Ok fans, here is the next chapter of Darby's focused series. I am glad you enjoyed the first part and there is still a lot to go. There are several "storylines" involved in this series, but it all comes back to one. You will start to see things take shape for the phase ending series The Deputy and The Outlaw: Sacrifice. It should be a fun ride! Now, let's get to the next part. Your comments are most encouraged and welcomed!
PART 2
Millie felt her other shoe come off and now she was in sheer panic. This evil intruder was going to tickle her feet, and she was going to suffer more than she already had. She started to writhe her upper body like a fish out of water and she realized she could really move her legs. With this person sitting on her knees and her arms still tied behind her back, she was completely helpless. She kept covering both of her stockinged feet with one another and knew just how sensitive she was right now. There were times she touched her own feet after a long day, and it would give her a ticklish tremor. Now, she was helpless, and torture was imminent. “NO!!!! I AM BEGGING YOU!!! PLEASE LEAVE MY FEET ALONE!!! I DON’T WANT THIS!!! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” she screamed into the gag.
“Hahahahahah are you kidding me? What do I want from you? I think you know the answer to that question. Millie, you sound very scared. You didn’t even sound like this when I exposed those cute tits of yours. What is it about your feet that you are so scared about? I mean, they are just feet. You should be happy that they are finally free from those stuffy shoes. I do want to take off your stockings, but I will give your feet a moment to relax. Hehehe” the thief taunted. She loved how Millie was behaving and had a feeling; these would be the most ticklish feet she ever encountered. Her eyes stared at the nervous soles and then rubbed her hands. “Now, since you are so exhausted, how about I give your feet a little massage? Sounds good, right? I mean, you did like what I did to your nipples. So, you know what I could do to your feet. Hehehe” she teased.
Millie continued to squirm violently as her feet were in ticklish danger. She did not want to endure that kind of suffering. Touching her feet would surely drive her completely insane. She already started to giggle in anticipation of being tickled. “Hehehe DON’T TOUCH THEM!!! PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU HEHEHEHEHE!” she screamed.
“Enjoy your foot massage!” the thief scolded. She reached her hands down and placed the palm of her left hand on the sole of the right foot. She could feel how warm the foot was, and she heard a loud screech of laughter. She took her hand off quickly and looked behind her. Millie was thrashing her body already and she smiled. She turned around and placed both hands on the bottoms of the soles and once again, heard this intense shrieking coming from Millie. She complimented herself for gagging her victims, otherwise all of Plotsville would have heard this tickled woman. She noticed that the feet were very sensitive to touch, which would make this foot tickling experience that much better. “Why Millie! Are your feet THAT ticklish? I barely touched you and you are screaming. Hehehe” she joked.
Millie felt those hands touching her feet and she went ballistic. The sensitivity she felt was very intense and already knew there would be no way she could survive a full tickle attack. The previous torture had already worn her body down, so any touch was going to be amplified. She didn’t realize just how much more her feet were going to be sensitive, and now that she had a brief taste of it, she did not want to be tortured. “AAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MY FEET!!! OK!!! YOU CAN HAVE MY JEWELS!! YOU CAN HAVE THEM!” she lied in desperation.
The thief stopped moving her hands back towards the feet and shook her head. She thought she heard Millie saying she would give up her jewelry. That set off a lot of excitement in her body because she broke Millie rather quickly. It was a bit disappointing that she gave up the valuables before her feet were viciously tickled, but victory was victory. “What did you say? You are going to give me your jewels?” she asked.
Millie realized what she had just done and now she grew very nervous. She didn’t own jewelry and once this intruder found out she had lied, she might suffer even worse. She started to cry because she knew her poor feet were doomed. “Please…don’t tickle me. I don’t want my feet tickled.” she cried.
“You are giving me your jewels, so you will be ok. So, where are they?” the thief asked. She got up off of Millie and went near her head. She could hear the poor woman crying and knew she was destroyed. Her victims usually got emotional, giving up their valuables because most of the time, there was sentimental value in them. She leaned closer to Millie and grinned under her mask. “Come on, tell me.” she whispered.
Millie closed her eyes and really started to get emotional. This was the moment she had to tell the truth. Because if the intruder went to go look for stuff and it was gone, she was really going to get tormented. Then her brain thought of the jewelry she did have in a sense. The earrings she owned. She only owned those and nothing else. She figured she might as well give it a shot. “My earrings. They are in my bedroom on top of the drawer. They are yours….” she mumbled.
“Good!!! You see, Millie, that’s all you had to do. You could have avoided all that torture if you just told me this in the beginning. I understand though. Diamond or pearl earrings can be valuable and have meaning. But you are doing the right thing. I will be right back.” The thief said, then went towards the bedroom area.
Millie felt ashamed that she allowed herself to lie and get into deeper trouble. Then her brain started to think this might have been the best thing she had done. The intruder was gone, and this might be her only chance to make an escape. She knew she had to move quickly, or she was doomed. Her body ached and she was exhausted, but her adrenaline flowed, and she managed to move her legs over to the edge of the couch and slip them off the furniture. She felt her feet touch the hardwood floor and she moved her legs off as well. She felt her knees touching the floor and she had hope. She then managed to get herself into a standing position, even with her body tied up. She looked around the room and knew it was going to be only moments before the intruder returned. She felt off balance and now that she was upright, she felt light-headed. She was screaming a lot and writhing so much, the blood went to her head and now it was draining from there. She slowly turned her body around, so now she was facing her front door. She had no idea how she would open the door with her arms tied behind her back, and her ankles and knees were still tied together. She didn’t care. She had to somehow try this.
The thief looked at the drawer and saw that there were some earrings, but they were very cheap looking and made of brass. She went through a few of the drawers and couldn’t find anything. She wondered if Millie had a secret hiding location and tried to distract her by revealing the location of the cheap ones. That made her a little angry and now she was going to tickle those feet silly. She started to walk back to the living room and when she got there, she was stunned! She saw Millie standing up and hopping towards her front door. She was a little impressed that somehow, she got into an upright position, but she could not let her escape. “WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?” she yelled.
Millie’s heart froze when she heard those words and knew she had been caught. She was close to the front door, and now the intruder had returned. Fear gripped her body, and she tried to hop to the door faster. She got closer when suddenly, the masked figure appeared in front of her and cut off her path to the door. She couldn’t see the face, but had a feeling it was a face of anger. “No!! No! Please!!! Let me go!!!” she yelled into her gag.
“You are BAD!!!!! Millie, all I found were these cheap earrings!!! WHERE ARE THE REAL EARRINGS?” the thief screamed. She could see the panicked look on Millie’s face and now wondered if this woman lied to her. That would really make her angry and she would definitely take it out on Millie.
Millie felt her face go flush because she was about to get caught in her lie. She thought of an excuse and prayed it worked. “You said my jewelry. That is the only jewelry I have. I keep telling you I don’t have any expensive jewelry!” she responded. Her heart was beating a million miles a second and prayed she wouldn’t suffer.
The thief thought about her words and figured technically Millie was right. They were cheap but those earrings were the jewelry. She remembered Millie saying she was a schoolteacher and now she wondered if this woman was trying to outsmart her. She always hated it when someone tried to make her look foolish and now it was time to make her pay. “You are going to regret that.” she said.
Millie watched in horror when the intruder dipped her shoulder and planted it into her midsection. She still felt embarrassed that her chest was still exposed, and she felt herself getting lifted up onto this person’s shoulder. For a smaller person, they were quite strong to lift her up. She wasn’t heavy at all, but the intruder was short. Now she wondered if it was a small man under that hood. She squealed when she felt herself being carried back to the couch and wondered what was about to happen to her. She then fell onto the couch and was roughly rolled onto her stomach. It didn’t take long for the intruder to sit on her knees again and now she was in the same position she was in before. “HELP ME!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!” she screamed into her gag.
“No one is coming to help you! Now, since you decide to try and make me look stupid, I am going to really make you pay for that. Give me these feet!” the thief growled as she wanted to really tickle the feet. She didn’t want to start teasing them through the stockings. She wanted to get to the barefeet right now and really make her suffer. She used her thumb and index finger to grab the stocking and peel it from the heel. Once she did that, she used her other hand to start tearing the material. She heard a tearing sound, and a rush of excitement filled her body.
Millie panicked when she felt that touch on her feel and her stocking got pulled away. She started to writhe violently again because she heard that tearing which meant only one thing. Her bare feet were going to be exposed. There would be no way she could handle a tickle attack on her feet, especially on the skin. “NO!!! PLEASE DON’T!!! NOT MY FEET!!! MERCY!!!MERCY!!” she screamed.
“No mercy for you, bitch.” the thief simply replied. She tore a nice hole open and could see the foot skin. She saw the pale skin and felt a tingle in her body. She loved the sight of a woman’s feet and so far, Millie’s looked nice. She continued to tear open the stocking and more of the sole appeared. She could see the defined arch and saw little wrinkles in them. Then she saw the ball of the foot and the base of the toes. She could see them starting to curl, but she would soon have them. She finally tore the stocking off the toes and now, the foot was exposed. She loved how well shaped it looked. The toes were medium length and a little chunky. She liked what she saw, and now it was time to expose the right foot.
Millie felt the stocking material come off her foot and she felt incredible fear. Her foot was exposed and knowing how ticklish she was, she was in a panic. She felt the other stocking getting worked on and now she froze. Her body felt paralyzed from fear because both feet were going to be exposed and tortured. She had no idea what she was going to do next. She was going to suffer and there was nothing she could do about it. “Please…don’t tickle my feet. I tried to tell you I don’t have jewelry!” she whined into her gag.
“Too bad. You should have told me where the real jewelry is. Now, I bet your feet will encourage you to tell me. Besides, you have some really nice feet. They look soft. I guess I will find out.” the thief said as she tore open the right stocking. Now, both feet were exposed, and she saw them trembling. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She thought about how ticklish Millie was on her stomach, ribs, sides and hip pockets. She thought about how sensitive her naked breasts were. She thought about how a simple touch on the bottoms of the feet drove this victim insane. It was time to really torture her after trying to trick her about the earrings and trying to escape. She figured this moment should make Millie rue the day she ever tried to be smart with her. She took the tip of her right index finger and did a very slow stroke from the base of the toes on the left foot, then across the ball of the foot, through the arch and off the heel. She was rewarded with a very beautiful sound. Agonizing ticklish laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAAHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOT MY FEEEEEEETTTTT!!!!!” Millie screamed into her gag when she felt that single stroke on the bottom of her foot. The sheer intensity was overwhelming, and she flopped around on the couch. That was just a single stroke, and she was already in a state of panic. Her feet were always hyper ticklish, now it was even worse. She felt tremendous fear and wished she could get herself free. She knew there was no way she was going to survive a full tickle attack on the soles of her feet.
The thief was very delighted with that response. She simply did one stroke with her finger and her victim absolutely lost it. Hyper ticklish feet were something she rarely encountered and she wanted to savor this moment. All her victims had ticklish feet, but this particular one seemed to be on a much different level. She did another stroke, this time down the bottom of the right foot and once again heard that hysterical screaming. The foot was shaking and wiggling as though it was trying to lose that feeling. Her eyes became big when she stroked her finger softly again and again. She would stroke the left foot. Then she stroked the right foot. Each time seemed to send poor Millie into absolute hysteria and she was highly amused. “Hey Millie, last chance. You better reveal the real location of your valuables, or your life is going to be really miserable.” she threatened.
Millie heard that threat and she panicked. This intruder was going to go after her feet and those strokes alone already made her want to surrender. She felt extremely nervous, and she didn’t know what to do. “No!!! Please don’t do this!! Please!! I am begging you! I won’t survive!” she whined as she started to lose hope.
“Well…then I guess we have no choice, do we?” the thief asked, then wiggled her fingers in the air. She wanted to do a soft attack first, then would use more aggressive tickling soon after. It was time to smash Millie’s state of mind, once and for all. She then started to flutter her fingertips up and down the bottoms of the feet. Her fingers touched all down the length of both soles and she immediately felt those precious feet tensing up. Then she heard a very explosive laughter, and she felt really good within her soul.
Millie exploded into laughter she never felt before. It was a deep laugh. It was the kind of laugh that happened when the sensations were so intense, it came from the very depths of her soul. She screamed, she cried, she laughed, she suffered. Those light touches sent incredible and very intense shockwaves throughout her entire body. She had no idea how she was even coherent at the moment. The only thing she could feel were those fingers touching her feet up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Her eyes were shut tight and she just laughed. She laughed like she never did before. This was the longest time her feet were ever tickled in her entire life, and she suffered.
“Hahaha Poor Millie! She has such ticklish feet! I bet you wish you told me the truth, don’t you? I bet these feet of yours never felt something like this before. Maybe I should kidnap you. Maybe I should take you back home and just have your feet sticking out of a wall or something. That way I could just sit there and read a book as I tickle the bottoms of these very tender feet! You should be proud of yourself. You have some really soft feet. Hahaha You don’t go around barefoot too often, do you? Hehe” the thief taunted as her fingers continued their fluttering pattern. She watched as her fingers played with the balls of the feet and then moved to the arches. She loved watching them wiggle around and even curl up, forcing wrinkles in the skin to appear. She thought this was only the beginning. She could do this for a very long time. She still couldn’t believe she came across a victim with feet being this ticklish before. “Ah, that makes sense. Your feet are so damn ticklish, walking on the earth would probably tickle you. Hehehe” she teased.
Millie felt those fingers still fluttering on her feet and she still did not know what else to do. She couldn’t even form words to beg for mercy. She felt incredible strain in her limbs as she was so desperate to get free. She was totally overwhelmed, and her body was in distress. She stopped thrashing as she felt herself becoming very limp. Her body was quitting on her and the tickling just continued. She felt herself getting lightheaded because the tickling forced her to spend so much energy, she used up her strength. Her laughter started to go into silent laughter, and she closed her eyes.
The thief could tell Millie was once again slipping into silent laughter and felt the legs beneath her no longer moving around. She formed a smile on her hidden face because it meant that Millie was broken. She decided that she needed Millie to be conscious, so she could attack her more aggressively. She stopped her tickling and waited a moment. She had to wait until Millie showed some kind of coherence before she went after her again. “Breathe. Breathe.” she said calmly.
Millie was so close to passing out, but since the fingers were no longer touching her, she remained conscious. Her mind was racing, and she could feel herself starting to sweat a lot more. She put a lot of physical strain on her body, and she was done. She truly wished she had jewelry to steal. She wished she could just hand it over, so she would no longer suffer. She was willing to do anything at this point to avoid having her feet tickled. Her lungs were desperately trying to get air into them, and she felt the inside of her mouth was very dry. She started to groan and out of sheer desperation, she begged. She begged for her life. “Please stop…..I can’t…..I can’t…..please stop……I will do anything….. No more…..” she wheezed into her gag.
“hehehehe Hehehehehehe HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE” the thief laughed as she heard that desperate whining. She knew the victim was done for. Now, she could send her into further hell. She heard her say she would be willing to do anything and that gave her an idea. She thought about the idea and felt her own nipples starting to swell. She even felt another tingle between her legs. She knew this would be the ultimate humiliation and there would be no recovery for poor Millie. She thought about her time with Becky at Donna’s house. She managed to tickle her naked ass and was even going to play with her pussy. However, Donna gave up the jewels, so she couldn’t touch and tickle Becky in her most private area. Now, she had a chance to play with a new victim. She wondered what Millie looked like between her legs, and this was the perfect opportunity to find out. “You are willing to do anything, huh? You better be careful what you wish for.” she told her.
“Anything…..anything….please don’t tickle my feet…..it’s too….much. Please stop tickling my feet….” Millie wheezed into her gag. She could feel her body calming down a little as she was catching her breath. She was very desperate and knew another round of foot tickling would be the end of her.
“Ok, you said anything. So, how about this? I will pull down your trousers and take a look at your ass. Hehehe Can I do that?” the thief asked with a giggle. She wanted to see just how desperate Millie was. If she refused, then she would simply go back and tickle her feet. If she agreed to it, it meant the feet were so ticklish, she was willing to humiliate herself just to avoid being tickled. She wondered what Millie would choose.
Millie nearly shrieked in hysteria when she heard that option. This intruder was going to expose her very private areas. She did not want her rear end exposed to this woman. It was bad enough her breasts were exposed, but now her rear end? She hated that thought and started to cry. She felt nervous as well because her feet could be tickled again if she refused. She was between a rock and a hard place. If she refused, then her feet would surely be tickled. If she agreed, the humiliation alone would destroy her. “I-I don’t know….” she whimpered.
“I guess feet tickling it is! I am really going to enjoy this….” the thief declared, then got her fingers ready to tickle those helpless soles. She moved her fingers close to the skin and could see the feet already wriggling away.
“NOOOOO MY ASS!!!! LOOK AT MY ASS!!!!!” Millie screamed. She could feel those fingers near her feet, and she did not want them to be touched. Showing her ass would be embarrassing, but at least her feet would not be touched. She was also in her panic-stricken mind also remembered that her breasts were exposed to this person, so might as well endure the butt being shown.
“hahahaha wow!!! Your feet are your absolute weakness! Ok, your ass it is. I got plans for it….” the thief said. She then thought about her plan and knew what she was going to do would surely humiliate poor Millie. She got off the legs and went to the end of the couch. She reached down and grabbed the ankles and pulled them towards her. The feet came up into the air and she dragged Millie’s body across the couch. She then used her strength and managed to pull Millie’s legs past the armrest and placed the feet near the floor. Millie’s head was still on the couch as well as the top part of her chest, but the ass and groin area rested on the armrest. She saw the butt sticking up in the air and she clapped her hands. She then reached under Millie’s waist and started to unbutton her trousers. Once it came undone, she started to pull the pants down off the hips and down the legs, exposing Millie’s underwear. She pulled the pants down to the knees and looked at the sight before her. The shape of the ass was nice looking. It wasn’t very large and was not flabby at all. “Nice ass. Hehehe” she quipped.
Millie felt herself being dragged on the couch and then felt her legs going up and then over the armrest. She could feel her toes touching the floor and now her head was pressed onto the couch. She knew her butt was in the air as her waist and hips rested on the armrest of the couch. She felt red with shame once her pants were pulled down, and her underwear was exposed. She started to whimper in her gag because she felt so embarrassed. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked.
“You’ll see. Hehehe” the thief responded. She then reached her hands forward and gripped the hem of the underwear. With a quick pull, she managed to pull the underwear off the ass and down the legs to the knees. Now, Millie’s naked rear end was exposed, and she could even see some of the vagina. She was impressed and felt another wave of lust throughout her body. She saw the skin of the ass and it was very pale. That delighted her because Millie probably never showed her ass, not even to herself until she probably bathed. Now, it was all hers to play with. She placed her hand on the right ass cheek and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Oh yes, you have a wonderful ass. A very nice ass. Mmmmmmm” she said as she continued to squeeze it.
Millie could not believe this was happening to her. She was now completely humiliated. Her naked rear end was exposed and now getting touched by another person. She could not believe this intruder exposed her like that and was touching her. She didn’t know how to feel. She allowed this to happen just to avoid having her feet tickled. She was so scared of having her feet tickle tortured that she was willing to have this person touch her intimate places. Her breasts were groped, and now her ass. She wished she could crawl into a hole and just stay there. She felt another squeeze and she let out a squeal. This was the most embarrassing moment of her entire life.
The thief loved squeezing the ass cheeks. They felt really soft on her hand, and she loved the reaction. She knew poor Millie had to hate this, and that made her love it even more. She could sometimes see the feet lift off the floor with a hard squeeze and she still craved them. But now it was time to have some fun with Millie. She then faced the ass, put her legs in a slightly spread apart fashion and then she lifted her right hand and then slammed it down on the right ass cheek. She heard that smack and loved the cute little yelp that Millie gave. She then smacked the left ass cheek, then back to the right. She wanted to spank this woman and punish her for defying her and even lying to her. This spanking should embarrass her victim even more. “You are such a BAD BAD GIRL! Hehehehe” she joked.
Millie couldn’t believe she was now getting spanked by this intruder. She felt the stinging slap on each butt cheek, and she yelped in pain. Her face turned bright red from shame because this is what happened to naughty children. Now, she was getting spanked, and she was completely helpless. She closed her eyes and with each smack, she yelped. “OW!!...OW!......OW!!!” she squealed.
“BAD BAD BAD MILLIE!!!” the thief continued to taunt as she spanked those pale ass cheeks. The sound alone gave her a thrill with each smack. She could see the skin starting to turn a flush pink and knew it was also getting to be very sensitive. She paused the spanking, so she could scold Millie once again. “This is what happens to naughty girls like you! You have been very bad. Now, where is your real jewelry?” she asked.
Millie once again let tears fall from her eyes because this intruder did not stop asking her about the jewelry. No matter how many times she told the intruder she didn’t have any, they didn’t believe her. She realized because they did not believe her, she was going to keep getting tortured. It was possible she could get tortured the entire night. That broke her heart because there was no escape from the hell she was in. She felt her rear end stinging from the spanking and she couldn’t stop whimpering in her gag. This was surely the most miserable night in her entire life. “I don’t have any….please….you have to believe me…..I would have told you already….” she whimpered.
The thief heard that whimper and she thought for a moment. There was something Millie said that rang true. She had tickled this woman all over. She had exposed her breasts and played with them. She tickled those hyper ticklish feet. Yet, this woman still did not reveal the location of the jewelry. When she went into the bedroom, all she found were those cheap brass earrings and nothing else. She had even gone through some of the drawers and there was nothing. She wondered if in fact there was no expensive jewelry in this house. It was quite possible that she was torturing Millie but would not get anything in the end. Because someone this ticklish as Millie surely would have given up the location by now, especially after the brief foot tickling. “Hehehe I think you are still lying. I have one more way to find out for sure.” she threatened.
“Please….no more….I swear….I don’t have any hehehehehe jewelry!” Millie responded, then started to giggle. She realized that fingers were lightly stroking her sore butt cheeks, and it tickled! She never knew her butt was ticklish and now the sensations were tearing through her. She started to wiggle her butt in the air as a new wave of humiliation washed over her. She felt the fingers making circles on each cheek and she clenched them together. This feeling was driving her insane and she knew her suffering wasn’t over yet.
The thief enjoyed herself as she tickled the ass in front of her. She could feel the feet sometimes lifting up between her legs and she started to run her fingertips faster all over the ass. Her fingers tickled the area where the ass met the back of the legs, right along the crease. That really sent Millie into a fit of giggles and saw how her body was shaking. She then tickled right in the middle of the cheeks and heard the cutest squeal coming from her victim. Her fingers then traveled to the tailbone and when she slid it down the crack a little, she heard a delightful, muffled scream. “Hehehe Your cute ass is so ticklish. I hope this is driving you insane! Hehehehe better tell me where that jewelry is….” she demanded.
