Ok fans, here we are. The final chapter of Darby's focused series in Phase 4 of Deputy's Universe. It has been one hell of a journey since last summer following these characters on this journey during this phase. After this chapter, there will be a one week hiatus. Next week, I will have the trailer for the phase 4 final series, The Deputy and The Outlaw: Sacrifice. I am really excited to bring that series to you. I really love the story behind it. The tickling is great, but the story and the evolution of the characters is something I am proud of. I do thank each of you for following this saga. It is a lot of reading. So, thank you. This chapter has an interesting victim. If you have been following along during this phase, I really like who this person is and you will see more. So, without further adieu, here is the final chapter of Deputy Darby: Plotsville Protector.
PART 8
“She is really nice. I like her.” Becky said as she saw Sylvia walking away.
“Yes, she is a really a nice woman. Very friendly. I hope she moves one day to Plotsville. I think she would make a great citizen here.” Darby said as she watched Sylvia walking away.
“Hey, did she ever say what she did for business?” Becky asked, realizing that Sylvia never told them exactly what she did for a living.
“Um….actually she hasn’t. Well, whatever it is that she does, I am sure she will be a great success. There is something about that woman that makes me believe we will hear from her again and she will have made an impact here in town. Ok, muh apprentice, let’s finish up this patrol. Then we will go back to the station and see if we can keep piecing things together and catch this thief.” she said, then started to walk away. It was a little odd that Sylvia didn’t specify exactly what her business was, but she figured it was probably something private. Now, her mind went back to the thief. They had to find this person and that way give the citizens of Plotsville a reason to feel safe again. She also looked forward to the festival. It would bring the town together and everyone would have a good time. With the recent crime spree, Plotsville needed something to take the tension away. Darby knew that big things were coming, and she hoped the festival was an event that would turn things around in town and everyone felt safe. Now, it was time to catch a thief.
Sylvia walked into the hotel and headed towards her room. It was an eventful day, and she looked forward to packing her things and leaving early the next morning. She wanted to go back to the site of the new trafficking ring and start to get things ready. She needed help to set up cages and places to keep the women hidden. She was not really much of a manual laborer, so she wanted to ask Priscilla to send people to help set things up. She did her role. She managed to get Agatha Walden to buy the land and warned her to not go anywhere near the one barn at the far end of the land. She was also not going to be the enforcer of the trafficking ring. That was not her skill set. She wasn’t going to feed and maintain the prisoners, so it was up to Priscilla to supply those things. “Hehehe she must be crazy if she thinks I am going to do all that work. Ok, Priscilla, your turn to get things rolling.” she said to herself.
Sylvia made it back to her room and opened the door. She walked in and placed a few things down on the dresser that was in there. She then picked up a few papers she collected through the day, including writing a message to Priscilla. She had to make sure it was coded correctly so in case anyone was to read it, it wouldn’t spoil their plans. Secrecy was of the utmost importance. She looked at the paper and was still facing the door of the room because the dresser was near the door. She felt a little tired and would turn around soon and then lay down for a moment. She figured she would also go find some food, then retire for the rest of the night. As she read the paper, her eyes shifted. Her senses kicked in and a small smile formed on her face. She lifted her head from the paper and staring at the door, her eyes turned to slits. “Who are you and what do you want?” she asked, as she sensed someone else in the room with her.
The thief was surprised that Sylvia called her out. She was hiding in the room and when Sylvia had her back turned, she was going to attack her from behind. She maintained silence the entire time and made no noises. Now, she was caught and had to prepare to attack this woman and tie her down. She saw Sylvia turning around and now she was face to face with her. She had to act fast if she wanted to tie her down and force her to reveal her jewelry. “Don’t make any moves! I don’t want to hurt you!” she yelled out.
Sylvia saw a small statured person standing in the room facing her. She looked up and down the figure’s body and smiled. The person was wearing all black, from the long black sleeved shirt to the black trousers and black leather shoes. The dark gray hooded mask was on their head, and she knew this had to be the thief she heard about running around town and capturing women. In a way, she felt proud this thief chose her. It meant that she was important enough to go after, but also felt insulted at the same time that this person would even try something like this on her. She never carried herself like a potential victim, so she was going to have some fun with this thief. “How cute. You must be the thief going around town capturing helpless women and stealing their jewelry. You chose me today, huh? Well, that was a mistake.” she said with a sadistic smile on her face.
The thief was stunned. Not only did this woman catch her in the act, but she was also now being very defiant and showed no fear at all. That got her worried because her victims always had fear. It was her advantage over them. She wondered if she should just go back out the window from which she came or try to subdue this woman and really torture her. “Listen to me! I don’t want to hurt you! Do what I tell you or face some serious consequences! I mean it!” she yelled.
