather as far as they could, but soon it was out of sight, and she felt it in her left armpit, gently stroking along her bare, shaved skin.
“Eeeeeep!!” she squealed, and she gently twisted underneath the officer. The feather flicked up and down in her underarm, and it’s speed increased, soon flailing about and eliciting giggles, squeals, and titters from the girl. “Hee hee hee hee hee, pleeeeeeeze, oh my gosh, eeeeeee hahahahahahaha!”
“Does this tickle?” the officer teased. “Cootchie Coo!” He slid the feather down her stretched out ribcage, then back up, then half way down, twirling it against her ribs. She could feel every tendril as it caressed and stimulated her skin. Soon the feather repeated these same motions on her right underarm and side, and by the time he gave her another break after about 15 minutes, she was a giggling mess.
“Had enough yet?” he asked. He slid the feather lightly over the girl’s collarbone and neck. She squealed and tried to hold her breath….which failed and she released another stream of giggled.
“Plee hee hee heeease, stooooop!” She wasn’t as vicious anymore, now she just wanted the teasing to be done with. Her begging had begun to take on a more playful tone. She wriggled in her bonds and her small, pert breasts jiggled slightly.
The policeman decided to try something new. He slide the feather down along her cleavage and swept it underneath her breasts, and Brytini’s eyes shot wide open under her blindfold. She didn’t laugh, but Jenkins felt her shudder underneath his weight. The feather swept up around the edges of her breasts, then across the centers, brushing over her stiff nipples. Brytini turned her head to the side and screwed her eyes shut, trying her best not to giggle madly or moan sensuously. She had never felt this kind of sensation before, and though it was a maddening, teasing tickle, it felt incredibly good at the same time.
“Does someone like this?” Jenkins asked as he felt the girl squirm beneath him. “I know I do…you should too.” He said wryly.
“N-no…it-it tickles…oh gosh…” Brytini managed to get out before she began to giggle again. This time her giggles her not torturous, instead they were enticingly playful, and though her cheeks were still rosy red, she wanted to look longingly up to the officer. She liked--no, she loved this, but she was too proud to admit it to him. He already knew, anyway, she could tell.
For only a few minutes did he feather her small, sensitive breasts, before the feather slid down her cleavage again and over her tummy. It took a moment for it to register, but when it did, she squealed and bucked underneath him.
“EEEP! Nooooo, don’t….nnoooooo!!! Hee hee hee hee heeeeeeeeee hahahahaha!!” She writhed under him as the feather glided over her soft belly, twirled in her navel, and caressed her hips. Jenkins looked at the clock as he tickled the girl, adding his free hand to poke and prod her ribcage and squeeze her hips. For the longest hour of her life, Brytini was tickle tortured on her sides, belly, hips, and underarms, all while tied tightly to a desk, half naked, and somewhat aroused.
It was now 2:30, AM. Brytini laid gasping on the desk, her brow matted with her sweat-stained hair, her chest heaving for breath, her sides aching from laughing harder than she ever had in her entire life. Her blindfold had absorbed her tears of laughter, which would have streamed freely down her face more than half an hour ago. Her nipples were so stiff they could have sliced through diamonds, and they literally ached for attention. All the over-stimulation of the tickling had set her loins on fire, and she could feel her womanhood’s moistness on her panties. As she gasped to regain her normal breathing patterns, her hips gyrated slightly, indicating her arousal to Jenkins.
“You want more, don’t you?” the officer teased.
Brytini’s immediate response was to cry out, “YES!”, but she caught herself and took a deep breath. She couldn’t let this man break her…though she wanted it, if she let him know, she would be his toy to play with, and she knew that she would have to keep coming back to him for more.
“N…no…I hate it!” she said. Not a few seconds later, she felt the cold steel of those damnable scissors slicing through her jeans. They were soon pulled free, and Brytini realized just how hot she had become. The cool air caressed her legs and crotch, and her moist panties suddenly felt awfully cold, since they were so wet. She blushed, but did not resist, as the pink fabric was cut away and she was made totally nude in front of her captor.
“You hate it?” Officer Jenkins chuckled. “That’s not what this says…” he said, as he gently slid the red, stiff feather up and down Brytini’s wet womanhood.
It was as if someone had sent a ten thousand volt shock of electricity through the naked girl’s body. She screamed, her back arched, she clenched her fists. Her scream melted into insane, out of control laughter as the feather slid along her lips. She never thought that area was very ticklish, but she was dead wrong. She bucked wildly as her pussy was feathered, which only made things worse, as that made the feather’s movements faster and more erratic.
“OOOOHH GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAWD NOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAAH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEEHAHAHAHAH!!!” she cried out in laughter. The feather torturously tickled all over her vulva, around the hood of her clit, and down over her entrance. This was by far the most ticklish thing she had ever felt, and after only a few minutes, she could feel her desire building exponentially towards release.
Brytini’s blindfold was pulled from her eyes and she struggled harder as she watched her vicious tickler straddle her hips again, this time, facing her feet. His weight pinned her down and she could no longer buck, but only wriggle wildly and clench and unclench her toes and fists. The feather never stopped sliding along her wet pussy, and soon, it sawed in between her lips. As she felt the tendrils caressing, teasing, tickling her ultra-sensitive inner folds of skin and her clit, her mouth formed an “O” shape while she screamed with laughter.
Officer Jenkins saw his cue. As the young, beautiful, naked girl’s body stretched taut as a bow, he leaned over and tickled her left bare foot with one hand as the feather kept sliding along her pussy. Brytini’s laughter redoubled and she suddenly felt the strongest orgasm she had ever gone through in her life begin to wash over her. She felt only two things: a feather causing her more pleasure and torture at the same time than she had ever felt, and a set of fingertips tickling her incredibly sensetive left sole. Her toes clenched, she pulled hard at her restraints, the double stimulation too much for her body and mind to handle. Just as she peaked, her orgasm reaching it’s most intense point, her laughter reaching it’s highest pitch, she blacked out.
Brytini awoke with a very sudden start. She sat bolt upright, looking around her, her breath and heart both doing double time. She relaxed when she realized she was sitting on her front porch, fully clothed. Apparently her torturer gave her some new clothes. She looked down to her feet, and she was shocked.
There were those unbelievably expensive shoes she wanted so badly.
The girl smiled, looked at her watch, and stood up to head into her house before anyone woke up. She quickly found that was a bad idea. She sunk back to the wooden patio, her legs still weak and her womanhood still over-sensitized from her ordeal. She laid back slowly, grinning wildly, reliving that wonderful, yet torturous experience, and thinking about when she would next be visiting that department store…