Millie felt the fingers tickling the crack of her ass and she had no idea that that area was very sensitive. She slammed her butt cheeks together, but the finger still tickled that crack. She prayed that no one would ever discover how ticklish her ass was after this moment. This was such an embarrassing moment, and she wished she could just reveal everything. Her heart was breaking because there was no end to this torture it seemed. This intruder had no heart. They kept torturing her no matter what. The finger kept traveling down her crack and then her eyes popped wide open when she felt the fingers touching something. It took a moment for her to recognize what happened, but something just touched her most private spot! “Noooooo!!! Noooooo!!! Don’t touch me there!” she begged.
The thief felt herself shuddering with lust when she moved her finger down the ass and then lightly grazed those pussy lips she could see. That reaction from Millie made her swoon. She licked her lips inside her hooded mask and lightly stroked that area once again. The way Millie’s hips moved really turned her on. This was going to be new territory for her. She had heard about tickling a woman’s pussy for pleasure from some friends of hers, but she never did it during her robbery moments. She was always curious about it and wondered if this was the perfect time to experiment with it. She let her fingers slide and flutter along those pussy lips and could hear that delightful squealing from her victim. It also turned her on and she wondered if she could turn tortured Millie on sexually. “Ooooh! This is a tender spot. Do you like this?” she said softly.
Millie felt those fingers moving up and down her slit and she lost it. It tickled her, but it also sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. This was spirit crushing for her. This intruder was now touching her most private and intimate spot. It seemed so surreal. She was tickled over her body, but now her personal spots were being played with in this manner. What surprised her even more was that it felt different than the normal tickle torture she had been receiving. Like her nipples being played with, this touch on her womanhood sent waves of sexual pleasure in her body. It was stunning that she could feel any kind of arousal while her body was tickled, and her brain was overwhelmed. The fingers softly went inside the lips a bit and she felt herself getting wet. Millie had no idea this was even possible. Her body was spent and now she felt that tender touch. “What….what are you doing….to me? Why are you……ooooh…touching me there?” she whimpered into her gag.
The thief heard that soft moan and she smiled. Her own body was on fire now and she wished she could strip herself naked and have some sexual pleasure. However, that would expose her body, and someone could potentially identify her. She could not risk it, even though at the moment she wanted to place her tongue on that delicious looking opening between Millie’s legs. That was the other reason why she never sexually pleasured her victims before. Because she absolutely loved having lesbian affairs, but that was in the right kind of setting. She felt bold at the moment and wondered if she could still make Millie orgasm without her using her tongue. She wondered if after all the brutal tickle torture of a victim, could she still make them cum their brains out. If she could, then she had a new weapon in her arsenal and if a victim refused to divulge the location of their valuables, then she could sexually humiliate them as well. She could feel Millie getting wet and that really turned her on. “Hehehe I think you like this. I think you like my finger. Why Miss Millie, you must want me to have my way with your pussy. I bet you want me to make you cum.” she teased.
Millie felt that finger now slipping and sliding along her womanhood and knew she was getting very wet. She still had no idea how she could even be aroused at this moment, but it must be because her body was so exhausted from the tickling, and every single nerve was on fire, that this kind of touch was very welcome. She also thought about the fact that this intruder was taking advantage of her body and was in complete control. Even though her mind wanted this to stop, her body increasingly loved it. It was such a better feeling than when her poor feet were tickled. She felt herself melting in lust and despite her mind begging to be freed, her body soon took over and accepted that finger touching her. Now, she understood just how desperate her body had become. “No….don’t do this…..oooh…..mmmmm….to me……” she cooed.
“Hehehe Millie likes my finger! I bet this feels really good, right?” the thief said with a smile. She moved her finger towards the clit and started to circle around it and play with it. She felt the legs tightening and then opening as much as they could. She could tell that Millie’s pussy must have been hungry for this touch. She remembered past lovers would adore this touch from her and it appeared Millie would be no different. It also let her know that somewhere in Millie’s past or fantasies, she enjoyed the touch of her most intimate area. This was no virgin she was touching. This woman had a sexual fire buried deep within her. Now it was time to pull it out of her.
Millie felt the touching on her love button, and she swooned. Her sexual mind now took over and just wanted to enjoy the moment. This was far better than the tickle torture she received. The touch was very tender and gentle. The sensations made her curl her own toes because it just felt good. Her body was so very responsive, so any touch anywhere was going to be amplified. This included her sexual regions and now the lust took over. She wondered if this was a man, or if this was a woman touching her. Her mind stayed on a woman because of those dainty hands and the small stature and the fantasy of a woman having her way with her made her body even more aroused. She started to mewl in pleasure when the clit was continually played with. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to this sensual touch.
The thief could feel Millie’s hips grinding and heard those soft sensual sounds coming from her victim. She appeared to be in full sexual heat and that got her own mind really churning. She continued to play with the clit and wondered if the orgasm was coming soon. There was something else she enjoyed whenever she made a woman have an orgasm, and even men. She got excited thinking about how the orgasm will affect Millie’s body afterwards. If this woman somehow still did not divulge the whereabouts of the jewelry, then she had to be telling the truth. “That’s right Millie, you can let yourself go. Come on, you can cum for me. Let it all out….” she said in a very soft and sensual voice.
Millie had no idea what she was going to do. She really did not want this person to play with her body like this, but it felt incredibly good. She started to feel that sexual pleasure increasing, and her will to fight it started to succumb to the pleasure. She closed her eyes and felt that wonderful sensation flowing through her body. It had been years since she had sexual contact with another person. She would masturbate a few times, but this felt so good at the moment. She felt ashamed that she was grinding her hips as though she was an animal in heat. She let out sexual moans and felt her nipples throbbing. Hearing that intruder tell her to have an orgasm really pushed her and she started to feel that buildup. “Mmmmmm…..mmmmmmmm……oh no……mmmmmm….. feels good…..feels so good…..” she moaned.
The thief smiled under her mask as she heard those moans of pleasure. Her excitement of making another woman cum against her will was very erotic to her. She looked at Millie’s hips grinding away and even this cute, reserved schoolteacher was a sexual animal behind closed doors. Her thumb started to apply more pressure against the clit, and she could even hear some slopping noises, which let her know Millie’s pussy was drenched with liquid lust. “Come on…..be a good girl. You can let yourself go. Give it to me. Give me that orgasm. GIVE IT TO ME!” she said, trying to force an orgasm out of this helpless woman.
Millie heard those words and now the wave of an orgasm started to crest. She couldn’t hold herself back, and then it happened. She felt that very strong orgasm come out of her and her body trembled and she still kept grinding her hips as the waves of pleasure dominated her body. “OOOOOOHHHHHHH MMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she moaned loudly.
The thief slowly took her hand off the saturated pussy and looked at her hand. It was drenched with Millie’s juices, and she wanted to taste it. Millie was leaning face down into the couch, so she lifted the hooded mask a little, and exposed her mouth. She then licked her fingers and sucked them. She was pleased with the taste and felt incredibly horny herself. She then lowered her mask, and her body did a quick shiver. “Mmmm….you taste good too.” she said softly.
Millie started to enjoy that warm glow, washing over her body. She was so tense, and that orgasm made her feel so much better. She kept mewling into her gag as her body was recovering from that very powerful orgasm. Then she felt ashamed when she heard those words. Whoever that intruder was, they tasted her own special juices. She felt like some kind of common *****, who just satisfied a customer. She still could not believe her body reacted that way and she started to whine softly. “Let me go…..please let me go….”
The thief listened to poor Millie, and she still wanted to play with her. She still did not get the jewelry, and she knew from her own personal experience that the body would be much more sensitive after an orgasm. She looked down at Millie’s bare feet and knew that if she tickled them now, Millie would probably sell her very soul for it to stop, along with revealing the truth about her valuables. She then stooped down, grabbed the ankles and then pulled them up into the air. With Millie’s ass still vulnerable, she bent the knees and now the heels of the feet were resting on the ass. She got herself into a position where her own chest rested against the upturned shins. The tops of the feet were now visible to her, and she reached her hands forward, then curled her hands back, so she could tickle those hyper ticklish feet. It was time to finish this woman off. “Millie…..where is your jewelry?” she asked in a teasing voice.
Millie couldn’t believe her ears. After all the torture she went through, after all the sexual teasing which resulted in her having a forced orgasm, this intruder still wanted to ask her about the jewelry. She just couldn’t do it anymore. This person broke her. There was no end in sight for her torture and that made her get very emotional. “No more…sob no more…,,I don’t have jewelry! sob I swear! I swear on my life! Please…no more!” she sobbed.
The thief heard that desperate cry and could hear the emotion in her voice. She wanted to make sure Millie was telling the truth. She was going to find out for sure once her fingers tickled destroyed these feet. She then started to rake her fingers up and down the soles in a rapid fashion and she felt the tops of the feet hit her in the face. She laughed, but she kept her fingers moving. “Tell the truth! Tell me or we do this all night!” she demanded.
Millie felt those fingers touching her feet and there weren’t any words she could use to describe what she felt. Her body was on another level of sensitivity and those fingers on the bottoms of her hyper ticklish feet broke her. She screamed into her gag, cried and laughed all at the same time. There was nothing else she could do. This was her fate. She felt as though she would die at the hands of this intruder tickling her feet. She then quickly went into silent laughter and suffered. Her eyes were shut tight and every single nerve in her body was on fire.
The thief heard that screaming and she shivered. She never had a victim scream like that before. It sounded as though Millie was wounded animal making its death noise. She loved how soft the feet felt and loved the reaction. The feet stopped moving, which made it easier for her fingers to slide up and down those tender soles. She loved it when her fingers went into the arches and then headed towards the toes. She noticed not even the toes were wiggling. It appeared that Millie’s body gave up. There was no fight left in her, and she decided to finish this. She put her fingers in the toes and felt the body convulsing. That really made her happy because this was the first victim she truly destroyed. In her mind, she started to realize that Millie may have been telling the truth. Perhaps she really did not have any jewelry. There was no way someone this ticklish, and forced to orgasm could possibly keep holding out. Her fingers played with the crevices between the toes and there was just silent laughter. She liked the toes of Millie. She saw the natural nails and how soft the skin was. She figured she would give it a few more moments, then checked one last time to see if Millie would reveal anything.
Millie mind was somewhere else. The tickling of her very sensitive toes pushed her over the edge and her body quit. She couldn’t even move her body anymore. The only thing that was happening to her body was the tickling sensations. She even wished she was forced to orgasm a few times. That was at least pleasure for her. The tickling of her feet right now was the most horrible thing that could happen to her at this moment. The way the fingers went through her toes did so much psychological damage to her because there was no end in sight. Just pure torture. The only thing she prayed for was to lose consciousness and just feel nothing anymore.
The thief knew Millie was going to pass out and she released her fingers from those feet. She felt a rush of adrenaline because she knew poor Millie was done for. Now, it was time to check Millie one last time. If this woman still claimed she had no jewelry, then she would believe her. No woman this ticklish could survive everything she done to her. She got up off the shins and made her way over to where Millie’s head was. She could see how red the skin was, and how sweaty her short blond hair was. She could still see her mouth open with the gag still inside and heard those whimpering sounds of a crushed woman. She ran her fingers through the sweaty hair to try and soothe her. She needed her to come back to some form of consciousness before asking her the question.
Millie started to come back to reality as her feet fell back to the floor. Her naked ass and pussy were still exposed, but she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was that her feet were no longer being touched. She felt air coming back into her body, and her mind was still in turmoil. She could feel those fingers running through her sweaty hair and she just wanted to cry. She prayed that this intruder would leave her alone. Her body was done for, and she had no more fight in her. She would literally do whatever this person wanted. Even sexual favors if it came down to it, whether it was a man or a woman that tortured her. “No more…..no more….no more….” she wheezed before breaking out into heavy sobs.
The thief smiled when she heard those words, and then the heavy crying. Millie was broken. Her spirit was crushed, and she was a complete mess. She felt proud that she managed to get a woman all the way to this breaking point. Other victims were broken, but none of them went this far. She then leaned her head close to Millie’s left ear and spoke. “Where is your jewelry?” she simply asked.
Millie shuddered when she heard that voice so close to her ear. She cried harder when she was asked that question because it always led to her being tickled again. She had no idea how she could even survive anymore. This person had pushed her beyond all limits, and she just cried. This went on for an eternity and she wanted to be free. “SOB I don’t have SOB any jewelry. I swear…..I swear. SOB leave me alone….please leave me alone. SOB I can’t do this SOB anymore….” she cried.
The thief nodded her head and realized that Millie had to be telling the truth at this point. There was simply no way Millie could hold out after this point. She wanted to double check, but knew Millie had to be telling the truth. “Would you do sexual favors to get me to stop?” she asked.
Millie felt incredibly ashamed, but she did not care anymore. It would have been horrible, but she did not want to be tickled anymore. “Yes….Yes I would SOB Please don’t tickle me anymore SOB. I will do anything you want….” she cried.
The thief nodded her head again and confirmed that Millie had to be telling the truth. This reserved schoolteacher was willing to engage in sex to avoid being tickled. There would be no way she would save her jewelry. “Ok, I guess you do not. But you have to have SOMETHING! Do you have any money?” she asked.
Millie felt some kind of mental relief that the intruder finally believed her about the jewelry. That was the best news ever, but she still prayed she wouldn’t be tickled. Then she heard the question about money. She did have some money and at this point, she didn’t care if it was taken. “Yes….I do have money. It is SOB in my drawer in the SOB top right part. Take it! Please no more tickling.” she admitted.
The thief chuckled when she heard that response. Millie was very happy to give her money away. It also confirmed that were wasn’t any valuable jewelry in this home. She stood up and walked back into the bedroom. She found the drawer and opened the top right drawer. She looked earlier through this same drawer looking for jewelry, but now she saw the cash that was there. It totaled $20, which was quite a significant amount. She took the cash out and then placed it in her pocket. She felt like she managed to get some success as well as discovering that she could force a woman to cum her brains out while tickle torturing her. She went back into the living room and saw that naked ass still up in the air. That made her feel good and she looked at the saturated pussy. That was such a memorable moment for her. She also looked at those bare feet and would always remember them. The thief walked over and started to untie the wrists and loosened the ropes around the knees and ankles. Milie was too exhausted to do anything else at this point. Once she got the ropes loosened, she took them off and put them back into her satchel. Millie was still draped over the armrest and wasn’t even moving. She heard the cries and that was her moment to leave. She leaned down one last time and patted Millie’s head. “Thank you for the cash. Hehehe You were so much fun. I hope you remember this night always. You never know, I might return and play with you again.” she whispered then went back into the bedroom so she could leave out the window.
Millie heard those words, and she cried harder. This woman stole her cash, tied her up, tickled her, and even sexually dominated her. She was so exhausted that even with her being untied, she stayed in the same position on the couch. She just wanted to lie down here and absorb everything that just happened to her. This was the worst moment of her life and knew she would never be the same again!
THE FOLLOWING DAY
Darby was looking over some paperwork at her desk, when she heard a knock on her door. She looked up and saw a fellow deputy standing there. She motioned for Deputy George to come in, and she smiled. “Hey George, you wanted something?” she asked.
“Yeah, I just came by to come get you. Sheriff Dickerson wanted us to come with him down to the main town hall. I guess the mayor wants to see us.” Deputy George told her.
“A meeting with the mayor? I wonder what this is about. I hope it is nothing bad.” Darby said, then leaned back in her chair. She had been to the mayor’s office a few times, but that was pre-arranged. This meeting was out of the blue and now she grew concerned. “I guess we will see, right?” she said, then stood up.
“I guess so. The Sheriff wanted me, you and Becky to come along. Speaking of which, where is Becky?” George asked. He always appreciated Becky’s efforts, and she was like a baby sister to him. He helped with her training and really hoped she could be a deputy someday. That was all she ever talked about.
“Oh, she is out back, working on her skills. She wanted to get some extra practice today. She has been determined to get better. Especially after what happened at the Prescott house.” Darby told him. She knew Becky was feeling hurt over Donna’s efforts to have her fired and she felt proud that her apprentice wanted to keep working hard and get better at her job. She told Becky to channel that sadness into something positive and become even better at what she did.
“That is good to hear. Poor Becky, she had to spend time with that angry woman, and then get attacked by that thief? I can’t even imagine the pain she feels. You know she tries so hard to do well and Donna Prescott is not the easiest woman to deal with.” George said. He really didn’t like Donna because all the woman ever did was complain to everyone.
“Yeah, I know. Hey George, I know you took some of the reports by women talking about someone breaking in, tying them up and then forcing them to give up their jewelry. Have you noticed any patterns? It is happening too much, and we could have a problem on our hands.” Darby asked. She was still bothered that there was a long list of women who seemed to all suffer the same fate. She also had a feeling that each of them suffered the same kind of torture. The kind of torture she experienced many times in recent years.
“Not that I could see. The only pattern I know of is that each of the women were home alone, tied up and then forced to give up the jewels. I wish I knew how they were forced. None of them seemed to be physically harmed. No marks, nothing. But they seemed really shaken.” George said, wondering what could have made the women give up their valuables. He wondered if the thief had a gun or knife, which would definitely frighten someone into giving up their jewelry.
“I don’t know. It is interesting….” Darby mused trying to pretend she didn’t know. The last thing she wanted to do was tell George what happened because the women would be ridiculed. It was why she never told any of them what happened to her whenever she was captured and tortured. It would be too embarrassing. “Ok, well, let’s go meet up with the Sheriff and head on over. I will go get Becky.” she told him.
Donna Prescott was walking to the local market to get some vegetables for her to make a meal. She was still frustrated that the precious jewel had been stolen from her home and her parents were still away. They were going to be really upset when they returned. She thought about Becky and her failure to protect her. She constantly thought about that night. The way Becky and her were tied up. The way that they came in and tortured Becky. The way the deputy’s apprentice was screaming her head off as her body was tickled. She kept thinking that it could have been her and that would have been the most humiliating moment in her entire life. The thief did approach her to tickle her, and she could not allow that. Even though she was the one who surrendered the jewel, she blamed Becky for not protecting her. She looked at the vegetables and wondered what she would buy. She looked over and noticed a smaller woman standing near her. She had short blond hair and looked familiar. Then it dawned on her. It was Millie Pastori, and she was surprised to see her. It was getting close to noon, and she should have been teaching. The main school year was over, but she did give additional lessons for some of the younger kids when the parents worked in the fields. Donna approached her and noticed she seemed very quiet and sullen. She wondered what was wrong with her because she usually had a sunny disposition like some of the other teachers. “Is that you, Millie?” she asked.
Millie looked up and saw Donna Prescott approaching. She felt terrible and wished no one would speak to her. The experience of the previous night still weighed on her mind, and she was a mess mentally, emotionally and physically. The thief came into her home and tortured her beyond anything she could have imagined. When she finally got herself up off the couch, she crawled her way to her bedroom. Her pants were still down by her knees and her feet touched the cold floor. She made it to her bed and crawled and went to sleep. She slept all throughout the night in a deep slumber because her body was overwhelmed. She woke up around 9am and realized she had missed class. She wanted to avoid the school. A fellow teacher stopped by her home and she didn’t hear the knocking. Millie found a note indicating that the teacher watched her class and assumed she was ill. That was a good thing because she did not want to tell anyone how she was tortured. She saw Donna looking at her and she wanted to make this interaction as brief as possible. “Hi, Donna, yes, it is me.” she said in a quiet voice.
“Aren’t you supposed to be teaching the kids today? I am so surprised to see you.” Donna responded. She interacted with Millie a few times and appreciated her being a teacher of young kids. Especially during this summer when there wasn’t much pay.
“I am not feeling well, so I didn’t go in. I had a very rough night. I hope you have a good day.” Millie responded then turned away. She did not want to speak for very long. She wanted to get some fruit and then go back home and hide.
“Well, what kind of night did you have? Pardon me for saying this, but you look terrible! You look like someone that went through a lot.” Donna asked. She was curious as to why Millie looked disheveled. She was always nosy and liked knowing people’s business. She wanted to know what happened to this woman, who was usually very sweet and cordial.
Millie felt her heart sink when Donna mentioned her appearance. She could feel the sadness returning and knew she had to leave otherwise, this woman was going to learn what happened to her. “I’m sorry. I need to go.” she said softly.
“Wait! Tell me what is wrong. I mean, you look like you need a friend. I know I need one right now. After what happened to me recently.” Donna told her, remembering her encounter with the thief.
Millie’s curiosity piqued and she looked at Donna. She mentioned something happening to her and now she was curious. “What happened to you?” she asked.
“Well, I was robbed! Some person broke into my house and stole my precious family ruby! It was horrible! It was absolutely horrible!” Donna told her, feeling angry over what happened. She wanted to let people know she was wronged and then humiliate Becky as well. “I was supposed to be guarded by someone from the Sheriff’s office and they FAILED MISERABLY!!! I was tied up and everything! That evil thief threatened me, and I had to give it up. I can’t believe the crime in this town and the incompetence!” she said in a huff.
Millie heard that news and she was stunned. It appeared that not only was she attacked, but it also happened to someone else! It sounded like the same person. They were both tied up and were going to be attacked. It appeared Donna wasn’t tickled, but she gave up the jewel. “Oh my goodness! That is terrible. It happened to you too?” she asked her.
“Me too?” Donna asked quizzically. She then realized something. That could be the reason Millie seemed so distracted and sad. She might have been attacked by the same criminal! She looked at her and wondered if she was tortured just like Becky Lockhart was, and what could have happened to her. “Wait, Millie, were you attacked last night?” she asked.
Millie heard that question and swallowed. Since Donna was attacked, she might as well tell her what happened. She did want to avoid talking about torture, because that would be too embarrassing. “Well……” she began.
A train pulled up into the train station and the passengers soon disembarked. There was a lot of commotion as the passengers got their luggage and others were boarding the train. There were families, and businessmen all milling around the station. Some were asking the porters for directions; others were looking at maps. Some people were even boarding carriages to go to the nearby town. One particular passenger walked towards the carriages and had a smile on her face. She was ready for the next step in her plan. She wore a red long-sleeved blouse, with gray horse riding pants, with black boots. Her hair was done up in a stylish bun and she looked forward to visiting a town that was becoming more and more famous. This was something she wanted to try. She had a goal in mind and that was to meet the famous deputy of Plotsville, Darby Reeves. She saw a man approaching her and she handed him some money along with a ticket.
“Are you ready, Ma’am?” the man asked, then lead her to his carriage. He saw how attractive she was and took off his hat. “Where are ya headed, Miss…….?” He asked.