“Face some serious consequences, huh? What are you going to do? Bite my ankles? Hehe” Sylvia grinned. She wanted to unnerve this thief and cause them to make a mistake. She knew this thief relied on control of the victims. She looked at the small stature and knew this would be an easy matchup.
The thief was stunned at the defiance at this woman. She always had her victims cower in fear and this one was insulting her. Part of her mind told her to run because she did not have the mental advantage and couldn’t use fear. The other part of her mind was angry at the defiance and now this was more than just taking this woman’s valuables. It was about teaching her a lesson in manners! “Ok, you asked for it! You will regret this, and you will suffer!” she yelled with her emotions getting out of control.
Sylvia had a calm smile on her face when she saw the intruder headed her way. She knew she was in emotional control and when the thief swung at her, she easily moved to the side, then countered with a quick punch to the stomach. It wasn’t hard, but enough to make this thief reconsider coming after her. She figured it would be a good time to use the fighting skills she learned from her bounty hunter friends because eventually, she might need them against Darby Reeves! “That’s all you got? Hmmm… easier than I thought.” she taunted.
The thief was enraged when she missed her swing, and her stomach was punched. It stunned her and then she heard those taunts. She wanted to tear this woman from limb to limb, then tickle her to death! She tried to bull rush her, but suddenly the woman moved out of the way and before she could react, she was spun around and then got hit right in her hooded face. That really stunned her, and she started to wobble. Then she lost her mind when she felt a kick to her stomach, and she hunched over.
Sylvia managed to strike the thief in the jaw and then kicked her in the stomach. As soon as she saw the thief hunched over, she lifted a knee into the stomach again, then grabbed the hood at the top, lifted the thief upright, then smiled. “Goodnight…..” then pinched a nerve in the collarbone area.
The thief felt her wind leave her body again when the knee hit her, then as she felt herself lifting upright, she saw Sylvia ready to strike her and then suddenly, she felt the hand pinching her collarbone and she started to black out. The last image in her eyes before she blacked out and hit the floor was a smiling Sylvia.
Sylvia looked at the knocked-out thief and she grinned. She yawned for a moment and then shook her head. She loved how easily she dispatched the same thief that was causing terror amongst everyone. Now, there the thief was, knocked out and on the floor. She decided against punching the thief directly in the face, because she wanted to unmask them. She wanted the thief to be conscious when that happened. Then an idea filled her mind, and she figured it would be a good time to practice her torture technique. It was going to be a lot of fun tickling this thief. She looked at the small body and started to determine this was a woman. When she touched the thief after hitting them in the stomach and then the collarbone, she doubted it was the physique of a man. That really excited her because now she could play with this woman and drive her wild. Sylvia knelt down, then scooped up the thief and then carried her over to the bed. She confirmed in her mind that this was a woman because they were very light weight. “Hehehehe you are not very good at subduing women who can fight back.” she joked to herself.
Sylva then placed the woman on the bed and noticed a pouch near the bed. She wondered if there were ropes inside because this thief did tie up the women she robbed. It would be poetic if the thief herself would be tied up with her own ropes. She opened the pouch and found several ropes in there and she smiled. She didn’t even have to use her own ropes and could just use those instead. She took out several of them and got prepared to tie her down. Then an idea came to her mind. She loved the idea and started to get to work. She wanted to strip the thief naked but leave the hood on the head. When she removed the hood, it would be the ultimate humiliation for someone who tormented so many other women. She went to the right foot and started to unlace that small shoe. She noticed the size was very small and that it would be fun. Once she unlaced the shoe, she removed it and tossed it over her shoulder. She looked at the black sock and saw just how small the foot was. It appeared to be a size 5 or even shorter. She then went over to the left shoe and unlaced it. Once she pulled it off, she looked inside, and it was a size 5 shoe. She casually tossed that shoe over her shoulder and giggled. “You are such a tiny thing! Now, let’s see what you look like naked.” she said with a smile.