“Yes, I am ready. My name is Sylvia. I am headed for Plotsville. Will that be too much trouble?” Sylvia asked, as she stared at the man. She could tell he was staring at her and it always amused her to see men checking her out. She saw the carriage and smiled.
“It won’t be no problem at all, Sylvia. Really nice to meet you. Are ya headed for Plotsville on business or pleasure?” the man asked, trying to make conversation.
“Both. I have some friends there and I have to handle some business. Thank you for your kindness.” Sylvia told him, then entered the carriage. She sat comfortably in the carriage and when the carriage took off, she started to smile. She was looking forward to visiting Plotsville. She wanted to meet the target that both Thalia and Christos wanted to destroy. She wanted to study Darby and look for opportunities to kidnap her and bring her to the newly formed sex trafficking ring. She wished it was a simple assassination, but Christos and Thalia, both wanted her in their harem. Her plan was to study Darby and see how she reacted to situations. Somehow that woman defeated Thalia and the Russian bounty hunters, Helga and Svetlana. This would be her greatest challenge. “Deputy Darby, I am coming. Hehehehe” she said to herself as she headed for Plotsville.
Darby approached the Mayor’s office and felt a little nervous. She walked with the great Sheriff Dickerson, Deputy George and Becky. Once they entered into the Town Hall, they saw people milling around and doing their business. They took the stairs up to the second floor and she saw all the different decorations and decrees posted on the wall. She even saw a decree dedicated to her for some of the heroics she did in the past. She glanced at the one she received for breaking up a gun smuggling ring that sent Madam Olivia to jail. She was proud of that moment and looked back fondly. That was also the event that caused her to befriend the woman she adored, La Diabla. Soon, they arrived at the mayor’s office and waited for his secretary to let them in. “Sheriff, do you think this will be a good meeting?” she asked.
“I think so. If he was angry at us, he would come down to the station and scream. Haha” Sheriff Dickerson responded. He had no idea what the mayor wanted. He was just as curious as everyone else.
Darby saw the door open and saw the mayor, Ralph Hickenbottom. The mayor was a portly man, standing 5’9” tall and weighing 254 pounds. His belly protruded and he wore a tight shirt. His face was glistening with sweat as it was a warm day. Darby always liked talking to the mayor, but he was always looking disheveled. “Mr. mayor, nice to see you again.” she told him.
“Ah!!! Sheriff Dickerson, so good to see you! You as well Darby! You all look fantastic. Hello Deputy George and if it isn’t the apprentice, Becky Lockhart. I am surprised to see you two but thank you for coming. Come on in! I got some business to discuss.” Mayor Hickenbottom said, then waved his arms towards his office.
Becky followed everyone in, and she was in awe. This was her first visit to the mayor’s office and felt honored to even be included. She watched as the mayor sat at his desk, and Sheriff Dickerson and Darby sat right in front of it. She looked at Deputy George and they both stayed in the back of the office, almost as if they were standing guard. “This office is amazing. I can’t believe I am here.” she whispered over to George, who gave her a warm smile.
“So, I bet you two are wondering why I called you in here. Frist, before I continue, I have another guest. I am sure you both recognize her as she has done wonderful things for this town. Here is Ms. Catherine LaSalle.” Mayor Hickenbottom introduced.
A tall woman walked into the mayor’s office with a large smile on her face. Standing 5’9” tall with a slim figure, she walked towards the desk with a confident walk. Catherine LaSalle was a land developer with her husband Patton LaSalle who was currently in Louisiana developing land. She came to Plotsville to expand their family business and managed to get most of the construction projects going. She arrived in town a few weeks ago to live here and she was stunned to learn she was here months ago when the infamous outlaw Sabrina Alamain wreaked havoc on Plotsville when she tried to rob the Plotsville Bank and also the Thirsty Cowboy. She wanted to build many new homes and lots of businesses to make this town a huge attraction. She loved working with the mayor and now she was thrilled with this meeting. She was only 40 years old and already felt like she was on top of the world. “Hello everyone! I am glad we could all meet on this fine day. Nice to see you again, Sheriff. Nice to see you too, Deputy Darby.” she said with a warm smile.
Darby stood up and shook Catherine’s hand. She met her a few times and liked her. She seemed to be very friendly and helped Plotsville grow. She brought in businesses and built many new homes. In the past few months, she really made her mark on this town. She even was the one responsible for bringing in the Burlesque show and built their showroom for them. “Nice to see you again, Ms. LaSalle.” she smiled as she shook the hand.
“My goodness, Deputy! I told you to call me Cathy. We are friends, right?” Catherine said with her trademark smile.
“Ok, Cathy. Hehehe I hope everything is going well” Darby told her. She liked this woman’s spirit and wondered why she was at this meeting.
“Everything is just fine. Now, let’s get down to business, Ralph.” Cathy told the mayor as she took a seat next to his desk. Dressed in a fancy dress, she crossed her right leg over her left and was excited about this meeting. She loved meeting people and wanted to be on a first name basis with everyone.
“Thank you for joining us, Cathy. Now, the reason I wanted to bring you down here, Sheriff, is that we are planning a huge festival for the citizens of Plotsville. We want to have it next week and of course, we want to have a presence from law enforcement.” the mayor told them.
“A festival? Next week? Isn’t that kind of quick? Usually, you give us a month’s notice.” Sheriff Dickerson responded. He didn’t like short notices of things and preparing security for a large festival needed more time.
“Yes, it is fast, but why wait? I am sure you and your men….and ladies…..can be ready in time. Cathy wanted to get the festival started. Plotsville needs to have some fun!” Mayor Hickenbottom said with a huge smile. He then leaned back in his chair and rubbed his belly.
“I know it is short notice, Bob, but I have some vaudeville shows coming in and this is the best time they can arrive. They travel everywhere and agreed to perform in Plotsville. Plus, I want to have bands play. I want people dancing. I want our businesses to serve food and make it a party!” Cathy said, her voice rose with enthusiasm.
“It is very fast. But I think we can do it, right Sheriff? I mean, this town never really had a large festival like this before. I think it would be good for the town.” Darby said. She thought about the fun she had while at Phoebe’s mansion and got to see these types of shows. She also wanted the citizens to have a good time. Since the town was growing so rapidly, it would be a nice gathering for people to get to know each other. She looked over at Cathy and saw her smiling. There was something about this woman that she really liked.
“Hmmm…I guess we can do it, but we will be stretched thin. I only have so many people. Because it is a large gathering, I will have to use most of my men, and ladies, but some have to remain behind to watch the rest of the town. I take it the festival will be right here in the town square?” Sheriff Dickerson asked.
“Yes! Right here in the town square. The people will have so much fun! I like it!” Mayor Hickenbottom said with a huge smile. He then grabbed a glass of water and took a quick sip. He then looked at the Sheriff as he had one more item to discuss with him. “Now, before we start nailing down the details, I do want to talk about the rise in crime. I had a few citizens complain that more crime is taking place. Why is this happening, and can you keep this town safe” he asked.
Sheriff Dickerson looked at the mayor’s face and could see he was concerned. There was an increase in petty crimes around town and he was very concerned about it. It forced his station to go on more patrols and keep the peace which was getting more difficult. “Yes, I can keep the town safe. I think the population growth is also bringing in people that are not exactly on the right side of the law. We have arrested several people, and our courts are already getting backed up. The town is safe, but there will always be an incident here and there.” he explained.
“Yes, we have been quite busy lately, but we do have things under control. I know we could use more deputies to help out.” Darby added, then glanced over at Becky. She really wanted her to be hired and probably some others. They were working very hard, but with a growing population, things were more challenging.
“I understand. I am still working to see if we can afford another. I know you have a certain apprentice, but once we figure out the budget, we will see. Can I get both of your promises that this festival will be safe, AND the town safe overall? We worked hard to make Plotsville a great place to be. The last thing we want is for this town to be known as a dangerous town.” Mayor Hickenbottom told them.
“We will get it done. Plotsville is safe and will always be safe for everyone. You have my word. We will take care of it.” Sheriff Dickerson said with the utmost confidence. He knew his team was very good at what they did, and he also knew just how important it was to maintain a safe town for everyone.
“Yes, Plotsville will always be safe Mr. Mayor. It is our duty to protect the good people, and we will continue to do so.” Darby added. She knew it was very important to keep law and order in this town. It was why she became a deputy. She wanted to protect the innocent and send the guilty to jail.
“Excellent! Because I keep hearing from citizens about how dangerous Plotsville has become. Of course, I hear constantly from one particular citizen, Donna Prescott. That woman drives me batty!” Mayor Hickenbottom said. He wiped his forehead and shook his head. He remembered the last time he saw Donna and she gave him a piece of her mind.
“Donna Prescott has been bothering you? That woman has nothing better to do….” Darby asked. She knew Donna was always complaining about something, but to bother the mayor seemed over the top.
“Yes, I know her father is very important in this town. However, she is……annoying. Haha So please, Sheriff, for the sake of all of our sanity, please make sure everything is safe.” Mayor Hickenbottom requested.
“Ralph, that woman is definitely a firecracker. You know, maybe one day I will have some tea with her and try to get her to calm down. I was the one who influenced her father to set up business here, so maybe I could do something about her.” Cathy said. She knew who Donna was and how “involved” she would get in people’s business. She also knew how much that woman hated the burlesque show. That show was something she was very proud to bring to Plotsville. It was sure to bring the men in and spend a lot of their money. She set it up where the town got some of the profits in return for them to never having to worry about getting shut down by the town government.
“That would be nice. Tell her that everything will be ok, and she will be safe. By the way, did you find out who stole that ruby from her? She was here yesterday whining about how your team are a bunch of failures and that Plotsville is too dangerous for decent, upstanding citizens like her. I am concerned that she was attacked. So, where are we on that?” the mayor asked.
“We are still investigating. I promise ya, we will find out who did this and return the missing jewel. That will be a great thing for Plotsville and perhaps get Donna to be happy.” Darby said. She knew that Becky could hear this conversation and wanted to keep her confidence up.
“Excellent! Ok, so the festival is next week. I am really excited about this. Now, if you will excuse me and Cathy, we will start the event planning. We will reach out to you for the security discussions. Always good to see you, Sheriff. You too, Darby. Oh, and your team behind you.” The mayor said, then looked over at Cathy who took out some documents to go over the festivities.
Darby got up from her chair and headed towards the door with Sheriff Dickerson. She knew they had a tough assignment to protect the town and keep the festival safe. It was true that there was an uptick in crime, and they knew they were going to be really busy. She saw Becky next to her and she smiled at her. She knew how upset and concerned she was about what happened at the Prescott house. She had to continue to build up her confidence. She had to remind Becky that she was a hero and that she could accomplish anything. When she got outside of the town hall, she saw a crowd forming in the town square. There was a platform erected there, which was always for announcements from the local government. She was curious about what the crowd was for because there weren’t any scheduled events. When she got closer, she saw someone standing on the stage and her heart sank. “Oh muh goodness….” she said in shock.
Becky walked out of the Town Hall with Darby and the others and she wondered if she was going to help with the festival. She wasn’t a deputy, but they needed everyone they could get to keep the people safe. When she got outside of the building, she also noticed a crowd forming and when she saw who was on stage, her heart stopped. “Why is Donna Prescott on stage?” she asked.
Donna stood on stage and motioned her arms to get the passersby to pay attention to her. She was feeling really angry and wanted to address the citizens of Plotsville. After hearing Millie’s story, she wanted to do something about it. When she saw there was a decent enough crowd, she decided to speak to them. “Ladies and gentlemen of Plotsville! Thank you for your attention! I wanted to talk to you today about our beloved town. There have been things happening and you should know the truth!” she shouted.
Darby looked at Sheriff Dickerson who was stunned at Donna speaking to a crowd of citizens. She got closer to the crowded area and wanted to see what this woman was going to say. She knew Donna was up to no good because the tone in her voice was that of anger and annoyance. She prayed that she didn’t incite the crowd because she and her team were outnumbered at the moment. “Ok lady, what are ya talking about?” she thought to herself.
“It has come to my attention that Plotsville has a dark side! We all love our town. BUT, as you very well know, crime has soared! Every single day, someone is getting robbed, or fights are breaking out. There is something more heinous happening. There seems to be a dangerous thief on the loose! A thief that has attacked innocent women in town!” Donna shouted. She was feeling her anger flow through her body, and she wanted to get people’s attention so that her own trauma could be front and center. She had to find that ruby at all costs before her parents found out. She wasn’t satisfied with the Sheriff and now she wanted to put pressure on them to solve the case and find her precious jewel. “Women have been tied up and their jewelry stolen! I should know. I…..I was attacked recently. I was tied up and that evil thief STOLE my precious valuables. I….I was so scared!” she told the crowd.
Darby was stunned that Donna was talking about the recent attack. She could hear the crowd murmuring and knew this was not going to be good. She knew Donna was about to spread fear and potential panic throughout the town. That would severely limit the Sheriff and his deputies to maintain order. She looked at the Sheriff and found herself getting nervous. “I will take care of this!” she said, then started to make her way through the crowd.
“I was tied up! I was threatened by this thief! They were going to do horrible and unimaginable things to me if I did not give them what they wanted. I had no choice! I gave up the jewel and my heart is…broken.” Donna said, then put her face in her hands to appear sad. She heard the crowd murmuring and knew she got their attention. She heard some people yell out if she was ok and that they were so sorry that it happened to her. She lifted her head and took a deep breath. She wanted to appear very emotional and get the crowd to sympathize with her. “I-I will be ok. But I have to find the jewel. You know what is even worse? I had someone from the Sheriff’s office trying to protect me and SHE FAILED!!!!” she yelled.
Becky heard those words, and she was absolutely stunned. She heard Donna yelling about how she was attacked, and it hurt her feelings because it was her that failed to protect her. When she heard Donna referencing her, she felt her heart drop and she started to sweat. “Please don’t say muh name….” she whispered to herself.
Donna heard the crowd reacting and she felt very powerful. She had gotten their attention, and she was going to take advantage of it. She heard someone call out Darby’s name because she used the pronoun “she”. She shook her head and then took a deep breath to convey her emotions to the crowd. “No, it was not Darby that failed. She was too busy entertaining guests from out of town or something. She was neglecting her duties, but that is another story. No, this FAILURE was someone who had us all fooled! She had everyone believe she was a hero in Mexico, but after my experience with her, it turns out that she is A FRAUD!!!!! I am speaking about none other than BECKY LOCKHART!!!!” she yelled.
Darby heard those angry words, and she made it to the stage. She had to get Donna to stop scaring the crowd and also to make sure the people did not question the Sheriff and his team. She got onto the stage and approached Donna who seemed to be enjoying the spotlight. “Donna! You got to stop!” she yelled at her.
Donna heard a voice and turned to her right. She saw Darby approaching and she knew this was a moment that she could not pass up. It was time to turn up the heat on law enforcement and force them to work harder to get the jewel back. “Well, look who’s here!!! Darby Reeves! Figures you would be here! Tell me, why are you allowing a thief to run around town attacking women, huh?” she asked in a very loud voice.
Darby stopped in her tracks when she heard Donna calling out the entire team and she saw the crowd. They were starting to appear angry, and she had to do something. She walked carefully towards Donna because if she rushed over, it would appear she was trying to silence the woman. Right now, the crowd seemed to be behind her, and she had to maintain calm. She saw Sheriff Dickerson going through the crowd and headed for the stage too. “Donna, this is not the time or place to scare people. Come on, let’s get off the stage and go back to the station. We can discuss things and work to try and get the jewel back.” she told her in a calm manner.
“YOU HEAR THAT FOLKS?! Deputy Darby wants me to get off the stage and cover up the FAILURE of the law enforcement in this town! I found out that another woman was attacked, and you sit here and tell me to calm down? I WAS SCARED DEPUTY, REALLY SCARED! That thief could have killed me if I didn’t give them what they wanted. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?!” she yelled.
Darby froze when hearing those words because now the crowd was staring at her. She knew she had to do something or there could be a very angry crowd. “Muh fellow citizens, it is true that Ms. Prescott was robbed, but we are working diligently to solve the case. I promise ya that we will resolve it and make sure this town is always safe.” she told the crowd, then looked right back at Donna.
“Explain something to the people, Deputy. How come you have not warned the town of some thief running around attacking women? How many of you knew that was happening?” Donna asked the crowd. She saw the heads looking at each other and some shrugs. She then looked back at Darby and gave her a dismissive look. “If people KNEW this was happening, then perhaps we could also be more vigilant ourselves! Poor Millie Pastori was attacked too!” she hissed.
“What? Millie, the schoolteacher?” Darby asked in surprise. That was something she did not know and made the situation even worse.
“That’s right!! Poor Millie was attacked last night. She was tied up and forced to give up her cash! You have a criminal running around this town and NO WOMAN IS SAFE!” Donna screamed, telling the crowd who else was attacked. She remembered that she wasn’t supposed to mention Millie’s name, but she was so worked up, it came out. Millie made her promise she wouldn’t do that, but it was too late now.
Darby saw the crowd looking at each other, then a murmur started to happen. She could tell the crowd was getting antsy and she hoped this wasn’t going to start an unruly crowd. She saw Sheriff Dickerson finally get on stage and he looked out onto the crowd. She admitted to herself that Donna was right. Had they told the town about the break-ins, perhaps they would have been more vigilant. The thief didn’t appear to use any weapons, just tied the victim up and tickle torture them. There were at least seven victims that she knew of, so this was a serial tickling thief.
“Good citizens of Plotsville, let me tell you that we are working very diligently to resolve this situation. Now, it does appear a thief has stolen some valuables from Donna Prescott. I can assure you that my men and I are going to find out who this is and bring them to justice. I want to reiterate that you are safe. However, it is always good to be vigilant and if you see anything strange, please contact us.” Sheriff Dickerson told the crowd. He was very concerned that Donna was going to turn this crowd into an angry mob and if a fight broke out, there was no way he and the members of the team with him would be able to stop it.
“Working hard, huh? Ladies and gentlemen, he KNEW that I was going to be alone. He KNEW that I needed protection, and did he give me a deputy? NO!!!! He gave me that failure! He gave me some apprentice that is extremely clumsy and is a POOR EXCUSE OF A WOMAN! She was tied up next to me and was USELESS!!!! Tell me, Sheriff, how come you have not FIRED BECKY LOCKHART????” Donna screamed. She was still steaming over Becky’s failure and wanted to publicly embarrass her. She looked out in the crowd and then she saw her. She saw those pigtails and that freckled face. It was Becky standing there and listening to every word she said. This was her moment to humiliate her and make her feel terrible for her failure. She didn’t want to explain how she was tortured, but she was going to let everyone know she failed. “There she is!!! The fraud!!!” she yelled, then pointed at Becky.
Becky saw the crowd turning towards her and they all had this look of disdain on their faces. She felt really embarrassed that her name was called out a second time, now she was pointed at. Her face turned red from embarrassment, and she wanted to just die on the spot.
“THAT’S ENOUGH!!! You are not going to embarrass someone working for me. Listen to me, Ms. Prescott. We are working on the case. We are going to solve it. If you do not close your mouth right now, I am going to arrest you for inciting a crowd and haul you to jail for a few hours. UNDERSTAND?!” Sheriff Dickerson yelled in his deep voice. He did not like how Donna called out Becky like that and humiliated her in front of the citizens. He was very protective of his team and now he was very angry at this meddling woman.
Donna heard that threat and she understood she might have gone too far with the Sheriff. She was still very angry and worked up, but she knew she had better stop because she did not want to get arrested in front of all these people. She stuck her nose up in the air and turned around. “Hmph! You know I am right. You better find that ruby or I swear, I will get the mayor to fire all of you and hire some REAL deputies.” she said, then walked away.
Darby felt a lot of anger in her own body after seeing what Donna did to Becky. She knew Becky felt terrible over her failure and now that she had been called out in front of a crowd, she knew her apprentice had to be hurting. She saw Donna walking off the stage and she wished she could have punched her lights out. She tapped the Sheriff on the shoulder and now she wanted to comfort her apprentice and friend. “Thank you, Sheriff. That woman is such a bitch!” she growled.
“I know, she really is. But she is right. We do need to find this thief. I am glad she doesn’t know about the other cases because if she did, things would be much worse. I am concerned that the other victims might tell her though. Talk to Millie and find out what happened. If it is the same thief, then we have to solve it quickly.” Sheriff Dickerson said, then started to head off the stage. He saw the crowd starting to disperse and he felt more at ease that something did not happen.
Darby got off the stage and made her way to Becky. She saw Becky standing there, trying her best to stand at attention and not display any emotion. But she knew that she had to be hurting inside. She walked up to her and hugged her. “Hey, are you ok?” she whispered into her ear.
Becky felt her emotions in a flurry when she heard all those words from Donna. When the crowd dispersed, she saw some of them looking at her and shaking their heads. She didn’t want to show any emotion because a good deputy was always stoic. She wanted to cry from embarrassment but held back her tears. She saw Darby headed towards her and when she felt the hug, she had a very difficult time holding the tears back. “Yeah, I am ok. Donna was a little mean.” she whispered back.
“I know. Let’s go back to the station and get to work. We have to find this thief and bring them to justice.” Darby told her, then started to walk away with Becky. She knew her poor apprentice had a major hit on her confidence, and she had to make sure she was going to be ok. She started to head back to the station and then saw someone approaching. She saw this woman wearing a red shirt, gray riding pants and black boots. The woman looked really attractive and seemed to be looking right at her. She had never seen her before and wondered what this was about. She wondered if this was another victim who headed her way.
Sylvia walked towards Darby and felt some excitement. She made it to Plotsville 30 minutes ago and when she was in the town square, she heard Donna speaking to a group of people. She wondered what it was all about and then she saw her. The target that she had been sent by Christos Andino for. She saw the famous deputy and she felt true excitement. It was time to put her own plan into motion. She wanted to meet the woman, study her and then perhaps set a trap for her to capture her and bring her to Christos. She still had many duties with the sex trafficking ring but needed this moment to study her target. She approached Darby and this was the moment of truth. “Hello there! Are you Deputy Darby Reeves?” she asked in a sweet voice.
Darby stood next to Becky and saw this pleasant woman standing in front of her. She heard the tone of voice, and it didn’t seem confrontational. She figured this was another citizen that wanted to meet her for the first time. It was always a humble experience to be greeted like this, but she liked meeting people as well. “Yes, I am Deputy Darby Reeves. Can I help you with something?” she asked with a smile.