Sylvia then started to peel the left sock off. She saw the sock sliding down the leg and saw some pale skin. Once it cleared the ankle, she felt herself getting a bit excited. The sock then came off the heel and that creamy skin was exposed. She liked what she saw so far and kept pulling the sock off the foot. The heel was well rounded and then the arch started to appear. She could already tell the foot was going to be a thick little foot because the arch was minimal, and the flesh was quite meaty. The ball of the tiny foot then appeared, and it looked quite tender. Once she pulled the sock off the toes, she couldn’t help but smile. They were tiny toes but resembled little grapes. She thought they were so adorable and couldn’t wait to find out how ticklish they were. She then went over to the right sock and quickly peeled that sock off. She saw the tiny toes on that foot and knew this woman was probably going to be really adorable. She clapped her hands with excitement because now it was time to remove the trousers. She went to the belt buckle and started to undo it. Sylvia grinned as she heard the thief sleeping away with the softest snoring sounds. She loved knocking people out and taking advantage of them. Once the belt came undone, she slid it out from the trousers and tossed it to the floor. She then unbuttoned the pants, and grabbed both the pants and underwear, she slid them off the thief’s hips and slid down those small legs. She then pulled it off the feet and now this thief’s entire lower body was naked. She then looked at the spot between the legs and smiled. There were those blond pubic hairs and that meant whoever this was, was a blond woman. It also confirmed what she already knew. This thief that terrorized the town was in fact, a woman. “Oooh!! So, you’re a woman! This will be even better. I bet that pussy of yours will be lots of fun!” she said and getting really excited.
Sylvia then started to unbutton the shirt. She was getting more thrilled knowing that this thief was going to have her body played with. She really hoped she was ticklish, because it would be great fun for her. She knew this thief caused fear in her victims, so she wanted to instill fear into her! Once the shirt came undone, she opened it up, then slowly took it off the arms. The shirt was now clear from the body, and she tossed it to the floor. Now it was time for the bra. She giggled when she saw those very small breasts and had to make sure she made fun of them to embarrass this thief. She then reached under the back and unclasped the bra. She carefully removed the straps off the shoulders, then took the cups right off the chest. She giggled when she saw the naked breasts. They were in fact very small and these light brown nipples were also small. She wanted to really embarrass this woman and now it was time to tie her up. She was completely naked and would be helpless. She started to get excited about the thought of the thief waking up, realizing she was naked, then having her hooded mask come off. It would be such a sweet moment. She grabbed the ropes and then quickly tied one end of the rope to the right wrist, then the other one to the headboard of the bed, lifting the arm up slightly. She repeated the procedure with the left wrists and now, the thief’s arms were tied above her head and slightly elevated. Sylvia moved to the ankles and giggled because there was so much room between the thief’s foot and the foot of the bed. She tied a longer rope to the right ankle, then the other end to the leg of the bed. She then finally tied down the left ankle in the same manner, then stood up. She felt proud of herself because this once proud thief was now naked and tied to the bed spreadeagled. She saw that nice looking pussy and saw how pink the lips were between the legs. Her adrenaline started to flow because now it was time to wake this woman up. She went over to the head and gently started to slap both cheeks to wake her up. “Wakey wakey! Come on, wake up!” she taunted while she slightly slapped the woman.
The thief started to come to from her slumber. She felt a little groggy then her mind started to clear. She tried to move her limbs but then realized she couldn’t! She started to move her body, and all of her limbs were immobile. She lifted her head to see what was going on and looked towards her feet. She froze in absolute shock when she realized she was naked! She could see her breasts and her blond pubic hair. Then she looked to her left and saw her would be victim standing there with a huge smile on her face. Fear tore right through her body because for the first time in her criminal life, she was caught! “WHAT THE HELL???? LET ME GO!!” she yelled.
“hehehe you’re awake now! That is a good thing! Sorry I had to knock you out so easily. You were a little boring to fight and way too easy. So, I decided since you wanted to spend time with me instead of leaving when you had the chance, we would have some fun together! I wanted to make you comfortable so we could play some……games. Hehehe” Sylvia taunted. She could see the woman started to struggle in her bondage and that really excited her. She knew she had this woman dead to rights and it was time to humiliate her.
The thief was stunned that she was captured. She also felt fear growing inside her when she heard that they would be playing games. She also realized this was no normal woman. This woman had some kind of fighting skills. She started to get mad at herself for thinking of robbing this woman and now she was trapped with no way to escape. The only thing she could do was bluster her way out of this and hoped the woman would let her go. “Listen to me right now! You had better let me go! It will not be good for your health to have me trapped like this! AND WHY AM I NAKED???!!!” she screamed.
“You’re naked because I wanted to see if you were cute. You are cute! Such a tiny body! Your tits are about as flat as a wall, your feet look like a child’s and your legs are quite thin and very short. You are such a tiny little thing! I will say this, however. You have a very, very pretty pussy.” Sylvia teased. She couldn’t wait to see the reaction from the thief when she insulted her body. She wanted to play mind games with her, then perform the ultimate domination thing. To expose her face. When she was taking off the thief’s clothes, she did wonder what she looked like. She hoped it was a pretty face. She wanted to truly embarrass the woman but if her face was cute, then she really would like to force an orgasm out of her.
The thief felt embarrassed when she heard Sylvia insulting her body. She knew she was small and used it to her advantage when she was robbing people. Her small and agile body was very important for her to be successful. But now that she was caught, the insults to her body really hurt her and she felt really angry at the woman who was smiling at her. “You bitch! Let me go NOW!!!!” she yelled.
“Bitch? Did you just call me a bitch? Hehehehe You’re so cute.” Sylvia mocked and then sat on the bed. She could see the struggling within the bonds and knew she had this woman right where she wanted. Now, it was time to humiliate her. She looked at the hooded mask and wondered what this woman looked like. It was going to be such a devastating moment for the thief, and it was time to crush her. “You know, I am a bitch. I am a mean, CRUEL, bitch. So mean, that I will do the one thing that will hurt your pathetic feelings. I want to see your face. Let’s get this mask off of you and see what you look like...” she said with an evil grin.
The thief gasped when she heard Sylvia’s response. She couldn’t believe her ears and now the realization of those words sank into her heart. She was completely naked, but that is not what terrified her. She was caught like a rat and now, her identity was about to be exposed. That would destroy her career as a thief in the night. The fear of going to jail filled her mind and she was also concerned about something else in her life. If her identity was known, it would destroy not just her life. “No!!! Y-You can’t!! Don’t you dare!!!” she yelled with fear in her voice.
“Awww….you sound scared. You are probably really ugly, but rest assured, I don’t care if you are ugly. I just want to see who you are. After all, you are the one who caused so many women in this town to fear you. You are the tiniest little thing, yet you made so many people fearful. So, let’s see what you look like. Hehehe” Sylvia said, then got herself closer to the head area. She could see the thief squirming and moving her head around. She knew this would break this woman mentally and be another woman she destroyed in her career. She reached her left hand forward and gripped the thief’s neck, slightly choking her. She heard her gasping and struggling, then she used her right hand to grab the top of the mask. She figured she would choke her a little to force her to keep her head from moving all over the place. She got a good grip on the mask, then pulled it right off the top of the head! She held the mask up in her hand and she looked at the face. The identity of the thief was finally revealed! Her eyes widened upon seeing that familiar face. It was a very cute face, and the short, blond hair was the giveaway. She recognized the face and had a huge smile. “I know you. Hehehe You’re one of the dancers at the burlesque show! You are the tiny one!” she said with a smile.
The thief felt herself choked and that caused her to keep her head still while her body was squirming around. Then she felt her heart stop when she felt her mask starting to slip off her head. This was her greatest fear. Being captured and her identity exposed. Then she felt the mask come off her head and now, she was exposed. Her career was over, and she was in total shock. She could see her mask in Sylvia’s hands and then saw her face. That sadistic smile really unnerved her, and she felt defeated. She heard Sylvia mentioning that she was a dancer at the burlesque show, and she felt her body filling with shame. Now, her fellow dancers were going to be in trouble, and it was all her fault. She closed her eyes for a moment and the weight of this moment really sat on her. “Why did you take off my mask?” she asked softly.
“You ARE that dancer at the burlesque show! I remember seeing you there. You were the one dancing and performing very athletic moves as though you were a gymnast.” Sylvia said. She started to feel proud of herself because she was the one person in this town that figured out who the thief was. Now it was time to continue to embarrass this woman. She felt very powerful and wanted to break her will. “What is your name? Wasn’t it…. Ingrid, or something like that?” she asked.
Ingrid looked at Sylvia and the shame continued to fill her soul. She loved being a dancer and she also loved being a thief. She was the one who helped bring money back to Marge and the others by robbing all those women. She was very successful in her adventures in Plotsville and now all of that was in jeopardy because she let her own ego get the best of her. Her brain started to think that she should have left when she had the chance. Now, she was tied up, naked and her identity exposed. “Please…let me go.” she whimpered.
“Hehehe I asked you a question. Is your name, Ingrid? Am I right?” Sylvia asked. She felt herself having a lot of fun and saw the look of defeat in those eyes.
“Yes…..my name is Ingrid. Please, you have to let me go. I am sorry I tried to rob you.” Ingrid said with emotions in turmoil. This was the worst night of her criminal career, and wondered what was going to happen to her next.