Sylvia looked at Becky and felt another thrill. She heard about this woman and wondered if she should capture her as well. It was Becky who led the charge against Thalia and managed to turn the tide. It would be a nice surprise for Thalia and Christos if she could bring her as well. She heard every word that Donna said and knew that Becky was emotional. She could use that to her advantage in getting to study both of them. “I just wanted to tell you that I am honored to meet you. I am new in this town, but I heard all about you. It is amazing to be in the presence of someone so heroic and fights for good!” she said, then extended her hand for a handshake.
Darby couldn’t help but smile when she heard that introduction. She always loved it when someone introduced themselves and it also made her feel humble. She shook the woman’s hand and smiled back. “Thank you! That is very nice of you to say. I am just doing muh job. What is your name?” she asked.
“My name is Sylvia. Pleasure to meet you! And is this……Becky Lockhart? Oh my goodness, I get the pleasure of meeting both of you? What a great day this is!” Sylvia said, then reached out to shake Becky’s hand. She noticed that Darby’s hand was soft for a woman who did physical things. It confirmed what Thalia told her about Darby. She heard about how soft Darby’s body was, especially on the bottoms of her feet. She was in awe when Thalia described the feet and how sensitive they were. That made her excited to torture her. She also noticed that Becky’s hand was soft as well. Not as soft as Darby’s but tender, nonetheless.
Becky shook Sylvia’s hand, and she started to feel better. After that public humiliation from Donna, it was nice that someone heard of her and thought highly of her. “Thank ya! Nice to meet ya, Sylvia.” she said with her smile.
Sylvia saw that gap between Becky’s two front teeth and thought it was cute. She imagined what it would look like when she was laughing her head off when her feet were tickled. She knew she had them hooked, now it was time to continue to turn on the charm. “Oh, I heard those nasty words from that woman on stage! She seems like the type that loves to annoy people. I know for a fact you both are outstanding, and I am very pleased to meet such great women!” she said.
“Why thank you for saying that. That lady, Donna Prescott, can be a handful, but she is just scared. She was attacked recently and doesn’t know how to handle it. Speaking of which, if you heard what she said, then you should be careful and vigilant as well. We don’t want you to be attacked. You are safe here, but please, be careful.” Darby told her. She figured if this woman heard Donna, she had to make sure she still felt safe in Plotsville.
“Thank you for the warning. I am sure this town is safe. I mean, we have you to protect us. Plotsville’s Protector! Hehe Well, deputy. I am very happy to meet you. Perhaps we will run into each other again. I hope you and her have a wonderful day!” Sylvia said with a sweet smile. She shook Darby’s hand again and loved how soft it was. Her desire to torment her grew even more and knew she had to play this perfectly.
“Really nice to meet you, too! Well, Sylvia, enjoy your stay in Plotsvilel! Have a good day!” Darby replied. She liked Sylvia’s very friendly demeanor and hoped that she did see her around again. She saw the woman leave and then looked at Becky. “She sure seems nice.” she said.
“Yeah, she does seem really friendly. Darby, I am scared. Donna keeps mentioning muh name to people and I…..I think I am gonna get fired.” Becky said, her voice started to shake. The embarrassment she felt when Donna ridiculed her in front of the crowd really shook her. She really loved working at the Sheriff’s office and now it was under threat.
“Becky, you are not going to be fired. I know Donna is being very mean right now, but we all know how capable you are. Keep your chin up. Now, I want you to go find Millie and take her to the station. I can’t believe she was attacked by the same person. I am sure she is not thrilled that Donna mentioned her name like that too. Let’s see if it is the same attack style as the others.” Darby instructed. She wanted to have Millie tell them what happened and perhaps there would be a clue of some sort to help identify this thief.
“Ok. I hope she is ok. I like her too. She is so very nice. If she went through what the others did, and how I suffered, then I know she is probably not doing well right now. Ok, I will go see her and bring her in. Or, how about this? We both go over there. I mean, she might now want to be in the public right now, especially after what Donna said.” Becky suggested. She still felt a little sad over her embarrassment by Donna but had to try and focus to help her friend.
“That’s a good idea. Besides, she might be more comfortable telling us in her home. Ok, let’s go. Oh, here comes Deputy Bobby. Hiya deputy! What’s up?” Darby asked. She saw one of the deputies approach her and he had a look of concern on his face.
“Hi, Chief Deputy! I just wanted to let you know that we had an incident close to the blacksmith’s shop. Someone found a naked man behind the shop. He seemed woozy and out of it. It was weird because he had no clothes at all! It is like he is in some kind of daze. Really weird.” Deputy Bobby told her.
“That is weird. We are having some weird things happening in this town lately. Ok, well, I am off to assist another victim. See if you can find out what happened to the man. We probably want to keep it quiet because we don’t want the town to panic, ya know?” Darby told him. She started to think that perhaps the man had too much to drink and stripped himself naked. It was an odd situation, but it was possible no crime against him was committed. She saw the deputy walk off, and she looked at Becky. “Ok, let’s go see Millie.” she told her.
Mandy had a bounce in her step as her shift was about to end. She was very excited about her evening plans, as she wanted to see her favorite burlesque dancer, Rita, perform. She really loved the style of the dancers and enjoyed every show. She knew she was becoming a regular at these shows and wanted to befriend them all. She continued to wait on tables, and then she saw a woman enter the Thirsty Cowboy. She noticed her immediately and was taken aback. The woman wore a red blouse, with gray riding pants and black boots. She looked very pretty, and she had never seen her before. She walked over to her and smiled. “Welcome to The Thirsty Cowboy! Can I help you?” she said with a huge smile.
Sylvia looked at this attractive woman and smiled. She seemed very nice and liked her demeanor. She wanted to visit the bar to get a drink and focus on what her mission was. She wanted to study Plotsville and its people. She was already focused on scouting Darby and learning her behaviors, but she also wanted to scout this town for potential sex slaves. Once she identified women who would make good fits, then she could focus on how to kidnap them without anyone noticing. Now, it was time to relax after her trip to this town and meeting her primary target. “Yes, I would like a drink. Perhaps some wine, if you have any?” she responded.
“Sure! We have some wine. Follow me, let me get you a table.” Mandy said, and feeling a little excited. She thought this woman was very pretty, and figured she would chat with her a little. She led her to a small table near the back of the bar and watched as she got seated. “What is your name, darlin’?” she asked.
“My name is Sylvia. And yours?” Sylvia responded. She figured since she was in the final phases of her mission, using her name wouldn’t be a problem. Because once she accomplished her mission, Darby and others would never forget her name. She wanted to invoke that same fear that Thalia gave whenever her name was provided. The rest of the town would never know who she was, but Darby and other sex slaves would.
“My name is Mandy! Really nice to meet you! Are you new in town? I don’t think I ever seen you before.” Mandy asked, wanting to have some small talk.
“I am new. I am here for business, and I can say I like this town. Very nice people, such as yourself.” Sylvia smiled. She could sense that Mandy was intrigued by her and wondered if this woman was the type that would make an excellent sex slave.
“Thank you! I hope you enjoy your stay here. I hope you get to check out many exciting things here. We have great shops, and we even have a burlesque show!” Mandy said, feeling excited.
“A burlesque show? Wow, that is interesting. I might have to check it out.” Sylvia responded. She always liked watching women dance, so she figured it could be a place to check out.
“You should! In fact, I am going there tonight. Since you are new to town, how about you join me? I know I just met you, but you seem really nice, and….well, you are also very pretty.” Mandy said, starting to feel very flirtatious. She was attracted to this woman and hoped she didn’t come on too strong already.
Sylvia smiled when she heard that offer. She knew Mandy was now flirting with her, which made her think this woman would perhaps make a great sex slave. Or at least someone who could get her into position to perhaps scout other potential sex slaves. “Thank you for your compliment. You are very pretty too. You know, that sounds like a good idea. This is my first night in Plotsville, so I might as well make some friends during my stay.” she smiled back.
“Yes! It will be fun! How about you meet me in about 2 hours here at this bar? I am off my shift soon, and we can go together to the show. You will not be disappointed! Let me go get your wine, Sylvia. I will be right back!” Mandy said with excitement. She felt herself blushing a bit because she was already flirting with this woman, and she just met her. There was something about her that seemed mysterious and exciting. She felt a tingle between her legs because she was going to be in Sylvia’s company and see Rita. She hoped this would be a night for her to remember.
Darby arrived at Millie’s house with Becky, and she took a deep breath. She knew poor Millie would probably be hesitant to talk about what happened to her, so she had to be kind and comforting. She walked up to the doorstep and gently knocked. She looked at Becky who had a nervous look on her face as well. The door opened up and she saw Millie standing there. “Millie! Hi, it’s me, Deputy Darby and Becky.” she said with a huge smile on her face.
Millie opened her door and was surprised to see Darby and Becky standing there. She was not expecting any company, and this was the second visitor to her home this day. The first one was a fellow teacher looking for her and now she had law enforcement visiting. She felt terrible the whole day. She stayed inside and tried to recover from her ordeal the previous night. That tickle attack by the thief was traumatizing to her and she just wanted to be away from the world. The way the thief tickled her body and even sexually humiliated her was something that stayed in her soul. She saw Darby’s warm smile and she didn’t really want to interact with them. She was still in her pajamas as well. “Hi Darby, hi Becky. What brings you by?” she said in a very soft voice.
“May we come in? We just want to talk to you for a moment.” Darby requested. She could tell by Millie’s demeanor that she was very sad, which only confirmed Donna’s story. She recognized that look and that sense of sadness because she had gone through that kind of torture many times. The first time she was ever tortured like that was by La Diabla in that barn. That moment made her hide in her own house for two days. She wanted to help Millie and prayed she would be ok.
“I don’t really feel like company today. I’m sorry. I am not feeling well.” Millie replied softly. She did not feel like entertaining guests and just wanted to go back into herbed and lay down.
“Millie, we heard what happened to you. I am here to help you. I know it had to be tough, but we need your help.” Darby said in a soothing voice. She had to be very careful with Millie, but it was necessary to get more information about the attack.
“H-How did you know?” Millie asked in response. She was stunned that Darby would know about the attack. She looked over at Becky, who had a concerned look on her face as well.
“Well, Donna Prescott was telling a crowd in the town square about her attack, and well, mentioned you were attacked as well. We know what happened to her, so when she said your name, we figured the same thing happened to you. Can we come in? It is just me, you and Becky. No one else.” Darby asked again. She saw the embarrassment on Millie’s face and knew she had to be very careful and empathetic. She knew that she and Becky definitely knew how Millie felt, more than any other deputy would.
“What? Donna mentioned my name in public? Oh dear….” Millie responded. She had no idea that when she told Donna what happened, the woman was going to go around telling everyone that she was attacked. The embarrassment washed over her and she stared at her bare feet. She felt very weak and now she had two deputies coming over to talk about the worst experience of her life. She was relieved that she did not describe to Donna how she was tortured, because it would have been too embarrassing to admit she was tickled into submission. She looked back up at Darby and Becky and she wanted to cry. “Yes, I was attacked.” she said softly, her eyes filling with sadness.
Becky saw those eyes of Millie and her heart sank. She knew how she was feeling, and she knew Darby knew how she was feeling. She went up to her and gave her a hug. “So sorry that happened to ya. We want to help ya. That is why we are here. May we come in?” she asked.
Millie could see the sadness on both of their faces, and she appreciated their concern. She was afraid to talk about it, but after she told Donna what happened, she might as well tell two women that could possibly help her. She nodded her head and then opened her door further. “Come in.” she told them.
Darby loved how Becky comforted Millie. She knew her apprentice could empathize with Millie because she went through the same thing with the thief. Now, she had to ask Milie about her encounter and knew talking about the torture was going to be really tough. She went inside the house and saw how cozy it was. She saw Millie heading to a chair, which left the couch open. She made her way to the couch and sat down on the right side of it, with Millie sitting near her, and Becky to her left. She took a deep breath, and it was time to start the report. “Millie, thank you so much for speaking with us. I know you had a very rough experience, and that is why we are here. We want to get some details to compare the attacks. Because if they are the same details, then we know we are dealing with one thief, and not many different people. That would help us find this person. I want you to be honest with us. It is just us women here. Ok?” she asked, then reached her right hand over and gently touched Millie’s left knee.
Mille heard those words and even though they were very comforting, she was still very nervous to talk about the attack. With Donna, she just said she was attacked and forced to give up her cash. She didn’t talk about how it happened, but if these deputies were correct, then that meant Donna must have been tortured the same way she was. Then she remembered what Donna told her. Someone from the Sheriff’s office was supposed to guard her. Donna never mentioned the name, but she was curious. “Ok, I will do my best. I still can’t believe Donna told everyone what happened to me. She was supposed to keep it quiet. She told me she was attacked, but I wonder about something she said. She told me that someone from the Sheriff’s station was supposed to guard her. Do you know who that was?” she asked.
Becky started to blush furiously because it was her that was supposed to protect Donna and she failed miserably. She hung her head in shame and then took a deep breath. “Yeah, I do. It was me.” she said softly.
Darby looked over at Becky and could see how ashamed she felt. She felt bad for her and Millie and had a feeling she would have to comfort both of them. She looked back at Millie who had a look of shock on her face. “Yes, Becky was supposed to guard her.” she confirmed.
“Oh my goodness! Are you ok? I am sorry that happened to you.” Millie said and felt like comforting Becky. She started to wonder if the same thing happened to Becky as it did to her.
“Yeah, so that is why I am here. I want ya to be honest with us and tell us what happened. I-I know how ya feel.” Becky said, trying to retain her composure. She didn’t want to admit her own weakness, but had a feeling she would have to in order to get Millie to do the same.
“Wow. I hope you didn’t experience what I did.” Millie said. She started to feel nervous about the situation. Her mind flashed back to the previous night and how much she suffered under that ruthless and unrelenting tickle torture. She looked at Becky and wondered if it happened to her. She figured if Becky could admit it, then she could too. “It was horrible. What happened to you? Did something…..um…..unusual happen to you?” she asked.
Becky heard that question and she knew what Millie was referring to. She knew that Millie did indeed suffer what she suffered just by hearing that question. She knew the curiosity. She knew that feeling. It was going to be highly embarrassing, but she had to do it in order to do her job with Darby. “Well, I will tell ya. I was….kinda….tied up by this thief. I had gotten captured and….well, she made Donna watch. She was tied up as well.” she said nervously.
Darby felt Becky’s angst, but she felt so proud of her for being so open to this victim. It was important to establish that trust, so Millie could tell her exactly what happened. She looked back at Millie and smiled. “Millie, before she continues, I want to promise you that the details of what happened to you will remain with us. We are not going to divulge anything to others, including muh own Sheriff! It is just us ladies here. The only thing people know is that you were attacked. That’s it. So please, be open with us. We are here to help.” she told her in a soft voice.
“Thank you. I appreciate that. You were tied up, Becky? How horrible! I was….I was tied up too.” Millie said softly. She felt extremely nervous but since these women were trying to help her, she figured she could open up about it. “Did the thief do……anything…..to you while you were tied up?” she asked.
Becky felt her heart beating out of her chest, but she knew she had to do it. It was important and she felt she was safe with these two women here. She knew Darby probably would not mention previous experiences, so she wanted to keep Darby’s own weakness a secret unless she talked about it. “Well….I will be honest with ya. This thief….they did something to me when I was tied up. Ya might find it silly, but it was tough for me. They……They, um, tickled me…..” she said really softly.
Millie thought she heard the word “tickled” and she was stunned. It appeared that Becky did go through the same thing she went through. That was comforting and frightening at the same time! She couldn’t believe she was not the only one who may have suffered to the “Tickling Thief”. “They tickled you? Like, touch your body and tickled you?” she asked in shock.
“Yeah…it is kinda embarrassin’ ya know? But I want to tell ya the truth. I was tied up, and they tickled me. It was torture. They did it in front of Donna, who eventually gave up her jewel so that it wouldn’t happen to her.” Becky explained. Since Donna went around telling folks about her failure, she might as well tell what happened to Donna and how this all started. She also wondered if she should talk about others who were attacked by this thief.
Millie was blown away by Becky’s words. The cute deputy in front of her was tickled just like she was. That was overwhelming to her, and she felt bad for Becky. Because deputies were so strong and powerful. For someone like her to be tormented, it meant this person was very dangerous. It also made her feel empathy for Becky because she knew what it was like. The fact that she was talking about it now made her feel more comfortable to discuss her own experience. “That is terrible! Well, the same thing happened to me. Whoever this was, they did the same thing to me. They tied me up and…..tickled me.” she admitted.
Darby listened to Millie’s story about how the intruder broke in, tied her up and tickled her. She could hear the emotion in Millie’s voice about how ticklish she was and how the thief would not stop tickling her. She heard Millie tell her she doesn’t own jewelry, and that the thief tortured her because she wasn’t believed. These details made Darby think about her own nightmarish experiences. Most of her torture experiences were some kind of “payback”, but there were also interrogation style tortures as well. She remembered how she was tickle interrogated by Madam Olivia in the brothel. She also remembered when Gloria Wellington interrogated her in that secret closet within the mansion in Santa Selena. Both times, she was broken and confessed to the questions she was asked. Hearing Millie describe how sensitive her body was made her shiver because she knew how sensitive her own body was. Then she sat there stunned when Millie described the sexual aspect of it all. She was proud of Millie for admitting this, but it appeared that once she started talking, she just opened up completely. She also understood that aspect of the torture. She experienced it so many times when she was tortured. Darby wanted to hug her and share her own experiences, but she couldn’t do it. She had to do her duty and remain strong. She just could not admit what happened to her to people who weren’t there. It made her admire Millie even more and knew this young schoolteacher was braver than she was. Once the story finished, she got up from the couch and hugged a sitting Millie. “Millie, thank you for telling us what happened. I can’t imagine the nightmare you went through.” she told her, then sat back down.
Millie felt her emotions going wild as she recounted the story. She surprised herself that she talked about the sexual domination that happened to her, but she just kept talking openly and it came out. She felt so ashamed of the moment and Darby’s hug helped her. “Thank you. Now you both see why I am such a mess. I let something like being tickled break me down. But it was so ruthless. I didn’t think it was possible for my body to react like that. Did the thief touch you too, Becky?” she asked.
Becky once again started to blush. She heard Millie’s story and was surprised to hear her admit the sexual domination. That kind of torture happened to her before, and she felt proud of Millie. Because that was something she never wanted to admit to anyone who wasn’t there with her. “Yeah, that thief touched me too.” she replied.
“I can’t believe that thief tickled you. I didn’t know you were ticklish. You look so strong and brave. What about you, Deputy Darby? Are you ticklish?” Millie asked. She saw Darby blushing a little and wondered if Plotsville’s greatest hero shared her same weakness.
Darby blushed when she heard that question. She was not going to talk about her own torture experiences and admitting she was ticklish was embarrassing. But then she thought about some of her friends in Plotsville that knew she was and perhaps she could admit it in a friendly way. Gertrude, Mandy and Mia, all knew her weakness, so she figured that she could at least admit it since being ticklish wasn’t a mysterious thing for people overall. “Yeah, I can be. So I know tickling can be a torturous thing. Millie, these details you gave us will really help us. So, from what Becky told me, and what you described, we are talking about a smaller person, probably 5 foot tall or so. They wore a hooded mask and black clothing. But you both can’t be certain that it was a small man or woman, correct?” she told her, not wanting to talk a lot about her own ticklishness.
“I think so. They had these dainty looking hands, and the voice was soft, not like a man’s. But the way I was tickled and the way I was touched, it had to be a man, right? Would a woman actually do this to another?” Millie asked. She thought about how she was touched and the possibility of it being a woman would be strange. She didn’t think women could be that cruel to another.
“I understand. It is strange when a woman does it, but there are some pretty evil women out there. Millie, I do want to thank you for talking to us. I feel absolutely terrible this happened to you and muhself, and Becky will get to the bottom of this. We want to make it right for you. I want you to feel safe again. If you ever need to talk again, ya know where to find us.” Darby told her in a comforting voice. She wanted to end the conversation instead of keeping Millie talking about it, which could make her feelings worse.
“Thank you, Darby. It helped me to talk about it. I am sorry you were tortured too, Becky. I always thought of tickling as something fun, but the way that thief tickled me, it was absolute torture.” Millie said, then stood up from her chair. She looked at both women and felt a little better. She was also stunned to know that poor Becky suffered as well. She walked up to her and gave her a hug. “I am so sorry you were tortured too. I am here if you need me.” she offered.
Becky felt the hug she was receiving, and it made her feel good. This woman went through hell from the thief and yet, she was still trying to offer her help to her. She hugged her back and whispered into her ear. “Thank ya, Millie. I feel more bad for ya, than muhself. Ya didn’t deserve that, and I promise ya, we will find that thief and haul them to jail!” she told her.
Darby saw the two ladies embracing and she smiled. It was good to see Millie feeling positive, but knew she would still have to go through the trauma of it all. She figured she had enough information to research. She thought about Millie’s recollection of her day and wanted to compare it with the other victims. “Again, thank you so much, Millie. I want you to know that you will get better. It was terrible that you went through that, but you are such a strong and brave woman. You will one day be able to go on with life and enjoy it. Like you said, tickling can be fun, and I hope you do have fun in the future, so we can see that bright smile again.” she told her.
“Thank you. Thank you both. I think it will take me a while to get over it, but knowing you two support me will only get me stronger. Maybe one day we can have our own tickle fight or something to just have fun again and not having that scarring memory of it.” Millie said, then smiled.
“Hehe a tickle fight? That sounds fun, but no tickling me, ok? Haha” Darby joked. She then started to head towards the door. It was time to get back to work and hopefully catch this thief.
“Hehehe no promises. Funny how the great hero of Plotsville is ticklish just like the rest of us.” Millie smiled. She then walked her friends to the door and hugged them both. “Have a good day and thank you again.” she told them.
“Good day, Millie. We will talk soon.” Darby said, then she turned and walked away from the house with Becky. She did feel good that they got Millie to feel positive at the end of the conversation. Seeing her smile let her know that Millie would be ok. She looked over at Becky and wanted to comfort her too. “Good job in there, Becky. You did good. You were very empathetic and very caring towards her. That is why you will make a great deputy. You show that you care for the people.” she said.
Becky blushed when she heard the compliment. After all the stuff she was going through with Donna trying to destroy her dream, hearing those words from her hero meant a lot to her. “Thank ya, Darby. I feel horrible she went through that. We both suffered like that, so we have to make sure she will be ok. I like Millie. She is very nice. Now, I really want to find this person. Let’s go find the Ticklin’ Thief!” she said with determination in her voice.
UP NEXT: Mandy has an incredible experience at the Burlesque show
Ok folks, how did you like this chapter? The seeds are being planted for the phase ending series. Donna is such a handful, the Thief is making an impact, the assassin Sylvia Cartier is making her presence known and Darby and Becky have to try and solve it all! Thank you for your support as we continue this journey. As always, your comments are most encouraged and welcomed!