“Hehee yeah, you definitely tried to rob the wrong person. Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Sylvia. Sylvia Cartier. I am a trained assassin. That’s what I do for a living. Yep, you picked the WRONG victim today. Hehehe” Sylvia told her. She felt very powerful and because she was a criminal herself, she figured she could introduce herself and her occupation. She knew Ingrid was not going to go around telling her identity because it would expose her own identity.
Ingrid gasped when she heard who Sylvia was. It made it even worse that the victim she went after was a trained assassin. She realized that was why she was so easily captured and how she was even caught inside the room. Then I dawned on her. If this woman was a trained assassin and she was tied up, then it meant that she could possibly be killed right now. That sent of a new tidal wave of fear in her body, and she tried to breathe so she could beg for her life. “No!!! Please don’t kill me!!!” she screamed.
“hehehe kill you? That does sound fun. I mean, you were planning to do who knows what to me, right? You were planning on tying me up and trying to steal my valuables. I should kill you. You are naked and helpless. I know who you are. Ending you would be quite satisfactory.” Sylvia told her. She loved the fear she put inside of Ingrid and wanted to really drive her crazy. “But, I will be nice to you. I won’t kill you. In fact, if you agree to be a test subject, I might even release you. So, how about it? Do you want to be a test subject for me?” she asked with an evil smirk.
Ingrid did not like the look on Sylvia’s face, but whatever being a test subject meant, it was surely better than her losing her life. “Yes!! I will be your test subject! Please don’t kill me!” she begged.
“Good girl!!! You know, for someone who caused great fear, you are really a nice little kitty cat. Hehehe and speaking of kitty cats, yours is very pretty. Hehehe” Sylvia taunted, then gently patted the blond pubic hairs.
Ingrid flinched when she felt that hand petting her mound. That really got her juices flowing and she had no idea what she agreed to. She felt a little relief that she was not going to be killed but still wondered what was going to happen to her. “W-What are you going to do to me? What do you want to test?” she asked.
“That’s a great question! I want to test your body’s responsiveness. I got some major plans happening soon, so I have to keep my skills up. So….” Sylvia began. She loved how hard Ingrid flinched when she petted her pussy. She then moved her fingers to the outstretched left armpit and gently ran her fingertips down the armpit. She felt it flinching and the look on Ingrid’s face told her everything she needed to know.
Ingrid felt those fingers on her armpit, and it sent a major chill in her body. She felt the fingers still softly stroking her skin and she felt that very familiar sensation. It started to tickle her, and she bit her lip. She didn’t want to show Sylvia that she was ticklish. She still wondered what was going to happen to her, but she did not want to give the assassin something to tease her about as well. “What hehehe are you going to DOOOOOOOOOO to me?” she said while squirming when the fingers moved a little faster.
“Hehehehe you are so cute! What am I going to DOOOOOOOOOOOO to you?” Sylvia asked in a mocking voice. She loved how Ingrid was reacting, and it appeared this thief was a ticklish woman. That was such a great find for her because now she could humiliate her in the best kind of way. She then moved her fingers a little faster and those cute little giggles were starting to come out. She paused her fingers for a moment just to tease poor Ingrid again. “Ingrid, could it be? Don’t tell me you are…….ticklish. hehehehe Are you ticklish? Tell me pretty little girl.” she taunted.
Ingrid heard the word “tickle”, and she started to lose it. Out of all the dancers, she was usually the most ticklish one. There were times when they would jump on her and tickle her because of her small stature. It was how she came up with the idea of tickling her victims. It was such a brutal experience for her, and it would make her very submissive to them. Those sessions usually ended up in sex, but the idea of tickle torturing women seemed like a great thing to do. Now, it was happening to her again and she knew she was in deep trouble being tied up and completely naked. “NO!!! DON’T DO IT!!! PLEASE!!! DO NOT DO THAT!!!” she screamed.
“hehehe that’s what I want test, deary. I want to test how ticklish you are. That is why you are my test subject. You did agree to it, right?” Sylvia taunted, then started to scurry her fingers in that exposed armpit. She loved that look on Ingrid’s face and she appeared to be in great distress. “Kitchy, kitchy koo!” she teased.
“NOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE ME!!!!” Ingrid exploded into laughter. She could feel those fingers moving very fast on her armpit and the ticklish feeling was very overwhelming. The fingers were directly in the center of her armpit, and she tried to squirm. There was no way for her to protect her armpit because her arm was tied. She looked over towards that left armpit and she saw fingers moving really fast. She looked right back at Sylvia and saw that look on her face. Her captor had a very happy look on her face and that did not bode well for her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA COME ON!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!!! STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!” she screamed.