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PART 2
Millie felt her other shoe come off and now she was in sheer panic. This evil intruder was going to tickle her feet, and she was going to suffer more than she already had. She started to writhe her upper body like a fish out of water and she realized she could really move her legs. With this person sitting on her knees and her arms still tied behind her back, she was completely helpless. She kept covering both of her stockinged feet with one another and knew just how sensitive she was right now. There were times she touched her own feet after a long day, and it would give her a ticklish tremor. Now, she was helpless, and torture was imminent. “NO!!!! I AM BEGGING YOU!!! PLEASE LEAVE MY FEET ALONE!!! I DON’T WANT THIS!!! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” she screamed into the gag.
“Hahahahahah are you kidding me? What do I want from you? I think you know the answer to that question. Millie, you sound very scared. You didn’t even sound like this when I exposed those cute tits of yours. What is it about your feet that you are so scared about? I mean, they are just feet. You should be happy that they are finally free from those stuffy shoes. I do want to take off your stockings, but I will give your feet a moment to relax. Hehehe” the thief taunted. She loved how Millie was behaving and had a feeling; these would be the most ticklish feet she ever encountered. Her eyes stared at the nervous soles and then rubbed her hands. “Now, since you are so exhausted, how about I give your feet a little massage? Sounds good, right? I mean, you did like what I did to your nipples. So, you know what I could do to your feet. Hehehe” she teased.
Millie continued to squirm violently as her feet were in ticklish danger. She did not want to endure that kind of suffering. Touching her feet would surely drive her completely insane. She already started to giggle in anticipation of being tickled. “Hehehe DON’T TOUCH THEM!!! PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU HEHEHEHEHE!” she screamed.
“Enjoy your foot massage!” the thief scolded. She reached her hands down and placed the palm of her left hand on the sole of the right foot. She could feel how warm the foot was, and she heard a loud screech of laughter. She took her hand off quickly and looked behind her. Millie was thrashing her body already and she smiled. She turned around and placed both hands on the bottoms of the soles and once again, heard this intense shrieking coming from Millie. She complimented herself for gagging her victims, otherwise all of Plotsville would have heard this tickled woman. She noticed that the feet were very sensitive to touch, which would make this foot tickling experience that much better. “Why Millie! Are your feet THAT ticklish? I barely touched you and you are screaming. Hehehe” she joked.
Millie felt those hands touching her feet and she went ballistic. The sensitivity she felt was very intense and already knew there would be no way she could survive a full tickle attack. The previous torture had already worn her body down, so any touch was going to be amplified. She didn’t realize just how much more her feet were going to be sensitive, and now that she had a brief taste of it, she did not want to be tortured. “AAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MY FEET!!! OK!!! YOU CAN HAVE MY JEWELS!! YOU CAN HAVE THEM!” she lied in desperation.
The thief stopped moving her hands back towards the feet and shook her head. She thought she heard Millie saying she would give up her jewelry. That set off a lot of excitement in her body because she broke Millie rather quickly. It was a bit disappointing that she gave up the valuables before her feet were viciously tickled, but victory was victory. “What did you say? You are going to give me your jewels?” she asked.
Millie realized what she had just done and now she grew very nervous. She didn’t own jewelry and once this intruder found out she had lied, she might suffer even worse. She started to cry because she knew her poor feet were doomed. “Please…don’t tickle me. I don’t want my feet tickled.” she cried.
“You are giving me your jewels, so you will be ok. So, where are they?” the thief asked. She got up off of Millie and went near her head. She could hear the poor woman crying and knew she was destroyed. Her victims usually got emotional, giving up their valuables because most of the time, there was sentimental value in them. She leaned closer to Millie and grinned under her mask. “Come on, tell me.” she whispered.
Millie closed her eyes and really started to get emotional. This was the moment she had to tell the truth. Because if the intruder went to go look for stuff and it was gone, she was really going to get tormented. Then her brain thought of the jewelry she did have in a sense. The earrings she owned. She only owned those and nothing else. She figured she might as well give it a shot. “My earrings. They are in my bedroom on top of the drawer. They are yours….” she mumbled.
“Good!!! You see, Millie, that’s all you had to do. You could have avoided all that torture if you just told me this in the beginning. I understand though. Diamond or pearl earrings can be valuable and have meaning. But you are doing the right thing. I will be right back.” The thief said, then went towards the bedroom area.
Millie felt ashamed that she allowed herself to lie and get into deeper trouble. Then her brain started to think this might have been the best thing she had done. The intruder was gone, and this might be her only chance to make an escape. She knew she had to move quickly, or she was doomed. Her body ached and she was exhausted, but her adrenaline flowed, and she managed to move her legs over to the edge of the couch and slip them off the furniture. She felt her feet touch the hardwood floor and she moved her legs off as well. She felt her knees touching the floor and she had hope. She then managed to get herself into a standing position, even with her body tied up. She looked around the room and knew it was going to be only moments before the intruder returned. She felt off balance and now that she was upright, she felt light-headed. She was screaming a lot and writhing so much, the blood went to her head and now it was draining from there. She slowly turned her body around, so now she was facing her front door. She had no idea how she would open the door with her arms tied behind her back, and her ankles and knees were still tied together. She didn’t care. She had to somehow try this.
The thief looked at the drawer and saw that there were some earrings, but they were very cheap looking and made of brass. She went through a few of the drawers and couldn’t find anything. She wondered if Millie had a secret hiding location and tried to distract her by revealing the location of the cheap ones. That made her a little angry and now she was going to tickle those feet silly. She started to walk back to the living room and when she got there, she was stunned! She saw Millie standing up and hopping towards her front door. She was a little impressed that somehow, she got into an upright position, but she could not let her escape. “WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?” she yelled.
Millie’s heart froze when she heard those words and knew she had been caught. She was close to the front door, and now the intruder had returned. Fear gripped her body, and she tried to hop to the door faster. She got closer when suddenly, the masked figure appeared in front of her and cut off her path to the door. She couldn’t see the face, but had a feeling it was a face of anger. “No!! No! Please!!! Let me go!!!” she yelled into her gag.
“You are BAD!!!!! Millie, all I found were these cheap earrings!!! WHERE ARE THE REAL EARRINGS?” the thief screamed. She could see the panicked look on Millie’s face and now wondered if this woman lied to her. That would really make her angry and she would definitely take it out on Millie.
Millie felt her face go flush because she was about to get caught in her lie. She thought of an excuse and prayed it worked. “You said my jewelry. That is the only jewelry I have. I keep telling you I don’t have any expensive jewelry!” she responded. Her heart was beating a million miles a second and prayed she wouldn’t suffer.
The thief thought about her words and figured technically Millie was right. They were cheap but those earrings were the jewelry. She remembered Millie saying she was a schoolteacher and now she wondered if this woman was trying to outsmart her. She always hated it when someone tried to make her look foolish and now it was time to make her pay. “You are going to regret that.” she said.
Millie watched in horror when the intruder dipped her shoulder and planted it into her midsection. She still felt embarrassed that her chest was still exposed, and she felt herself getting lifted up onto this person’s shoulder. For a smaller person, they were quite strong to lift her up. She wasn’t heavy at all, but the intruder was short. Now she wondered if it was a small man under that hood. She squealed when she felt herself being carried back to the couch and wondered what was about to happen to her. She then fell onto the couch and was roughly rolled onto her stomach. It didn’t take long for the intruder to sit on her knees again and now she was in the same position she was in before. “HELP ME!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!” she screamed into her gag.
“No one is coming to help you! Now, since you decide to try and make me look stupid, I am going to really make you pay for that. Give me these feet!” the thief growled as she wanted to really tickle the feet. She didn’t want to start teasing them through the stockings. She wanted to get to the barefeet right now and really make her suffer. She used her thumb and index finger to grab the stocking and peel it from the heel. Once she did that, she used her other hand to start tearing the material. She heard a tearing sound, and a rush of excitement filled her body.
Millie panicked when she felt that touch on her feel and her stocking got pulled away. She started to writhe violently again because she heard that tearing which meant only one thing. Her bare feet were going to be exposed. There would be no way she could handle a tickle attack on her feet, especially on the skin. “NO!!! PLEASE DON’T!!! NOT MY FEET!!! MERCY!!!MERCY!!” she screamed.
“No mercy for you, bitch.” the thief simply replied. She tore a nice hole open and could see the foot skin. She saw the pale skin and felt a tingle in her body. She loved the sight of a woman’s feet and so far, Millie’s looked nice. She continued to tear open the stocking and more of the sole appeared. She could see the defined arch and saw little wrinkles in them. Then she saw the ball of the foot and the base of the toes. She could see them starting to curl, but she would soon have them. She finally tore the stocking off the toes and now, the foot was exposed. She loved how well shaped it looked. The toes were medium length and a little chunky. She liked what she saw, and now it was time to expose the right foot.
Millie felt the stocking material come off her foot and she felt incredible fear. Her foot was exposed and knowing how ticklish she was, she was in a panic. She felt the other stocking getting worked on and now she froze. Her body felt paralyzed from fear because both feet were going to be exposed and tortured. She had no idea what she was going to do next. She was going to suffer and there was nothing she could do about it. “Please…don’t tickle my feet. I tried to tell you I don’t have jewelry!” she whined into her gag.
“Too bad. You should have told me where the real jewelry is. Now, I bet your feet will encourage you to tell me. Besides, you have some really nice feet. They look soft. I guess I will find out.” the thief said as she tore open the right stocking. Now, both feet were exposed, and she saw them trembling. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She thought about how ticklish Millie was on her stomach, ribs, sides and hip pockets. She thought about how sensitive her naked breasts were. She thought about how a simple touch on the bottoms of the feet drove this victim insane. It was time to really torture her after trying to trick her about the earrings and trying to escape. She figured this moment should make Millie rue the day she ever tried to be smart with her. She took the tip of her right index finger and did a very slow stroke from the base of the toes on the left foot, then across the ball of the foot, through the arch and off the heel. She was rewarded with a very beautiful sound. Agonizing ticklish laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAAHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOT MY FEEEEEEETTTTT!!!!!” Millie screamed into her gag when she felt that single stroke on the bottom of her foot. The sheer intensity was overwhelming, and she flopped around on the couch. That was just a single stroke, and she was already in a state of panic. Her feet were always hyper ticklish, now it was even worse. She felt tremendous fear and wished she could get herself free. She knew there was no way she was going to survive a full tickle attack on the soles of her feet.
The thief was very delighted with that response. She simply did one stroke with her finger and her victim absolutely lost it. Hyper ticklish feet were something she rarely encountered and she wanted to savor this moment. All her victims had ticklish feet, but this particular one seemed to be on a much different level. She did another stroke, this time down the bottom of the right foot and once again heard that hysterical screaming. The foot was shaking and wiggling as though it was trying to lose that feeling. Her eyes became big when she stroked her finger softly again and again. She would stroke the left foot. Then she stroked the right foot. Each time seemed to send poor Millie into absolute hysteria and she was highly amused. “Hey Millie, last chance. You better reveal the real location of your valuables, or your life is going to be really miserable.” she threatened.
Millie heard that threat and she panicked. This intruder was going to go after her feet and those strokes alone already made her want to surrender. She felt extremely nervous, and she didn’t know what to do. “No!!! Please don’t do this!! Please!! I am begging you! I won’t survive!” she whined as she started to lose hope.
“Well…then I guess we have no choice, do we?” the thief asked, then wiggled her fingers in the air. She wanted to do a soft attack first, then would use more aggressive tickling soon after. It was time to smash Millie’s state of mind, once and for all. She then started to flutter her fingertips up and down the bottoms of the feet. Her fingers touched all down the length of both soles and she immediately felt those precious feet tensing up. Then she heard a very explosive laughter, and she felt really good within her soul.
Millie exploded into laughter she never felt before. It was a deep laugh. It was the kind of laugh that happened when the sensations were so intense, it came from the very depths of her soul. She screamed, she cried, she laughed, she suffered. Those light touches sent incredible and very intense shockwaves throughout her entire body. She had no idea how she was even coherent at the moment. The only thing she could feel were those fingers touching her feet up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Her eyes were shut tight and she just laughed. She laughed like she never did before. This was the longest time her feet were ever tickled in her entire life, and she suffered.
“Hahaha Poor Millie! She has such ticklish feet! I bet you wish you told me the truth, don’t you? I bet these feet of yours never felt something like this before. Maybe I should kidnap you. Maybe I should take you back home and just have your feet sticking out of a wall or something. That way I could just sit there and read a book as I tickle the bottoms of these very tender feet! You should be proud of yourself. You have some really soft feet. Hahaha You don’t go around barefoot too often, do you? Hehe” the thief taunted as her fingers continued their fluttering pattern. She watched as her fingers played with the balls of the feet and then moved to the arches. She loved watching them wiggle around and even curl up, forcing wrinkles in the skin to appear. She thought this was only the beginning. She could do this for a very long time. She still couldn’t believe she came across a victim with feet being this ticklish before. “Ah, that makes sense. Your feet are so damn ticklish, walking on the earth would probably tickle you. Hehehe” she teased.
Millie felt those fingers still fluttering on her feet and she still did not know what else to do. She couldn’t even form words to beg for mercy. She felt incredible strain in her limbs as she was so desperate to get free. She was totally overwhelmed, and her body was in distress. She stopped thrashing as she felt herself becoming very limp. Her body was quitting on her and the tickling just continued. She felt herself getting lightheaded because the tickling forced her to spend so much energy, she used up her strength. Her laughter started to go into silent laughter, and she closed her eyes.
The thief could tell Millie was once again slipping into silent laughter and felt the legs beneath her no longer moving around. She formed a smile on her hidden face because it meant that Millie was broken. She decided that she needed Millie to be conscious, so she could attack her more aggressively. She stopped her tickling and waited a moment. She had to wait until Millie showed some kind of coherence before she went after her again. “Breathe. Breathe.” she said calmly.
Millie was so close to passing out, but since the fingers were no longer touching her, she remained conscious. Her mind was racing, and she could feel herself starting to sweat a lot more. She put a lot of physical strain on her body, and she was done. She truly wished she had jewelry to steal. She wished she could just hand it over, so she would no longer suffer. She was willing to do anything at this point to avoid having her feet tickled. Her lungs were desperately trying to get air into them, and she felt the inside of her mouth was very dry. She started to groan and out of sheer desperation, she begged. She begged for her life. “Please stop…..I can’t…..I can’t…..please stop……I will do anything….. No more…..” she wheezed into her gag.
“hehehehe Hehehehehehe HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE” the thief laughed as she heard that desperate whining. She knew the victim was done for. Now, she could send her into further hell. She heard her say she would be willing to do anything and that gave her an idea. She thought about the idea and felt her own nipples starting to swell. She even felt another tingle between her legs. She knew this would be the ultimate humiliation and there would be no recovery for poor Millie. She thought about her time with Becky at Donna’s house. She managed to tickle her naked ass and was even going to play with her pussy. However, Donna gave up the jewels, so she couldn’t touch and tickle Becky in her most private area. Now, she had a chance to play with a new victim. She wondered what Millie looked like between her legs, and this was the perfect opportunity to find out. “You are willing to do anything, huh? You better be careful what you wish for.” she told her.
“Anything…..anything….please don’t tickle my feet…..it’s too….much. Please stop tickling my feet….” Millie wheezed into her gag. She could feel her body calming down a little as she was catching her breath. She was very desperate and knew another round of foot tickling would be the end of her.
“Ok, you said anything. So, how about this? I will pull down your trousers and take a look at your ass. Hehehe Can I do that?” the thief asked with a giggle. She wanted to see just how desperate Millie was. If she refused, then she would simply go back and tickle her feet. If she agreed to it, it meant the feet were so ticklish, she was willing to humiliate herself just to avoid being tickled. She wondered what Millie would choose.
Millie nearly shrieked in hysteria when she heard that option. This intruder was going to expose her very private areas. She did not want her rear end exposed to this woman. It was bad enough her breasts were exposed, but now her rear end? She hated that thought and started to cry. She felt nervous as well because her feet could be tickled again if she refused. She was between a rock and a hard place. If she refused, then her feet would surely be tickled. If she agreed, the humiliation alone would destroy her. “I-I don’t know….” she whimpered.
“I guess feet tickling it is! I am really going to enjoy this….” the thief declared, then got her fingers ready to tickle those helpless soles. She moved her fingers close to the skin and could see the feet already wriggling away.
“NOOOOO MY ASS!!!! LOOK AT MY ASS!!!!!” Millie screamed. She could feel those fingers near her feet, and she did not want them to be touched. Showing her ass would be embarrassing, but at least her feet would not be touched. She was also in her panic-stricken mind also remembered that her breasts were exposed to this person, so might as well endure the butt being shown.
“hahahaha wow!!! Your feet are your absolute weakness! Ok, your ass it is. I got plans for it….” the thief said. She then thought about her plan and knew what she was going to do would surely humiliate poor Millie. She got off the legs and went to the end of the couch. She reached down and grabbed the ankles and pulled them towards her. The feet came up into the air and she dragged Millie’s body across the couch. She then used her strength and managed to pull Millie’s legs past the armrest and placed the feet near the floor. Millie’s head was still on the couch as well as the top part of her chest, but the ass and groin area rested on the armrest. She saw the butt sticking up in the air and she clapped her hands. She then reached under Millie’s waist and started to unbutton her trousers. Once it came undone, she started to pull the pants down off the hips and down the legs, exposing Millie’s underwear. She pulled the pants down to the knees and looked at the sight before her. The shape of the ass was nice looking. It wasn’t very large and was not flabby at all. “Nice ass. Hehehe” she quipped.
Millie felt herself being dragged on the couch and then felt her legs going up and then over the armrest. She could feel her toes touching the floor and now her head was pressed onto the couch. She knew her butt was in the air as her waist and hips rested on the armrest of the couch. She felt red with shame once her pants were pulled down, and her underwear was exposed. She started to whimper in her gag because she felt so embarrassed. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked.
“You’ll see. Hehehe” the thief responded. She then reached her hands forward and gripped the hem of the underwear. With a quick pull, she managed to pull the underwear off the ass and down the legs to the knees. Now, Millie’s naked rear end was exposed, and she could even see some of the vagina. She was impressed and felt another wave of lust throughout her body. She saw the skin of the ass and it was very pale. That delighted her because Millie probably never showed her ass, not even to herself until she probably bathed. Now, it was all hers to play with. She placed her hand on the right ass cheek and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Oh yes, you have a wonderful ass. A very nice ass. Mmmmmmm” she said as she continued to squeeze it.
Millie could not believe this was happening to her. She was now completely humiliated. Her naked rear end was exposed and now getting touched by another person. She could not believe this intruder exposed her like that and was touching her. She didn’t know how to feel. She allowed this to happen just to avoid having her feet tickled. She was so scared of having her feet tickle tortured that she was willing to have this person touch her intimate places. Her breasts were groped, and now her ass. She wished she could crawl into a hole and just stay there. She felt another squeeze and she let out a squeal. This was the most embarrassing moment of her entire life.
The thief loved squeezing the ass cheeks. They felt really soft on her hand, and she loved the reaction. She knew poor Millie had to hate this, and that made her love it even more. She could sometimes see the feet lift off the floor with a hard squeeze and she still craved them. But now it was time to have some fun with Millie. She then faced the ass, put her legs in a slightly spread apart fashion and then she lifted her right hand and then slammed it down on the right ass cheek. She heard that smack and loved the cute little yelp that Millie gave. She then smacked the left ass cheek, then back to the right. She wanted to spank this woman and punish her for defying her and even lying to her. This spanking should embarrass her victim even more. “You are such a BAD BAD GIRL! Hehehehe” she joked.
Millie couldn’t believe she was now getting spanked by this intruder. She felt the stinging slap on each butt cheek, and she yelped in pain. Her face turned bright red from shame because this is what happened to naughty children. Now, she was getting spanked, and she was completely helpless. She closed her eyes and with each smack, she yelped. “OW!!...OW!......OW!!!” she squealed.
“BAD BAD BAD MILLIE!!!” the thief continued to taunt as she spanked those pale ass cheeks. The sound alone gave her a thrill with each smack. She could see the skin starting to turn a flush pink and knew it was also getting to be very sensitive. She paused the spanking, so she could scold Millie once again. “This is what happens to naughty girls like you! You have been very bad. Now, where is your real jewelry?” she asked.
Millie once again let tears fall from her eyes because this intruder did not stop asking her about the jewelry. No matter how many times she told the intruder she didn’t have any, they didn’t believe her. She realized because they did not believe her, she was going to keep getting tortured. It was possible she could get tortured the entire night. That broke her heart because there was no escape from the hell she was in. She felt her rear end stinging from the spanking and she couldn’t stop whimpering in her gag. This was surely the most miserable night in her entire life. “I don’t have any….please….you have to believe me…..I would have told you already….” she whimpered.
The thief heard that whimper and she thought for a moment. There was something Millie said that rang true. She had tickled this woman all over. She had exposed her breasts and played with them. She tickled those hyper ticklish feet. Yet, this woman still did not reveal the location of the jewelry. When she went into the bedroom, all she found were those cheap brass earrings and nothing else. She had even gone through some of the drawers and there was nothing. She wondered if in fact there was no expensive jewelry in this house. It was quite possible that she was torturing Millie but would not get anything in the end. Because someone this ticklish as Millie surely would have given up the location by now, especially after the brief foot tickling. “Hehehe I think you are still lying. I have one more way to find out for sure.” she threatened.
“Please….no more….I swear….I don’t have any hehehehehe jewelry!” Millie responded, then started to giggle. She realized that fingers were lightly stroking her sore butt cheeks, and it tickled! She never knew her butt was ticklish and now the sensations were tearing through her. She started to wiggle her butt in the air as a new wave of humiliation washed over her. She felt the fingers making circles on each cheek and she clenched them together. This feeling was driving her insane and she knew her suffering wasn’t over yet.
The thief enjoyed herself as she tickled the ass in front of her. She could feel the feet sometimes lifting up between her legs and she started to run her fingertips faster all over the ass. Her fingers tickled the area where the ass met the back of the legs, right along the crease. That really sent Millie into a fit of giggles and saw how her body was shaking. She then tickled right in the middle of the cheeks and heard the cutest squeal coming from her victim. Her fingers then traveled to the tailbone and when she slid it down the crack a little, she heard a delightful, muffled scream. “Hehehe Your cute ass is so ticklish. I hope this is driving you insane! Hehehehe better tell me where that jewelry is….” she demanded.