“Um, no. I don’t want to stop. I just want to tickle you silly! Hehehe” Sylvia teased, then focused on tickling that armpit. She loved the way Ingrid was screaming, but then it dawned on her. She was in a hotel room and if this woman kept screaming, then someone might come to see if everything was ok. She knew Ingrid was not going to admit who she was to anyone, but she didn’t want to take the chance. Because Ingrid could end up telling someone who she was really and that would destroy her own mission. She then stopped the armpit tickling as an idea came to her mind. She had to gag Ingrid and figured stuffing her own socks in her mouth would be a lot of fun. “You are so LOUD!! Hehehe do you want all of Plotsville to come here?” she giggled.
Ingrid sucked in wind as the tickling finally stopped. She felt her heart beating faster and she realized the predicament she was in. Now that Sylvia tickled her, she was in danger. She tried to pull at her binds, but they held firm. She hoped that she wasn’t going to be tickle tortured. It just seemed like a very humiliating thing to happen to her considering she used it against the victims she robbed. She really enjoyed listening to them scream for mercy. She truly enjoyed making them suffer as they refused to tell her where the jewels were. Her mind started to flashback to a few of the victims. She loved listening to them scream for mercy. She loved the way her fingers made them go absolutely crazy. Even the victims that did not have any jewelry, such as Millie the Plotsville schoolteacher, suffered under her hands. She watched as Sylvia knelt down and picked something up from the floor. She watched intently as she saw the assassin walking to the other side of the bed, knelt down and picked up something. She had no idea what was about to happen next, and she figured she might as well try to convince her to let her go. “Look, I am sorry I tried to rob you. You know who I am. There is no reason to keep me tied up. Just let me go, and you will never hear from me again. I can’t steal from anyone anymore thanks you removing my mask.” she told her.
Sylvia managed to find both socks and she picked them up. She listened to Ingrid trying to convince her to let her go, and it amused her. She wondered how this tiny woman would convince women to give up their valuables. She figured it was a good time to ask, before she gagged her. She sat down on Ingrid’s right side on the bed and looked at her. “Ingrid, you are correct. Your thieving days are over. You can’t go around breaking into any women’s homes and tying them up. I am curious, and please indulge me, how can someone as tiny as you capture women? I mean, how did you manage to learn such great skill?” she asked, then placed her right hand on the stomach and could feel how nervous it was.
Ingrid felt that hand on her stomach and a chill went through her body. She was always very ticklish on her stomach and her fellow dancer Olga loved tickling her there before they ended up having sex. She thought about the question asked and she figured that to avoid any potential torture, she should keep talking. The fingers on her stomach made her nervous, but she had to keep Sylvia’s mind away from tickling her. “I-I was a gymnast for most of m-my life. I-I used my balance abilities to b-break into homes.” she stammered as she felt the fingers slightly moving on her stomach.
Sylvia had a wry smile as she heard that nervous voice. She liked teasing the stomach and wanted to tickle her a lot. However, she was curious about the skill of this woman and wanted to learn everything. She knew how to break into homes and commit assassinations, so she wanted to see if there was something Ingrid knew how to do that she didn’t. “A gymnast, huh? Fascinating. I am guessing you used the element of surprise on your victims, like you tried to do to me. I am curious though, once you captured them and tied them up, how did you get them to tell you where the jewels are. I have already looked through your pouch and I don’t see a gun or a knife or a weapon of any kind. How did you do it?” she asked.
Ingrid got really nervous hearing that question. The fact Sylvia had already tickled her made her very fearful of telling her what she did to her victims. The fingers started to move again, and she knew she better start chatting or she was really going to get it. “Hey!! C-cut hehehehe that out! I will tell you! Just hehehe stop touching my stomach!” she demanded.
“Ok, fine. You’re no fun….hehehe” Sylvia joked then removed her hand from the stomach area. She loved the fact she had captured the notorious thief, and she was going to learn all her methods. She then looked at Ingrid’s face and flashed a sadistic grin. “Ok, tell me.” she said calmly.
Ingrid felt relieved the hand left her stomach. The look on Sylvia’s face started to make her very scared. It was the moment of truth. She was going to reveal her torture method and prayed that the assassin would not use that same method against her because it would be the most horrible irony of her entire life. She closed her eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath. She opened her eyes again and looked at Sylvia and her sadistic smile. “Well….Once I had them tied down, I would….. um…..torture them.” she said softly.
“Torture?? Ooooooh!!! I like the sound of that! Go on, tell me how you tortured them? Did you twist their fingers or something?” Sylvia asked. She was a little excited about the idea that this tiny woman tortured her victims. In a way, she started to admire her. Here was this little woman going around terrifying women in Plotsville and tortured them. She smiled, then started to clap her hands in excitement. “Tell me! How did you torture them?” she asked again.