Millie felt the fingers tickling the crack of her ass and she had no idea that that area was very sensitive. She slammed her butt cheeks together, but the finger still tickled that crack. She prayed that no one would ever discover how ticklish her ass was after this moment. This was such an embarrassing moment, and she wished she could just reveal everything. Her heart was breaking because there was no end to this torture it seemed. This intruder had no heart. They kept torturing her no matter what. The finger kept traveling down her crack and then her eyes popped wide open when she felt the fingers touching something. It took a moment for her to recognize what happened, but something just touched her most private spot! “Noooooo!!! Noooooo!!! Don’t touch me there!” she begged.
The thief felt herself shuddering with lust when she moved her finger down the ass and then lightly grazed those pussy lips she could see. That reaction from Millie made her swoon. She licked her lips inside her hooded mask and lightly stroked that area once again. The way Millie’s hips moved really turned her on. This was going to be new territory for her. She had heard about tickling a woman’s pussy for pleasure from some friends of hers, but she never did it during her robbery moments. She was always curious about it and wondered if this was the perfect time to experiment with it. She let her fingers slide and flutter along those pussy lips and could hear that delightful squealing from her victim. It also turned her on and she wondered if she could turn tortured Millie on sexually. “Ooooh! This is a tender spot. Do you like this?” she said softly.
Millie felt those fingers moving up and down her slit and she lost it. It tickled her, but it also sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. This was spirit crushing for her. This intruder was now touching her most private and intimate spot. It seemed so surreal. She was tickled over her body, but now her personal spots were being played with in this manner. What surprised her even more was that it felt different than the normal tickle torture she had been receiving. Like her nipples being played with, this touch on her womanhood sent waves of sexual pleasure in her body. It was stunning that she could feel any kind of arousal while her body was tickled, and her brain was overwhelmed. The fingers softly went inside the lips a bit and she felt herself getting wet. Millie had no idea this was even possible. Her body was spent and now she felt that tender touch. “What….what are you doing….to me? Why are you……ooooh…touching me there?” she whimpered into her gag.
The thief heard that soft moan and she smiled. Her own body was on fire now and she wished she could strip herself naked and have some sexual pleasure. However, that would expose her body, and someone could potentially identify her. She could not risk it, even though at the moment she wanted to place her tongue on that delicious looking opening between Millie’s legs. That was the other reason why she never sexually pleasured her victims before. Because she absolutely loved having lesbian affairs, but that was in the right kind of setting. She felt bold at the moment and wondered if she could still make Millie orgasm without her using her tongue. She wondered if after all the brutal tickle torture of a victim, could she still make them cum their brains out. If she could, then she had a new weapon in her arsenal and if a victim refused to divulge the location of their valuables, then she could sexually humiliate them as well. She could feel Millie getting wet and that really turned her on. “Hehehe I think you like this. I think you like my finger. Why Miss Millie, you must want me to have my way with your pussy. I bet you want me to make you cum.” she teased.
Millie felt that finger now slipping and sliding along her womanhood and knew she was getting very wet. She still had no idea how she could even be aroused at this moment, but it must be because her body was so exhausted from the tickling, and every single nerve was on fire, that this kind of touch was very welcome. She also thought about the fact that this intruder was taking advantage of her body and was in complete control. Even though her mind wanted this to stop, her body increasingly loved it. It was such a better feeling than when her poor feet were tickled. She felt herself melting in lust and despite her mind begging to be freed, her body soon took over and accepted that finger touching her. Now, she understood just how desperate her body had become. “No….don’t do this…..oooh…..mmmmm….to me……” she cooed.
“Hehehe Millie likes my finger! I bet this feels really good, right?” the thief said with a smile. She moved her finger towards the clit and started to circle around it and play with it. She felt the legs tightening and then opening as much as they could. She could tell that Millie’s pussy must have been hungry for this touch. She remembered past lovers would adore this touch from her and it appeared Millie would be no different. It also let her know that somewhere in Millie’s past or fantasies, she enjoyed the touch of her most intimate area. This was no virgin she was touching. This woman had a sexual fire buried deep within her. Now it was time to pull it out of her.
Millie felt the touching on her love button, and she swooned. Her sexual mind now took over and just wanted to enjoy the moment. This was far better than the tickle torture she received. The touch was very tender and gentle. The sensations made her curl her own toes because it just felt good. Her body was so very responsive, so any touch anywhere was going to be amplified. This included her sexual regions and now the lust took over. She wondered if this was a man, or if this was a woman touching her. Her mind stayed on a woman because of those dainty hands and the small stature and the fantasy of a woman having her way with her made her body even more aroused. She started to mewl in pleasure when the clit was continually played with. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to this sensual touch.
The thief could feel Millie’s hips grinding and heard those soft sensual sounds coming from her victim. She appeared to be in full sexual heat and that got her own mind really churning. She continued to play with the clit and wondered if the orgasm was coming soon. There was something else she enjoyed whenever she made a woman have an orgasm, and even men. She got excited thinking about how the orgasm will affect Millie’s body afterwards. If this woman somehow still did not divulge the whereabouts of the jewelry, then she had to be telling the truth. “That’s right Millie, you can let yourself go. Come on, you can cum for me. Let it all out….” she said in a very soft and sensual voice.
Millie had no idea what she was going to do. She really did not want this person to play with her body like this, but it felt incredibly good. She started to feel that sexual pleasure increasing, and her will to fight it started to succumb to the pleasure. She closed her eyes and felt that wonderful sensation flowing through her body. It had been years since she had sexual contact with another person. She would masturbate a few times, but this felt so good at the moment. She felt ashamed that she was grinding her hips as though she was an animal in heat. She let out sexual moans and felt her nipples throbbing. Hearing that intruder tell her to have an orgasm really pushed her and she started to feel that buildup. “Mmmmmm…..mmmmmmmm……oh no……mmmmmm….. feels good…..feels so good…..” she moaned.
The thief smiled under her mask as she heard those moans of pleasure. Her excitement of making another woman cum against her will was very erotic to her. She looked at Millie’s hips grinding away and even this cute, reserved schoolteacher was a sexual animal behind closed doors. Her thumb started to apply more pressure against the clit, and she could even hear some slopping noises, which let her know Millie’s pussy was drenched with liquid lust. “Come on…..be a good girl. You can let yourself go. Give it to me. Give me that orgasm. GIVE IT TO ME!” she said, trying to force an orgasm out of this helpless woman.
Millie heard those words and now the wave of an orgasm started to crest. She couldn’t hold herself back, and then it happened. She felt that very strong orgasm come out of her and her body trembled and she still kept grinding her hips as the waves of pleasure dominated her body. “OOOOOOHHHHHHH MMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she moaned loudly.
The thief slowly took her hand off the saturated pussy and looked at her hand. It was drenched with Millie’s juices, and she wanted to taste it. Millie was leaning face down into the couch, so she lifted the hooded mask a little, and exposed her mouth. She then licked her fingers and sucked them. She was pleased with the taste and felt incredibly horny herself. She then lowered her mask, and her body did a quick shiver. “Mmmm….you taste good too.” she said softly.
Millie started to enjoy that warm glow, washing over her body. She was so tense, and that orgasm made her feel so much better. She kept mewling into her gag as her body was recovering from that very powerful orgasm. Then she felt ashamed when she heard those words. Whoever that intruder was, they tasted her own special juices. She felt like some kind of common *****, who just satisfied a customer. She still could not believe her body reacted that way and she started to whine softly. “Let me go…..please let me go….”
The thief listened to poor Millie, and she still wanted to play with her. She still did not get the jewelry, and she knew from her own personal experience that the body would be much more sensitive after an orgasm. She looked down at Millie’s bare feet and knew that if she tickled them now, Millie would probably sell her very soul for it to stop, along with revealing the truth about her valuables. She then stooped down, grabbed the ankles and then pulled them up into the air. With Millie’s ass still vulnerable, she bent the knees and now the heels of the feet were resting on the ass. She got herself into a position where her own chest rested against the upturned shins. The tops of the feet were now visible to her, and she reached her hands forward, then curled her hands back, so she could tickle those hyper ticklish feet. It was time to finish this woman off. “Millie…..where is your jewelry?” she asked in a teasing voice.
Millie couldn’t believe her ears. After all the torture she went through, after all the sexual teasing which resulted in her having a forced orgasm, this intruder still wanted to ask her about the jewelry. She just couldn’t do it anymore. This person broke her. There was no end in sight for her torture and that made her get very emotional. “No more…sob no more…,,I don’t have jewelry! sob I swear! I swear on my life! Please…no more!” she sobbed.
The thief heard that desperate cry and could hear the emotion in her voice. She wanted to make sure Millie was telling the truth. She was going to find out for sure once her fingers tickled destroyed these feet. She then started to rake her fingers up and down the soles in a rapid fashion and she felt the tops of the feet hit her in the face. She laughed, but she kept her fingers moving. “Tell the truth! Tell me or we do this all night!” she demanded.
Millie felt those fingers touching her feet and there weren’t any words she could use to describe what she felt. Her body was on another level of sensitivity and those fingers on the bottoms of her hyper ticklish feet broke her. She screamed into her gag, cried and laughed all at the same time. There was nothing else she could do. This was her fate. She felt as though she would die at the hands of this intruder tickling her feet. She then quickly went into silent laughter and suffered. Her eyes were shut tight and every single nerve in her body was on fire.
The thief heard that screaming and she shivered. She never had a victim scream like that before. It sounded as though Millie was wounded animal making its death noise. She loved how soft the feet felt and loved the reaction. The feet stopped moving, which made it easier for her fingers to slide up and down those tender soles. She loved it when her fingers went into the arches and then headed towards the toes. She noticed not even the toes were wiggling. It appeared that Millie’s body gave up. There was no fight left in her, and she decided to finish this. She put her fingers in the toes and felt the body convulsing. That really made her happy because this was the first victim she truly destroyed. In her mind, she started to realize that Millie may have been telling the truth. Perhaps she really did not have any jewelry. There was no way someone this ticklish, and forced to orgasm could possibly keep holding out. Her fingers played with the crevices between the toes and there was just silent laughter. She liked the toes of Millie. She saw the natural nails and how soft the skin was. She figured she would give it a few more moments, then checked one last time to see if Millie would reveal anything.
Millie mind was somewhere else. The tickling of her very sensitive toes pushed her over the edge and her body quit. She couldn’t even move her body anymore. The only thing that was happening to her body was the tickling sensations. She even wished she was forced to orgasm a few times. That was at least pleasure for her. The tickling of her feet right now was the most horrible thing that could happen to her at this moment. The way the fingers went through her toes did so much psychological damage to her because there was no end in sight. Just pure torture. The only thing she prayed for was to lose consciousness and just feel nothing anymore.
The thief knew Millie was going to pass out and she released her fingers from those feet. She felt a rush of adrenaline because she knew poor Millie was done for. Now, it was time to check Millie one last time. If this woman still claimed she had no jewelry, then she would believe her. No woman this ticklish could survive everything she done to her. She got up off the shins and made her way over to where Millie’s head was. She could see how red the skin was, and how sweaty her short blond hair was. She could still see her mouth open with the gag still inside and heard those whimpering sounds of a crushed woman. She ran her fingers through the sweaty hair to try and soothe her. She needed her to come back to some form of consciousness before asking her the question.
Millie started to come back to reality as her feet fell back to the floor. Her naked ass and pussy were still exposed, but she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was that her feet were no longer being touched. She felt air coming back into her body, and her mind was still in turmoil. She could feel those fingers running through her sweaty hair and she just wanted to cry. She prayed that this intruder would leave her alone. Her body was done for, and she had no more fight in her. She would literally do whatever this person wanted. Even sexual favors if it came down to it, whether it was a man or a woman that tortured her. “No more…..no more….no more….” she wheezed before breaking out into heavy sobs.
The thief smiled when she heard those words, and then the heavy crying. Millie was broken. Her spirit was crushed, and she was a complete mess. She felt proud that she managed to get a woman all the way to this breaking point. Other victims were broken, but none of them went this far. She then leaned her head close to Millie’s left ear and spoke. “Where is your jewelry?” she simply asked.
Millie shuddered when she heard that voice so close to her ear. She cried harder when she was asked that question because it always led to her being tickled again. She had no idea how she could even survive anymore. This person had pushed her beyond all limits, and she just cried. This went on for an eternity and she wanted to be free. “SOB I don’t have SOB any jewelry. I swear…..I swear. SOB leave me alone….please leave me alone. SOB I can’t do this SOB anymore….” she cried.
The thief nodded her head and realized that Millie had to be telling the truth at this point. There was simply no way Millie could hold out after this point. She wanted to double check, but knew Millie had to be telling the truth. “Would you do sexual favors to get me to stop?” she asked.
Millie felt incredibly ashamed, but she did not care anymore. It would have been horrible, but she did not want to be tickled anymore. “Yes….Yes I would SOB Please don’t tickle me anymore SOB. I will do anything you want….” she cried.
The thief nodded her head again and confirmed that Millie had to be telling the truth. This reserved schoolteacher was willing to engage in sex to avoid being tickled. There would be no way she would save her jewelry. “Ok, I guess you do not. But you have to have SOMETHING! Do you have any money?” she asked.
Millie felt some kind of mental relief that the intruder finally believed her about the jewelry. That was the best news ever, but she still prayed she wouldn’t be tickled. Then she heard the question about money. She did have some money and at this point, she didn’t care if it was taken. “Yes….I do have money. It is SOB in my drawer in the SOB top right part. Take it! Please no more tickling.” she admitted.
The thief chuckled when she heard that response. Millie was very happy to give her money away. It also confirmed that were wasn’t any valuable jewelry in this home. She stood up and walked back into the bedroom. She found the drawer and opened the top right drawer. She looked earlier through this same drawer looking for jewelry, but now she saw the cash that was there. It totaled $20, which was quite a significant amount. She took the cash out and then placed it in her pocket. She felt like she managed to get some success as well as discovering that she could force a woman to cum her brains out while tickle torturing her. She went back into the living room and saw that naked ass still up in the air. That made her feel good and she looked at the saturated pussy. That was such a memorable moment for her. She also looked at those bare feet and would always remember them. The thief walked over and started to untie the wrists and loosened the ropes around the knees and ankles. Milie was too exhausted to do anything else at this point. Once she got the ropes loosened, she took them off and put them back into her satchel. Millie was still draped over the armrest and wasn’t even moving. She heard the cries and that was her moment to leave. She leaned down one last time and patted Millie’s head. “Thank you for the cash. Hehehe You were so much fun. I hope you remember this night always. You never know, I might return and play with you again.” she whispered then went back into the bedroom so she could leave out the window.
Millie heard those words, and she cried harder. This woman stole her cash, tied her up, tickled her, and even sexually dominated her. She was so exhausted that even with her being untied, she stayed in the same position on the couch. She just wanted to lie down here and absorb everything that just happened to her. This was the worst moment of her life and knew she would never be the same again!
THE FOLLOWING DAY
Darby was looking over some paperwork at her desk, when she heard a knock on her door. She looked up and saw a fellow deputy standing there. She motioned for Deputy George to come in, and she smiled. “Hey George, you wanted something?” she asked.
“Yeah, I just came by to come get you. Sheriff Dickerson wanted us to come with him down to the main town hall. I guess the mayor wants to see us.” Deputy George told her.
“A meeting with the mayor? I wonder what this is about. I hope it is nothing bad.” Darby said, then leaned back in her chair. She had been to the mayor’s office a few times, but that was pre-arranged. This meeting was out of the blue and now she grew concerned. “I guess we will see, right?” she said, then stood up.
“I guess so. The Sheriff wanted me, you and Becky to come along. Speaking of which, where is Becky?” George asked. He always appreciated Becky’s efforts, and she was like a baby sister to him. He helped with her training and really hoped she could be a deputy someday. That was all she ever talked about.
“Oh, she is out back, working on her skills. She wanted to get some extra practice today. She has been determined to get better. Especially after what happened at the Prescott house.” Darby told him. She knew Becky was feeling hurt over Donna’s efforts to have her fired and she felt proud that her apprentice wanted to keep working hard and get better at her job. She told Becky to channel that sadness into something positive and become even better at what she did.
“That is good to hear. Poor Becky, she had to spend time with that angry woman, and then get attacked by that thief? I can’t even imagine the pain she feels. You know she tries so hard to do well and Donna Prescott is not the easiest woman to deal with.” George said. He really didn’t like Donna because all the woman ever did was complain to everyone.
“Yeah, I know. Hey George, I know you took some of the reports by women talking about someone breaking in, tying them up and then forcing them to give up their jewelry. Have you noticed any patterns? It is happening too much, and we could have a problem on our hands.” Darby asked. She was still bothered that there was a long list of women who seemed to all suffer the same fate. She also had a feeling that each of them suffered the same kind of torture. The kind of torture she experienced many times in recent years.
“Not that I could see. The only pattern I know of is that each of the women were home alone, tied up and then forced to give up the jewels. I wish I knew how they were forced. None of them seemed to be physically harmed. No marks, nothing. But they seemed really shaken.” George said, wondering what could have made the women give up their valuables. He wondered if the thief had a gun or knife, which would definitely frighten someone into giving up their jewelry.
“I don’t know. It is interesting….” Darby mused trying to pretend she didn’t know. The last thing she wanted to do was tell George what happened because the women would be ridiculed. It was why she never told any of them what happened to her whenever she was captured and tortured. It would be too embarrassing. “Ok, well, let’s go meet up with the Sheriff and head on over. I will go get Becky.” she told him.
Donna Prescott was walking to the local market to get some vegetables for her to make a meal. She was still frustrated that the precious jewel had been stolen from her home and her parents were still away. They were going to be really upset when they returned. She thought about Becky and her failure to protect her. She constantly thought about that night. The way Becky and her were tied up. The way that they came in and tortured Becky. The way the deputy’s apprentice was screaming her head off as her body was tickled. She kept thinking that it could have been her and that would have been the most humiliating moment in her entire life. The thief did approach her to tickle her, and she could not allow that. Even though she was the one who surrendered the jewel, she blamed Becky for not protecting her. She looked at the vegetables and wondered what she would buy. She looked over and noticed a smaller woman standing near her. She had short blond hair and looked familiar. Then it dawned on her. It was Millie Pastori, and she was surprised to see her. It was getting close to noon, and she should have been teaching. The main school year was over, but she did give additional lessons for some of the younger kids when the parents worked in the fields. Donna approached her and noticed she seemed very quiet and sullen. She wondered what was wrong with her because she usually had a sunny disposition like some of the other teachers. “Is that you, Millie?” she asked.
Millie looked up and saw Donna Prescott approaching. She felt terrible and wished no one would speak to her. The experience of the previous night still weighed on her mind, and she was a mess mentally, emotionally and physically. The thief came into her home and tortured her beyond anything she could have imagined. When she finally got herself up off the couch, she crawled her way to her bedroom. Her pants were still down by her knees and her feet touched the cold floor. She made it to her bed and crawled and went to sleep. She slept all throughout the night in a deep slumber because her body was overwhelmed. She woke up around 9am and realized she had missed class. She wanted to avoid the school. A fellow teacher stopped by her home and she didn’t hear the knocking. Millie found a note indicating that the teacher watched her class and assumed she was ill. That was a good thing because she did not want to tell anyone how she was tortured. She saw Donna looking at her and she wanted to make this interaction as brief as possible. “Hi, Donna, yes, it is me.” she said in a quiet voice.
“Aren’t you supposed to be teaching the kids today? I am so surprised to see you.” Donna responded. She interacted with Millie a few times and appreciated her being a teacher of young kids. Especially during this summer when there wasn’t much pay.
“I am not feeling well, so I didn’t go in. I had a very rough night. I hope you have a good day.” Millie responded then turned away. She did not want to speak for very long. She wanted to get some fruit and then go back home and hide.
“Well, what kind of night did you have? Pardon me for saying this, but you look terrible! You look like someone that went through a lot.” Donna asked. She was curious as to why Millie looked disheveled. She was always nosy and liked knowing people’s business. She wanted to know what happened to this woman, who was usually very sweet and cordial.
Millie felt her heart sink when Donna mentioned her appearance. She could feel the sadness returning and knew she had to leave otherwise, this woman was going to learn what happened to her. “I’m sorry. I need to go.” she said softly.
“Wait! Tell me what is wrong. I mean, you look like you need a friend. I know I need one right now. After what happened to me recently.” Donna told her, remembering her encounter with the thief.
Millie’s curiosity piqued and she looked at Donna. She mentioned something happening to her and now she was curious. “What happened to you?” she asked.
“Well, I was robbed! Some person broke into my house and stole my precious family ruby! It was horrible! It was absolutely horrible!” Donna told her, feeling angry over what happened. She wanted to let people know she was wronged and then humiliate Becky as well. “I was supposed to be guarded by someone from the Sheriff’s office and they FAILED MISERABLY!!! I was tied up and everything! That evil thief threatened me, and I had to give it up. I can’t believe the crime in this town and the incompetence!” she said in a huff.
Millie heard that news and she was stunned. It appeared that not only was she attacked, but it also happened to someone else! It sounded like the same person. They were both tied up and were going to be attacked. It appeared Donna wasn’t tickled, but she gave up the jewel. “Oh my goodness! That is terrible. It happened to you too?” she asked her.
“Me too?” Donna asked quizzically. She then realized something. That could be the reason Millie seemed so distracted and sad. She might have been attacked by the same criminal! She looked at her and wondered if she was tortured just like Becky Lockhart was, and what could have happened to her. “Wait, Millie, were you attacked last night?” she asked.
Millie heard that question and swallowed. Since Donna was attacked, she might as well tell her what happened. She did want to avoid talking about torture, because that would be too embarrassing. “Well……” she began.
A train pulled up into the train station and the passengers soon disembarked. There was a lot of commotion as the passengers got their luggage and others were boarding the train. There were families, and businessmen all milling around the station. Some were asking the porters for directions; others were looking at maps. Some people were even boarding carriages to go to the nearby town. One particular passenger walked towards the carriages and had a smile on her face. She was ready for the next step in her plan. She wore a red long-sleeved blouse, with gray horse riding pants, with black boots. Her hair was done up in a stylish bun and she looked forward to visiting a town that was becoming more and more famous. This was something she wanted to try. She had a goal in mind and that was to meet the famous deputy of Plotsville, Darby Reeves. She saw a man approaching her and she handed him some money along with a ticket.
“Are you ready, Ma’am?” the man asked, then lead her to his carriage. He saw how attractive she was and took off his hat. “Where are ya headed, Miss…….?” He asked.
“Yes, I am ready. My name is Sylvia. I am headed for Plotsville. Will that be too much trouble?” Sylvia asked, as she stared at the man. She could tell he was staring at her and it always amused her to see men checking her out. She saw the carriage and smiled.