Ingrid could see how excited Sylvia was and she was in disbelief. Out of all the women she targeted, this one had to be a trained assassin. She swallowed hard because it was time to admit her method. “It is a bit different. Something no one expects. I……I…..please don’t laugh. It really is an effective torture. I….I tickled them….” she said the tickle part very quietly.
Sylvia thought she heard Ingrid say she tickled her victims, but the voice was so low, she couldn’t hear it clearly. She then placed her hands on Ingrid’s sides and started to squeeze that flesh. The body was very thin, so she got a lot of the muscle because there was no fat on this woman. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you! Speak up!” she demanded.
“WAIT!! NOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO!!!” Ingrid wailed away as she felt the hands squeezing on her sides. She did not expect that attack and now the intensity of her laughter increased. She really did not want to be tickled and because she was tied down, she felt so helpless. It started to really sink into her mind that this was how her victims felt. When she played with the other dancers, she was never tied down. It was something fun and they held her down, but she at least got some tickles back in. With her being tied down, her entire body was helpless, and she could not defend herself. The ticklish feelings were tearing through her body, and she needed to get herself free. Now the desperation of her victims filled her mind, and she was going to be just like them. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I TICKLED THEM!!! IT TICKLED THEM!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP IT PLEASE!!!” she screamed.
Sylvia laughed when she heard that desperate laughter. There was something very cute about Ingrid’s laughter that amused her. She loved watching that tiny body move as much as it could. She never had a victim this short before and it was going to be fun exploring that body. She then released her hands and wanted to wait for Ingrid to calm down. She heard her scream that she tickled her victims and that really got her excited. She found it absolutely amazing that this woman tickled women and forced them to give up their jewels. She knew how effective tickling could be and when she learned it from Thalia, Helga and Svetlana, she thought it would be something rare to use. Now she wanted to know why this thief used tickling instead of the more painful torture methods. “You tickled them? How cute! Why do you tickle them? Why not break their fingers or something else painful.” she asked.
Ingrid started to suck in wind after that tickle attack. She started to really get nervous because her own ticklishness was getting out of control. She was always dreadfully ticklish, and she was glad she did not consume any of the potion that Marge had. If she did, then she would probably lose her mind and get committed to some kind of asylum. She felt her heart race and her mind was spinning. She heard Sylvia’s question, and she knew she better answer or more tickling was going to happen. “I-I do it…..because….it can…be torture. Like,…how it is…..right now.” she panted.
“hehehe I will agree! Yes, tickling can be torture. Now you see what I like to do to victims of mine that will not be killed by me. hehehehe” Sylvia responded. She then took the tip of her right index finger and slowly started to drag it from right below the breasts and right down the stomach. She felt the stomach quivering and the giggles had already returned. It was a lot of fun tickling a woman who used tickling herself. “hehehe I do find it ironic that you use tickling as torture, when you are ticklish yourself. Hehehe I like that you use it. As you already know, it is very effective. Hmmmm…. A thief that used tickling. I guess you are the Tickling Thief! Haha” she laughed at her own joke.
Ingrid heard what was said but she couldn’t really respond because that finger was dragging down her very sensitive stomach and it was driving her crazy. Her body started to twitch around, and she couldn’t help but let giggles out. She looked at that finger dragging across her very sensitive skin and she wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there. “hehehehe stop tickling me! Please!!” she cried out.
“I like tickling you. It is a lot of fun actually. Just when I thought my night was going to be boring, you showed up and are the perfect tickle toy! Now, I want to have a lot of fun with you, but you can get very loud. I think I will keep you quiet for a moment, and then we can chat in a little bit. I have got more questions to ask of you. So, tickle tickle.” Sylvia said then started to scrabble her fingers over the exposed belly. She loved that reaction and saw Ingrid twisting as much as she could, even though her body still remained in place because she was tied spreadeagled. She looked at her mouth that was wide open, she quickly stuffed both of the socks into the mouth. She stuffed them deep enough so Ingrid could not spit them out, and it served as a great gag. “There we go. Now I can tickle you and you can scream as loud as you like. Hehehe” she told her.
Ingrid’s eyes popped wide open when she felt something getting stuffed in her mouth. She had no idea what was shoved in her mouth, but the taste of it was odd. It felt like cloth material and knew she had been gagged. That was not a good sign for her because just like she did with her victims, there was about to be some ruthless tickling, and she wouldn’t be able to scream loud enough for someone to come help her. Her eyes grew big when she saw Sylvia’s fingers wiggling in the air. Then they suddenly went to her sides, and she exploded in laughter. “AAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOO” she screamed into her gag.