“It won’t be no problem at all, Sylvia. Really nice to meet you. Are ya headed for Plotsville on business or pleasure?” the man asked, trying to make conversation.
“Both. I have some friends there and I have to handle some business. Thank you for your kindness.” Sylvia told him, then entered the carriage. She sat comfortably in the carriage and when the carriage took off, she started to smile. She was looking forward to visiting Plotsville. She wanted to meet the target that both Thalia and Christos wanted to destroy. She wanted to study Darby and look for opportunities to kidnap her and bring her to the newly formed sex trafficking ring. She wished it was a simple assassination, but Christos and Thalia, both wanted her in their harem. Her plan was to study Darby and see how she reacted to situations. Somehow that woman defeated Thalia and the Russian bounty hunters, Helga and Svetlana. This would be her greatest challenge. “Deputy Darby, I am coming. Hehehehe” she said to herself as she headed for Plotsville.
Darby approached the Mayor’s office and felt a little nervous. She walked with the great Sheriff Dickerson, Deputy George and Becky. Once they entered into the Town Hall, they saw people milling around and doing their business. They took the stairs up to the second floor and she saw all the different decorations and decrees posted on the wall. She even saw a decree dedicated to her for some of the heroics she did in the past. She glanced at the one she received for breaking up a gun smuggling ring that sent Madam Olivia to jail. She was proud of that moment and looked back fondly. That was also the event that caused her to befriend the woman she adored, La Diabla. Soon, they arrived at the mayor’s office and waited for his secretary to let them in. “Sheriff, do you think this will be a good meeting?” she asked.
“I think so. If he was angry at us, he would come down to the station and scream. Haha” Sheriff Dickerson responded. He had no idea what the mayor wanted. He was just as curious as everyone else.
Darby saw the door open and saw the mayor, Ralph Hickenbottom. The mayor was a portly man, standing 5’9” tall and weighing 254 pounds. His belly protruded and he wore a tight shirt. His face was glistening with sweat as it was a warm day. Darby always liked talking to the mayor, but he was always looking disheveled. “Mr. mayor, nice to see you again.” she told him.
“Ah!!! Sheriff Dickerson, so good to see you! You as well Darby! You all look fantastic. Hello Deputy George and if it isn’t the apprentice, Becky Lockhart. I am surprised to see you two but thank you for coming. Come on in! I got some business to discuss.” Mayor Hickenbottom said, then waved his arms towards his office.
Becky followed everyone in, and she was in awe. This was her first visit to the mayor’s office and felt honored to even be included. She watched as the mayor sat at his desk, and Sheriff Dickerson and Darby sat right in front of it. She looked at Deputy George and they both stayed in the back of the office, almost as if they were standing guard. “This office is amazing. I can’t believe I am here.” she whispered over to George, who gave her a warm smile.
“So, I bet you two are wondering why I called you in here. Frist, before I continue, I have another guest. I am sure you both recognize her as she has done wonderful things for this town. Here is Ms. Catherine LaSalle.” Mayor Hickenbottom introduced.
A tall woman walked into the mayor’s office with a large smile on her face. Standing 5’9” tall with a slim figure, she walked towards the desk with a confident walk. Catherine LaSalle was a land developer with her husband Patton LaSalle who was currently in Louisiana developing land. She came to Plotsville to expand their family business and managed to get most of the construction projects going. She arrived in town a few weeks ago to live here and she was stunned to learn she was here months ago when the infamous outlaw Sabrina Alamain wreaked havoc on Plotsville when she tried to rob the Plotsville Bank and also the Thirsty Cowboy. She wanted to build many new homes and lots of businesses to make this town a huge attraction. She loved working with the mayor and now she was thrilled with this meeting. She was only 40 years old and already felt like she was on top of the world. “Hello everyone! I am glad we could all meet on this fine day. Nice to see you again, Sheriff. Nice to see you too, Deputy Darby.” she said with a warm smile.
Darby stood up and shook Catherine’s hand. She met her a few times and liked her. She seemed to be very friendly and helped Plotsville grow. She brought in businesses and built many new homes. In the past few months, she really made her mark on this town. She even was the one responsible for bringing in the Burlesque show and built their showroom for them. “Nice to see you again, Ms. LaSalle.” she smiled as she shook the hand.
“My goodness, Deputy! I told you to call me Cathy. We are friends, right?” Catherine said with her trademark smile.
“Ok, Cathy. Hehehe I hope everything is going well” Darby told her. She liked this woman’s spirit and wondered why she was at this meeting.
“Everything is just fine. Now, let’s get down to business, Ralph.” Cathy told the mayor as she took a seat next to his desk. Dressed in a fancy dress, she crossed her right leg over her left and was excited about this meeting. She loved meeting people and wanted to be on a first name basis with everyone.
“Thank you for joining us, Cathy. Now, the reason I wanted to bring you down here, Sheriff, is that we are planning a huge festival for the citizens of Plotsville. We want to have it next week and of course, we want to have a presence from law enforcement.” the mayor told them.
“A festival? Next week? Isn’t that kind of quick? Usually, you give us a month’s notice.” Sheriff Dickerson responded. He didn’t like short notices of things and preparing security for a large festival needed more time.
“Yes, it is fast, but why wait? I am sure you and your men….and ladies…..can be ready in time. Cathy wanted to get the festival started. Plotsville needs to have some fun!” Mayor Hickenbottom said with a huge smile. He then leaned back in his chair and rubbed his belly.
“I know it is short notice, Bob, but I have some vaudeville shows coming in and this is the best time they can arrive. They travel everywhere and agreed to perform in Plotsville. Plus, I want to have bands play. I want people dancing. I want our businesses to serve food and make it a party!” Cathy said, her voice rose with enthusiasm.
“It is very fast. But I think we can do it, right Sheriff? I mean, this town never really had a large festival like this before. I think it would be good for the town.” Darby said. She thought about the fun she had while at Phoebe’s mansion and got to see these types of shows. She also wanted the citizens to have a good time. Since the town was growing so rapidly, it would be a nice gathering for people to get to know each other. She looked over at Cathy and saw her smiling. There was something about this woman that she really liked.
“Hmmm…I guess we can do it, but we will be stretched thin. I only have so many people. Because it is a large gathering, I will have to use most of my men, and ladies, but some have to remain behind to watch the rest of the town. I take it the festival will be right here in the town square?” Sheriff Dickerson asked.
“Yes! Right here in the town square. The people will have so much fun! I like it!” Mayor Hickenbottom said with a huge smile. He then grabbed a glass of water and took a quick sip. He then looked at the Sheriff as he had one more item to discuss with him. “Now, before we start nailing down the details, I do want to talk about the rise in crime. I had a few citizens complain that more crime is taking place. Why is this happening, and can you keep this town safe” he asked.
Sheriff Dickerson looked at the mayor’s face and could see he was concerned. There was an increase in petty crimes around town and he was very concerned about it. It forced his station to go on more patrols and keep the peace which was getting more difficult. “Yes, I can keep the town safe. I think the population growth is also bringing in people that are not exactly on the right side of the law. We have arrested several people, and our courts are already getting backed up. The town is safe, but there will always be an incident here and there.” he explained.
“Yes, we have been quite busy lately, but we do have things under control. I know we could use more deputies to help out.” Darby added, then glanced over at Becky. She really wanted her to be hired and probably some others. They were working very hard, but with a growing population, things were more challenging.
“I understand. I am still working to see if we can afford another. I know you have a certain apprentice, but once we figure out the budget, we will see. Can I get both of your promises that this festival will be safe, AND the town safe overall? We worked hard to make Plotsville a great place to be. The last thing we want is for this town to be known as a dangerous town.” Mayor Hickenbottom told them.
“We will get it done. Plotsville is safe and will always be safe for everyone. You have my word. We will take care of it.” Sheriff Dickerson said with the utmost confidence. He knew his team was very good at what they did, and he also knew just how important it was to maintain a safe town for everyone.
“Yes, Plotsville will always be safe Mr. Mayor. It is our duty to protect the good people, and we will continue to do so.” Darby added. She knew it was very important to keep law and order in this town. It was why she became a deputy. She wanted to protect the innocent and send the guilty to jail.
“Excellent! Because I keep hearing from citizens about how dangerous Plotsville has become. Of course, I hear constantly from one particular citizen, Donna Prescott. That woman drives me batty!” Mayor Hickenbottom said. He wiped his forehead and shook his head. He remembered the last time he saw Donna and she gave him a piece of her mind.
“Donna Prescott has been bothering you? That woman has nothing better to do….” Darby asked. She knew Donna was always complaining about something, but to bother the mayor seemed over the top.
“Yes, I know her father is very important in this town. However, she is……annoying. Haha So please, Sheriff, for the sake of all of our sanity, please make sure everything is safe.” Mayor Hickenbottom requested.
“Ralph, that woman is definitely a firecracker. You know, maybe one day I will have some tea with her and try to get her to calm down. I was the one who influenced her father to set up business here, so maybe I could do something about her.” Cathy said. She knew who Donna was and how “involved” she would get in people’s business. She also knew how much that woman hated the burlesque show. That show was something she was very proud to bring to Plotsville. It was sure to bring the men in and spend a lot of their money. She set it up where the town got some of the profits in return for them to never having to worry about getting shut down by the town government.
“That would be nice. Tell her that everything will be ok, and she will be safe. By the way, did you find out who stole that ruby from her? She was here yesterday whining about how your team are a bunch of failures and that Plotsville is too dangerous for decent, upstanding citizens like her. I am concerned that she was attacked. So, where are we on that?” the mayor asked.
“We are still investigating. I promise ya, we will find out who did this and return the missing jewel. That will be a great thing for Plotsville and perhaps get Donna to be happy.” Darby said. She knew that Becky could hear this conversation and wanted to keep her confidence up.
“Excellent! Ok, so the festival is next week. I am really excited about this. Now, if you will excuse me and Cathy, we will start the event planning. We will reach out to you for the security discussions. Always good to see you, Sheriff. You too, Darby. Oh, and your team behind you.” The mayor said, then looked over at Cathy who took out some documents to go over the festivities.
Darby got up from her chair and headed towards the door with Sheriff Dickerson. She knew they had a tough assignment to protect the town and keep the festival safe. It was true that there was an uptick in crime, and they knew they were going to be really busy. She saw Becky next to her and she smiled at her. She knew how upset and concerned she was about what happened at the Prescott house. She had to continue to build up her confidence. She had to remind Becky that she was a hero and that she could accomplish anything. When she got outside of the town hall, she saw a crowd forming in the town square. There was a platform erected there, which was always for announcements from the local government. She was curious about what the crowd was for because there weren’t any scheduled events. When she got closer, she saw someone standing on the stage and her heart sank. “Oh muh goodness….” she said in shock.
Becky walked out of the Town Hall with Darby and the others and she wondered if she was going to help with the festival. She wasn’t a deputy, but they needed everyone they could get to keep the people safe. When she got outside of the building, she also noticed a crowd forming and when she saw who was on stage, her heart stopped. “Why is Donna Prescott on stage?” she asked.
Donna stood on stage and motioned her arms to get the passersby to pay attention to her. She was feeling really angry and wanted to address the citizens of Plotsville. After hearing Millie’s story, she wanted to do something about it. When she saw there was a decent enough crowd, she decided to speak to them. “Ladies and gentlemen of Plotsville! Thank you for your attention! I wanted to talk to you today about our beloved town. There have been things happening and you should know the truth!” she shouted.
Darby looked at Sheriff Dickerson who was stunned at Donna speaking to a crowd of citizens. She got closer to the crowded area and wanted to see what this woman was going to say. She knew Donna was up to no good because the tone in her voice was that of anger and annoyance. She prayed that she didn’t incite the crowd because she and her team were outnumbered at the moment. “Ok lady, what are ya talking about?” she thought to herself.
“It has come to my attention that Plotsville has a dark side! We all love our town. BUT, as you very well know, crime has soared! Every single day, someone is getting robbed, or fights are breaking out. There is something more heinous happening. There seems to be a dangerous thief on the loose! A thief that has attacked innocent women in town!” Donna shouted. She was feeling her anger flow through her body, and she wanted to get people’s attention so that her own trauma could be front and center. She had to find that ruby at all costs before her parents found out. She wasn’t satisfied with the Sheriff and now she wanted to put pressure on them to solve the case and find her precious jewel. “Women have been tied up and their jewelry stolen! I should know. I…..I was attacked recently. I was tied up and that evil thief STOLE my precious valuables. I….I was so scared!” she told the crowd.
Darby was stunned that Donna was talking about the recent attack. She could hear the crowd murmuring and knew this was not going to be good. She knew Donna was about to spread fear and potential panic throughout the town. That would severely limit the Sheriff and his deputies to maintain order. She looked at the Sheriff and found herself getting nervous. “I will take care of this!” she said, then started to make her way through the crowd.
“I was tied up! I was threatened by this thief! They were going to do horrible and unimaginable things to me if I did not give them what they wanted. I had no choice! I gave up the jewel and my heart is…broken.” Donna said, then put her face in her hands to appear sad. She heard the crowd murmuring and knew she got their attention. She heard some people yell out if she was ok and that they were so sorry that it happened to her. She lifted her head and took a deep breath. She wanted to appear very emotional and get the crowd to sympathize with her. “I-I will be ok. But I have to find the jewel. You know what is even worse? I had someone from the Sheriff’s office trying to protect me and SHE FAILED!!!!” she yelled.
Becky heard those words, and she was absolutely stunned. She heard Donna yelling about how she was attacked, and it hurt her feelings because it was her that failed to protect her. When she heard Donna referencing her, she felt her heart drop and she started to sweat. “Please don’t say muh name….” she whispered to herself.
Donna heard the crowd reacting and she felt very powerful. She had gotten their attention, and she was going to take advantage of it. She heard someone call out Darby’s name because she used the pronoun “she”. She shook her head and then took a deep breath to convey her emotions to the crowd. “No, it was not Darby that failed. She was too busy entertaining guests from out of town or something. She was neglecting her duties, but that is another story. No, this FAILURE was someone who had us all fooled! She had everyone believe she was a hero in Mexico, but after my experience with her, it turns out that she is A FRAUD!!!!! I am speaking about none other than BECKY LOCKHART!!!!” she yelled.
Darby heard those angry words, and she made it to the stage. She had to get Donna to stop scaring the crowd and also to make sure the people did not question the Sheriff and his team. She got onto the stage and approached Donna who seemed to be enjoying the spotlight. “Donna! You got to stop!” she yelled at her.
Donna heard a voice and turned to her right. She saw Darby approaching and she knew this was a moment that she could not pass up. It was time to turn up the heat on law enforcement and force them to work harder to get the jewel back. “Well, look who’s here!!! Darby Reeves! Figures you would be here! Tell me, why are you allowing a thief to run around town attacking women, huh?” she asked in a very loud voice.
Darby stopped in her tracks when she heard Donna calling out the entire team and she saw the crowd. They were starting to appear angry, and she had to do something. She walked carefully towards Donna because if she rushed over, it would appear she was trying to silence the woman. Right now, the crowd seemed to be behind her, and she had to maintain calm. She saw Sheriff Dickerson going through the crowd and headed for the stage too. “Donna, this is not the time or place to scare people. Come on, let’s get off the stage and go back to the station. We can discuss things and work to try and get the jewel back.” she told her in a calm manner.
“YOU HEAR THAT FOLKS?! Deputy Darby wants me to get off the stage and cover up the FAILURE of the law enforcement in this town! I found out that another woman was attacked, and you sit here and tell me to calm down? I WAS SCARED DEPUTY, REALLY SCARED! That thief could have killed me if I didn’t give them what they wanted. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?!” she yelled.
Darby froze when hearing those words because now the crowd was staring at her. She knew she had to do something or there could be a very angry crowd. “Muh fellow citizens, it is true that Ms. Prescott was robbed, but we are working diligently to solve the case. I promise ya that we will resolve it and make sure this town is always safe.” she told the crowd, then looked right back at Donna.
“Explain something to the people, Deputy. How come you have not warned the town of some thief running around attacking women? How many of you knew that was happening?” Donna asked the crowd. She saw the heads looking at each other and some shrugs. She then looked back at Darby and gave her a dismissive look. “If people KNEW this was happening, then perhaps we could also be more vigilant ourselves! Poor Millie Pastori was attacked too!” she hissed.
“What? Millie, the schoolteacher?” Darby asked in surprise. That was something she did not know and made the situation even worse.
“That’s right!! Poor Millie was attacked last night. She was tied up and forced to give up her cash! You have a criminal running around this town and NO WOMAN IS SAFE!” Donna screamed, telling the crowd who else was attacked. She remembered that she wasn’t supposed to mention Millie’s name, but she was so worked up, it came out. Millie made her promise she wouldn’t do that, but it was too late now.
Darby saw the crowd looking at each other, then a murmur started to happen. She could tell the crowd was getting antsy and she hoped this wasn’t going to start an unruly crowd. She saw Sheriff Dickerson finally get on stage and he looked out onto the crowd. She admitted to herself that Donna was right. Had they told the town about the break-ins, perhaps they would have been more vigilant. The thief didn’t appear to use any weapons, just tied the victim up and tickle torture them. There were at least seven victims that she knew of, so this was a serial tickling thief.
“Good citizens of Plotsville, let me tell you that we are working very diligently to resolve this situation. Now, it does appear a thief has stolen some valuables from Donna Prescott. I can assure you that my men and I are going to find out who this is and bring them to justice. I want to reiterate that you are safe. However, it is always good to be vigilant and if you see anything strange, please contact us.” Sheriff Dickerson told the crowd. He was very concerned that Donna was going to turn this crowd into an angry mob and if a fight broke out, there was no way he and the members of the team with him would be able to stop it.
“Working hard, huh? Ladies and gentlemen, he KNEW that I was going to be alone. He KNEW that I needed protection, and did he give me a deputy? NO!!!! He gave me that failure! He gave me some apprentice that is extremely clumsy and is a POOR EXCUSE OF A WOMAN! She was tied up next to me and was USELESS!!!! Tell me, Sheriff, how come you have not FIRED BECKY LOCKHART????” Donna screamed. She was still steaming over Becky’s failure and wanted to publicly embarrass her. She looked out in the crowd and then she saw her. She saw those pigtails and that freckled face. It was Becky standing there and listening to every word she said. This was her moment to humiliate her and make her feel terrible for her failure. She didn’t want to explain how she was tortured, but she was going to let everyone know she failed. “There she is!!! The fraud!!!” she yelled, then pointed at Becky.
Becky saw the crowd turning towards her and they all had this look of disdain on their faces. She felt really embarrassed that her name was called out a second time, now she was pointed at. Her face turned red from embarrassment, and she wanted to just die on the spot.
“THAT’S ENOUGH!!! You are not going to embarrass someone working for me. Listen to me, Ms. Prescott. We are working on the case. We are going to solve it. If you do not close your mouth right now, I am going to arrest you for inciting a crowd and haul you to jail for a few hours. UNDERSTAND?!” Sheriff Dickerson yelled in his deep voice. He did not like how Donna called out Becky like that and humiliated her in front of the citizens. He was very protective of his team and now he was very angry at this meddling woman.
Donna heard that threat and she understood she might have gone too far with the Sheriff. She was still very angry and worked up, but she knew she had better stop because she did not want to get arrested in front of all these people. She stuck her nose up in the air and turned around. “Hmph! You know I am right. You better find that ruby or I swear, I will get the mayor to fire all of you and hire some REAL deputies.” she said, then walked away.
Darby felt a lot of anger in her own body after seeing what Donna did to Becky. She knew Becky felt terrible over her failure and now that she had been called out in front of a crowd, she knew her apprentice had to be hurting. She saw Donna walking off the stage and she wished she could have punched her lights out. She tapped the Sheriff on the shoulder and now she wanted to comfort her apprentice and friend. “Thank you, Sheriff. That woman is such a bitch!” she growled.
“I know, she really is. But she is right. We do need to find this thief. I am glad she doesn’t know about the other cases because if she did, things would be much worse. I am concerned that the other victims might tell her though. Talk to Millie and find out what happened. If it is the same thief, then we have to solve it quickly.” Sheriff Dickerson said, then started to head off the stage. He saw the crowd starting to disperse and he felt more at ease that something did not happen.
Darby got off the stage and made her way to Becky. She saw Becky standing there, trying her best to stand at attention and not display any emotion. But she knew that she had to be hurting inside. She walked up to her and hugged her. “Hey, are you ok?” she whispered into her ear.
Becky felt her emotions in a flurry when she heard all those words from Donna. When the crowd dispersed, she saw some of them looking at her and shaking their heads. She didn’t want to show any emotion because a good deputy was always stoic. She wanted to cry from embarrassment but held back her tears. She saw Darby headed towards her and when she felt the hug, she had a very difficult time holding the tears back. “Yeah, I am ok. Donna was a little mean.” she whispered back.
“I know. Let’s go back to the station and get to work. We have to find this thief and bring them to justice.” Darby told her, then started to walk away with Becky. She knew her poor apprentice had a major hit on her confidence, and she had to make sure she was going to be ok. She started to head back to the station and then saw someone approaching. She saw this woman wearing a red shirt, gray riding pants and black boots. The woman looked really attractive and seemed to be looking right at her. She had never seen her before and wondered what this was about. She wondered if this was another victim who headed her way.
Sylvia walked towards Darby and felt some excitement. She made it to Plotsville 30 minutes ago and when she was in the town square, she heard Donna speaking to a group of people. She wondered what it was all about and then she saw her. The target that she had been sent by Christos Andino for. She saw the famous deputy and she felt true excitement. It was time to put her own plan into motion. She wanted to meet the woman, study her and then perhaps set a trap for her to capture her and bring her to Christos. She still had many duties with the sex trafficking ring but needed this moment to study her target. She approached Darby and this was the moment of truth. “Hello there! Are you Deputy Darby Reeves?” she asked in a sweet voice.
Darby stood next to Becky and saw this pleasant woman standing in front of her. She heard the tone of voice, and it didn’t seem confrontational. She figured this was another citizen that wanted to meet her for the first time. It was always a humble experience to be greeted like this, but she liked meeting people as well. “Yes, I am Deputy Darby Reeves. Can I help you with something?” she asked with a smile.
Sylvia looked at Becky and felt another thrill. She heard about this woman and wondered if she should capture her as well. It was Becky who led the charge against Thalia and managed to turn the tide. It would be a nice surprise for Thalia and Christos if she could bring her as well. She heard every word that Donna said and knew that Becky was emotional. She could use that to her advantage in getting to study both of them. “I just wanted to tell you that I am honored to meet you. I am new in this town, but I heard all about you. It is amazing to be in the presence of someone so heroic and fights for good!” she said, then extended her hand for a handshake.
Darby couldn’t help but smile when she heard that introduction. She always loved it when someone introduced themselves and it also made her feel humble. She shook the woman’s hand and smiled back. “Thank you! That is very nice of you to say. I am just doing muh job. What is your name?” she asked.
“My name is Sylvia. Pleasure to meet you! And is this……Becky Lockhart? Oh my goodness, I get the pleasure of meeting both of you? What a great day this is!” Sylvia said, then reached out to shake Becky’s hand. She noticed that Darby’s hand was soft for a woman who did physical things. It confirmed what Thalia told her about Darby. She heard about how soft Darby’s body was, especially on the bottoms of her feet. She was in awe when Thalia described the feet and how sensitive they were. That made her excited to torture her. She also noticed that Becky’s hand was soft as well. Not as soft as Darby’s but tender, nonetheless.
Becky shook Sylvia’s hand, and she started to feel better. After that public humiliation from Donna, it was nice that someone heard of her and thought highly of her. “Thank ya! Nice to meet ya, Sylvia.” she said with her smile.
Sylvia saw that gap between Becky’s two front teeth and thought it was cute. She imagined what it would look like when she was laughing her head off when her feet were tickled. She knew she had them hooked, now it was time to continue to turn on the charm. “Oh, I heard those nasty words from that woman on stage! She seems like the type that loves to annoy people. I know for a fact you both are outstanding, and I am very pleased to meet such great women!” she said.
“Why thank you for saying that. That lady, Donna Prescott, can be a handful, but she is just scared. She was attacked recently and doesn’t know how to handle it. Speaking of which, if you heard what she said, then you should be careful and vigilant as well. We don’t want you to be attacked. You are safe here, but please, be careful.” Darby told her. She figured if this woman heard Donna, she had to make sure she still felt safe in Plotsville.
“Thank you for the warning. I am sure this town is safe. I mean, we have you to protect us. Plotsville’s Protector! Hehe Well, deputy. I am very happy to meet you. Perhaps we will run into each other again. I hope you and her have a wonderful day!” Sylvia said with a sweet smile. She shook Darby’s hand again and loved how soft it was. Her desire to torment her grew even more and knew she had to play this perfectly.
“Really nice to meet you, too! Well, Sylvia, enjoy your stay in Plotsvilel! Have a good day!” Darby replied. She liked Sylvia’s very friendly demeanor and hoped that she did see her around again. She saw the woman leave and then looked at Becky. “She sure seems nice.” she said.
“Yeah, she does seem really friendly. Darby, I am scared. Donna keeps mentioning muh name to people and I…..I think I am gonna get fired.” Becky said, her voice started to shake. The embarrassment she felt when Donna ridiculed her in front of the crowd really shook her. She really loved working at the Sheriff’s office and now it was under threat.
“Becky, you are not going to be fired. I know Donna is being very mean right now, but we all know how capable you are. Keep your chin up. Now, I want you to go find Millie and take her to the station. I can’t believe she was attacked by the same person. I am sure she is not thrilled that Donna mentioned her name like that too. Let’s see if it is the same attack style as the others.” Darby instructed. She wanted to have Millie tell them what happened and perhaps there would be a clue of some sort to help identify this thief.
“Ok. I hope she is ok. I like her too. She is so very nice. If she went through what the others did, and how I suffered, then I know she is probably not doing well right now. Ok, I will go see her and bring her in. Or, how about this? We both go over there. I mean, she might now want to be in the public right now, especially after what Donna said.” Becky suggested. She still felt a little sad over her embarrassment by Donna but had to try and focus to help her friend.
“That’s a good idea. Besides, she might be more comfortable telling us in her home. Ok, let’s go. Oh, here comes Deputy Bobby. Hiya deputy! What’s up?” Darby asked. She saw one of the deputies approach her and he had a look of concern on his face.
“Hi, Chief Deputy! I just wanted to let you know that we had an incident close to the blacksmith’s shop. Someone found a naked man behind the shop. He seemed woozy and out of it. It was weird because he had no clothes at all! It is like he is in some kind of daze. Really weird.” Deputy Bobby told her.
“That is weird. We are having some weird things happening in this town lately. Ok, well, I am off to assist another victim. See if you can find out what happened to the man. We probably want to keep it quiet because we don’t want the town to panic, ya know?” Darby told him. She started to think that perhaps the man had too much to drink and stripped himself naked. It was an odd situation, but it was possible no crime against him was committed. She saw the deputy walk off, and she looked at Becky. “Ok, let’s go see Millie.” she told her.
Mandy had a bounce in her step as her shift was about to end. She was very excited about her evening plans, as she wanted to see her favorite burlesque dancer, Rita, perform. She really loved the style of the dancers and enjoyed every show. She knew she was becoming a regular at these shows and wanted to befriend them all. She continued to wait on tables, and then she saw a woman enter the Thirsty Cowboy. She noticed her immediately and was taken aback. The woman wore a red blouse, with gray riding pants and black boots. She looked very pretty, and she had never seen her before. She walked over to her and smiled. “Welcome to The Thirsty Cowboy! Can I help you?” she said with a huge smile.
Sylvia looked at this attractive woman and smiled. She seemed very nice and liked her demeanor. She wanted to visit the bar to get a drink and focus on what her mission was. She wanted to study Plotsville and its people. She was already focused on scouting Darby and learning her behaviors, but she also wanted to scout this town for potential sex slaves. Once she identified women who would make good fits, then she could focus on how to kidnap them without anyone noticing. Now, it was time to relax after her trip to this town and meeting her primary target. “Yes, I would like a drink. Perhaps some wine, if you have any?” she responded.
“Sure! We have some wine. Follow me, let me get you a table.” Mandy said, and feeling a little excited. She thought this woman was very pretty, and figured she would chat with her a little. She led her to a small table near the back of the bar and watched as she got seated. “What is your name, darlin’?” she asked.
“My name is Sylvia. And yours?” Sylvia responded. She figured since she was in the final phases of her mission, using her name wouldn’t be a problem. Because once she accomplished her mission, Darby and others would never forget her name. She wanted to invoke that same fear that Thalia gave whenever her name was provided. The rest of the town would never know who she was, but Darby and other sex slaves would.
“My name is Mandy! Really nice to meet you! Are you new in town? I don’t think I ever seen you before.” Mandy asked, wanting to have some small talk.
“I am new. I am here for business, and I can say I like this town. Very nice people, such as yourself.” Sylvia smiled. She could sense that Mandy was intrigued by her and wondered if this woman was the type that would make an excellent sex slave.
“Thank you! I hope you enjoy your stay here. I hope you get to check out many exciting things here. We have great shops, and we even have a burlesque show!” Mandy said, feeling excited.
“A burlesque show? Wow, that is interesting. I might have to check it out.” Sylvia responded. She always liked watching women dance, so she figured it could be a place to check out.
“You should! In fact, I am going there tonight. Since you are new to town, how about you join me? I know I just met you, but you seem really nice, and….well, you are also very pretty.” Mandy said, starting to feel very flirtatious. She was attracted to this woman and hoped she didn’t come on too strong already.
Sylvia smiled when she heard that offer. She knew Mandy was now flirting with her, which made her think this woman would perhaps make a great sex slave. Or at least someone who could get her into position to perhaps scout other potential sex slaves. “Thank you for your compliment. You are very pretty too. You know, that sounds like a good idea. This is my first night in Plotsville, so I might as well make some friends during my stay.” she smiled back.
“Yes! It will be fun! How about you meet me in about 2 hours here at this bar? I am off my shift soon, and we can go together to the show. You will not be disappointed! Let me go get your wine, Sylvia. I will be right back!” Mandy said with excitement. She felt herself blushing a bit because she was already flirting with this woman, and she just met her. There was something about her that seemed mysterious and exciting. She felt a tingle between her legs because she was going to be in Sylvia’s company and see Rita. She hoped this would be a night for her to remember.
Darby arrived at Millie’s house with Becky, and she took a deep breath. She knew poor Millie would probably be hesitant to talk about what happened to her, so she had to be kind and comforting. She walked up to the doorstep and gently knocked. She looked at Becky who had a nervous look on her face as well. The door opened up and she saw Millie standing there. “Millie! Hi, it’s me, Deputy Darby and Becky.” she said with a huge smile on her face.
Millie opened her door and was surprised to see Darby and Becky standing there. She was not expecting any company, and this was the second visitor to her home this day. The first one was a fellow teacher looking for her and now she had law enforcement visiting. She felt terrible the whole day. She stayed inside and tried to recover from her ordeal the previous night. That tickle attack by the thief was traumatizing to her and she just wanted to be away from the world. The way the thief tickled her body and even sexually humiliated her was something that stayed in her soul. She saw Darby’s warm smile and she didn’t really want to interact with them. She was still in her pajamas as well. “Hi Darby, hi Becky. What brings you by?” she said in a very soft voice.
“May we come in? We just want to talk to you for a moment.” Darby requested. She could tell by Millie’s demeanor that she was very sad, which only confirmed Donna’s story. She recognized that look and that sense of sadness because she had gone through that kind of torture many times. The first time she was ever tortured like that was by La Diabla in that barn. That moment made her hide in her own house for two days. She wanted to help Millie and prayed she would be ok.
“I don’t really feel like company today. I’m sorry. I am not feeling well.” Millie replied softly. She did not feel like entertaining guests and just wanted to go back into herbed and lay down.
“Millie, we heard what happened to you. I am here to help you. I know it had to be tough, but we need your help.” Darby said in a soothing voice. She had to be very careful with Millie, but it was necessary to get more information about the attack.
“H-How did you know?” Millie asked in response. She was stunned that Darby would know about the attack. She looked over at Becky, who had a concerned look on her face as well.
“Well, Donna Prescott was telling a crowd in the town square about her attack, and well, mentioned you were attacked as well. We know what happened to her, so when she said your name, we figured the same thing happened to you. Can we come in? It is just me, you and Becky. No one else.” Darby asked again. She saw the embarrassment on Millie’s face and knew she had to be very careful and empathetic. She knew that she and Becky definitely knew how Millie felt, more than any other deputy would.
“What? Donna mentioned my name in public? Oh dear….” Millie responded. She had no idea that when she told Donna what happened, the woman was going to go around telling everyone that she was attacked. The embarrassment washed over her and she stared at her bare feet. She felt very weak and now she had two deputies coming over to talk about the worst experience of her life. She was relieved that she did not describe to Donna how she was tortured, because it would have been too embarrassing to admit she was tickled into submission. She looked back up at Darby and Becky and she wanted to cry. “Yes, I was attacked.” she said softly, her eyes filling with sadness.
Becky saw those eyes of Millie and her heart sank. She knew how she was feeling, and she knew Darby knew how she was feeling. She went up to her and gave her a hug. “So sorry that happened to ya. We want to help ya. That is why we are here. May we come in?” she asked.
Millie could see the sadness on both of their faces, and she appreciated their concern. She was afraid to talk about it, but after she told Donna what happened, she might as well tell two women that could possibly help her. She nodded her head and then opened her door further. “Come in.” she told them.
Darby loved how Becky comforted Millie. She knew her apprentice could empathize with Millie because she went through the same thing with the thief. Now, she had to ask Milie about her encounter and knew talking about the torture was going to be really tough. She went inside the house and saw how cozy it was. She saw Millie heading to a chair, which left the couch open. She made her way to the couch and sat down on the right side of it, with Millie sitting near her, and Becky to her left. She took a deep breath, and it was time to start the report. “Millie, thank you so much for speaking with us. I know you had a very rough experience, and that is why we are here. We want to get some details to compare the attacks. Because if they are the same details, then we know we are dealing with one thief, and not many different people. That would help us find this person. I want you to be honest with us. It is just us women here. Ok?” she asked, then reached her right hand over and gently touched Millie’s left knee.
Mille heard those words and even though they were very comforting, she was still very nervous to talk about the attack. With Donna, she just said she was attacked and forced to give up her cash. She didn’t talk about how it happened, but if these deputies were correct, then that meant Donna must have been tortured the same way she was. Then she remembered what Donna told her. Someone from the Sheriff’s office was supposed to guard her. Donna never mentioned the name, but she was curious. “Ok, I will do my best. I still can’t believe Donna told everyone what happened to me. She was supposed to keep it quiet. She told me she was attacked, but I wonder about something she said. She told me that someone from the Sheriff’s station was supposed to guard her. Do you know who that was?” she asked.
Becky started to blush furiously because it was her that was supposed to protect Donna and she failed miserably. She hung her head in shame and then took a deep breath. “Yeah, I do. It was me.” she said softly.
Darby looked over at Becky and could see how ashamed she felt. She felt bad for her and Millie and had a feeling she would have to comfort both of them. She looked back at Millie who had a look of shock on her face. “Yes, Becky was supposed to guard her.” she confirmed.
“Oh my goodness! Are you ok? I am sorry that happened to you.” Millie said and felt like comforting Becky. She started to wonder if the same thing happened to Becky as it did to her.
“Yeah, so that is why I am here. I want ya to be honest with us and tell us what happened. I-I know how ya feel.” Becky said, trying to retain her composure. She didn’t want to admit her own weakness, but had a feeling she would have to in order to get Millie to do the same.
“Wow. I hope you didn’t experience what I did.” Millie said. She started to feel nervous about the situation. Her mind flashed back to the previous night and how much she suffered under that ruthless and unrelenting tickle torture. She looked at Becky and wondered if it happened to her. She figured if Becky could admit it, then she could too. “It was horrible. What happened to you? Did something…..um…..unusual happen to you?” she asked.
Becky heard that question and she knew what Millie was referring to. She knew that Millie did indeed suffer what she suffered just by hearing that question. She knew the curiosity. She knew that feeling. It was going to be highly embarrassing, but she had to do it in order to do her job with Darby. “Well, I will tell ya. I was….kinda….tied up by this thief. I had gotten captured and….well, she made Donna watch. She was tied up as well.” she said nervously.
Darby felt Becky’s angst, but she felt so proud of her for being so open to this victim. It was important to establish that trust, so Millie could tell her exactly what happened. She looked back at Millie and smiled. “Millie, before she continues, I want to promise you that the details of what happened to you will remain with us. We are not going to divulge anything to others, including muh own Sheriff! It is just us ladies here. The only thing people know is that you were attacked. That’s it. So please, be open with us. We are here to help.” she told her in a soft voice.
“Thank you. I appreciate that. You were tied up, Becky? How horrible! I was….I was tied up too.” Millie said softly. She felt extremely nervous but since these women were trying to help her, she figured she could open up about it. “Did the thief do……anything…..to you while you were tied up?” she asked.
Becky felt her heart beating out of her chest, but she knew she had to do it. It was important and she felt she was safe with these two women here. She knew Darby probably would not mention previous experiences, so she wanted to keep Darby’s own weakness a secret unless she talked about it. “Well….I will be honest with ya. This thief….they did something to me when I was tied up. Ya might find it silly, but it was tough for me. They……They, um, tickled me…..” she said really softly.
Millie thought she heard the word “tickled” and she was stunned. It appeared that Becky did go through the same thing she went through. That was comforting and frightening at the same time! She couldn’t believe she was not the only one who may have suffered to the “Tickling Thief”. “They tickled you? Like, touch your body and tickled you?” she asked in shock.
“Yeah…it is kinda embarrassin’ ya know? But I want to tell ya the truth. I was tied up, and they tickled me. It was torture. They did it in front of Donna, who eventually gave up her jewel so that it wouldn’t happen to her.” Becky explained. Since Donna went around telling folks about her failure, she might as well tell what happened to Donna and how this all started. She also wondered if she should talk about others who were attacked by this thief.
Millie was blown away by Becky’s words. The cute deputy in front of her was tickled just like she was. That was overwhelming to her, and she felt bad for Becky. Because deputies were so strong and powerful. For someone like her to be tormented, it meant this person was very dangerous. It also made her feel empathy for Becky because she knew what it was like. The fact that she was talking about it now made her feel more comfortable to discuss her own experience. “That is terrible! Well, the same thing happened to me. Whoever this was, they did the same thing to me. They tied me up and…..tickled me.” she admitted.
Darby listened to Millie’s story about how the intruder broke in, tied her up and tickled her. She could hear the emotion in Millie’s voice about how ticklish she was and how the thief would not stop tickling her. She heard Millie tell her she doesn’t own jewelry, and that the thief tortured her because she wasn’t believed. These details made Darby think about her own nightmarish experiences. Most of her torture experiences were some kind of “payback”, but there were also interrogation style tortures as well. She remembered how she was tickle interrogated by Madam Olivia in the brothel. She also remembered when Gloria Wellington interrogated her in that secret closet within the mansion in Santa Selena. Both times, she was broken and confessed to the questions she was asked. Hearing Millie describe how sensitive her body was made her shiver because she knew how sensitive her own body was. Then she sat there stunned when Millie described the sexual aspect of it all. She was proud of Millie for admitting this, but it appeared that once she started talking, she just opened up completely. She also understood that aspect of the torture. She experienced it so many times when she was tortured. Darby wanted to hug her and share her own experiences, but she couldn’t do it. She had to do her duty and remain strong. She just could not admit what happened to her to people who weren’t there. It made her admire Millie even more and knew this young schoolteacher was braver than she was. Once the story finished, she got up from the couch and hugged a sitting Millie. “Millie, thank you for telling us what happened. I can’t imagine the nightmare you went through.” she told her, then sat back down.
Millie felt her emotions going wild as she recounted the story. She surprised herself that she talked about the sexual domination that happened to her, but she just kept talking openly and it came out. She felt so ashamed of the moment and Darby’s hug helped her. “Thank you. Now you both see why I am such a mess. I let something like being tickled break me down. But it was so ruthless. I didn’t think it was possible for my body to react like that. Did the thief touch you too, Becky?” she asked.
Becky once again started to blush. She heard Millie’s story and was surprised to hear her admit the sexual domination. That kind of torture happened to her before, and she felt proud of Millie. Because that was something she never wanted to admit to anyone who wasn’t there with her. “Yeah, that thief touched me too.” she replied.
“I can’t believe that thief tickled you. I didn’t know you were ticklish. You look so strong and brave. What about you, Deputy Darby? Are you ticklish?” Millie asked. She saw Darby blushing a little and wondered if Plotsville’s greatest hero shared her same weakness.
Darby blushed when she heard that question. She was not going to talk about her own torture experiences and admitting she was ticklish was embarrassing. But then she thought about some of her friends in Plotsville that knew she was and perhaps she could admit it in a friendly way. Gertrude, Mandy and Mia, all knew her weakness, so she figured that she could at least admit it since being ticklish wasn’t a mysterious thing for people overall. “Yeah, I can be. So I know tickling can be a torturous thing. Millie, these details you gave us will really help us. So, from what Becky told me, and what you described, we are talking about a smaller person, probably 5 foot tall or so. They wore a hooded mask and black clothing. But you both can’t be certain that it was a small man or woman, correct?” she told her, not wanting to talk a lot about her own ticklishness.
“I think so. They had these dainty looking hands, and the voice was soft, not like a man’s. But the way I was tickled and the way I was touched, it had to be a man, right? Would a woman actually do this to another?” Millie asked. She thought about how she was touched and the possibility of it being a woman would be strange. She didn’t think women could be that cruel to another.
“I understand. It is strange when a woman does it, but there are some pretty evil women out there. Millie, I do want to thank you for talking to us. I feel absolutely terrible this happened to you and muhself, and Becky will get to the bottom of this. We want to make it right for you. I want you to feel safe again. If you ever need to talk again, ya know where to find us.” Darby told her in a comforting voice. She wanted to end the conversation instead of keeping Millie talking about it, which could make her feelings worse.
“Thank you, Darby. It helped me to talk about it. I am sorry you were tortured too, Becky. I always thought of tickling as something fun, but the way that thief tickled me, it was absolute torture.” Millie said, then stood up from her chair. She looked at both women and felt a little better. She was also stunned to know that poor Becky suffered as well. She walked up to her and gave her a hug. “I am so sorry you were tortured too. I am here if you need me.” she offered.
Becky felt the hug she was receiving, and it made her feel good. This woman went through hell from the thief and yet, she was still trying to offer her help to her. She hugged her back and whispered into her ear. “Thank ya, Millie. I feel more bad for ya, than muhself. Ya didn’t deserve that, and I promise ya, we will find that thief and haul them to jail!” she told her.
Darby saw the two ladies embracing and she smiled. It was good to see Millie feeling positive, but knew she would still have to go through the trauma of it all. She figured she had enough information to research. She thought about Millie’s recollection of her day and wanted to compare it with the other victims. “Again, thank you so much, Millie. I want you to know that you will get better. It was terrible that you went through that, but you are such a strong and brave woman. You will one day be able to go on with life and enjoy it. Like you said, tickling can be fun, and I hope you do have fun in the future, so we can see that bright smile again.” she told her.
“Thank you. Thank you both. I think it will take me a while to get over it, but knowing you two support me will only get me stronger. Maybe one day we can have our own tickle fight or something to just have fun again and not having that scarring memory of it.” Millie said, then smiled.
“Hehe a tickle fight? That sounds fun, but no tickling me, ok? Haha” Darby joked. She then started to head towards the door. It was time to get back to work and hopefully catch this thief.
“Hehehe no promises. Funny how the great hero of Plotsville is ticklish just like the rest of us.” Millie smiled. She then walked her friends to the door and hugged them both. “Have a good day and thank you again.” she told them.
“Good day, Millie. We will talk soon.” Darby said, then she turned and walked away from the house with Becky. She did feel good that they got Millie to feel positive at the end of the conversation. Seeing her smile let her know that Millie would be ok. She looked over at Becky and wanted to comfort her too. “Good job in there, Becky. You did good. You were very empathetic and very caring towards her. That is why you will make a great deputy. You show that you care for the people.” she said.
Becky blushed when she heard the compliment. After all the stuff she was going through with Donna trying to destroy her dream, hearing those words from her hero meant a lot to her. “Thank ya, Darby. I feel horrible she went through that. We both suffered like that, so we have to make sure she will be ok. I like Millie. She is very nice. Now, I really want to find this person. Let’s go find the Ticklin’ Thief!” she said with determination in her voice.
UP NEXT: Mandy has an incredible experience at the Burlesque show
Ok folks, how did you like this chapter? The seeds are being planted for the phase ending series. Donna is such a handful, the Thief is making an impact, the assassin Sylvia Cartier is making her presence known and Darby and Becky have to try and solve it all! Thank you for your support as we continue this journey. As always, your comments are most encouraged and welcomed!
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