Sylvia felt a rush of adrenaline flowing through her body as she heard that horrific muffled laughter. She loved the fact that she got to torture someone while she was in Plotsville. She figured she would come to this town, befriend Darby to scout her, then perhaps look at some of the women in town as potential sex slaves, then leave. This was the best moment of all. She loved tickling helpless women, and what she did to her last victim was fun. She enjoyed torturing Kylie and thought she was done with tickling someone until the trafficking ring was going. Ingrid was such a fun target, and she wanted to make sure she really had some fun with her. She was also curious about some of her methods and looked forward to forcing her to tell her some. Her fingers sank into that flesh on the sides and the reaction was beautiful. This tiny body was about to be a lot of fun for her.
Ingrid could feel the hands sinking onto her sides and the ticklish electricity really tore through her. She still couldn’t believe she was captured and tied down. She was naked and she was unmasked. It was her worst nightmare and now she was being tickled as well. She couldn’t help but laugh. It was a horrible feeling for her, which is why she loved doing it to her victims. She also could taste the material in her mouth and wondered what was stuffed inside her mouth. It muffled her screams, and that made it all the worse. She screamed in laughter as loud as she could and hoped there would be some kind of mercy.
Syvia couldn’t help but giggle as she heard that desperate laughter coming from Ingrid. It was very funny that a woman who went around tickling others, was deathly ticklish herself. She loved how the face of Ingrid started to turn red and knew she was already in agony. Her eyes looked at the tiny breasts and she laughed again. She couldn’t wait to play with them and then insult her. She heard that muffled scream and she saw the look in the eyes. She started to think that Ingrid was probably wondering what was in her mouth. She paused her tickling for a moment and wanted to play mind games. She looked over the naked body and waited for Ingrid to calm down for a moment. “Awww….you really are so ticklish. Hey, I bet you are wondering what is inside your mouth. Am I right?” she asked.
Ingrid took in as much air as she could when the tickling stopped. Her body was tingling, and she started to pull at her binds once again. The ropes were tied tight, and she couldn’t get herself free. She heard the question posed to her and she did in fact wonder what was inside her mouth. The taste was strange, and she could taste some salt. She nodded her head yes and hoped for an answer.
“hehehe You are going to love it! You see, I want to have some fun with you. That includes humiliating you too. So, I thought the best way to get you to laugh your cute little head off without waking up all of Plotsville was to stuff your mouth with something personal of yours. Your socks! Don’t your feet taste great?” Sylvia said, then had a knowing smirk on the face. She saw Ingrid’s eyes light up and she knew the woman was about to be disgusted.
Ingrid heard that answer and he felt herself wanting to gag. She couldn’t believe her own socks were in her mouth. She had been wearing them for quite some time. She wasn’t scheduled to dance on this particular day, so she never got into her dancer outfits and was in her shoes and socks for most of the day. Now she understood the salty taste and she felt so humiliated. She closed her eyes for a moment and that made the taste really start to settle in. She opened her eyes and started to whimper. She wanted to get her socks out of her mouth and avoid having to taste her own foot sweat. “Please…take them out.” she whimpered.
“Hehehe no. I think they can stay there for a little while longer. You should be grateful. Or I wonder if you would be disappointed. I did for a brief moment think about stuffing that mouth of yours with your underwear. Hehehe can you imagine? You would taste your own pussy! Now THAT would have been fun. Have you ever wondered what your pussy tastes like?” Sylvia taunted. She was starting to enjoy herself because she was in complete control. She started to wonder what else she could do to this thief. She even started to think about potentially turning her in to Darby to be arrested. If she did that, then Darby would fully trust her and would probably even reward her. That would really be a good thing. She also wondered how else she could use this capture to her advantage. She then pressed her fingers into the ribs to torment Ingrid while she contemplated what her end game with the woman was going to be. “Hmmm…..what should I do with you?” she mused.
Ingrid exploded in laughter when she felt those fingers now digging into her ribs. She tried desperately to move her body around, but she was tied too tight. She looked at the fingers pressing into her delicate ribcage and the ticklish tremors completely overwhelmed her body. She closed her eyes and screamed as loud as she could into the sock gag. She still couldn’t believe she was gagged with her own socks. She still couldn’t believe she was even in this position and getting tortured. The fingers were now finding the creases in her ribs and tickled each one. She saw how the fingers moved from one rib to another, and it became clear to her that his assassin knew how to tickle someone as well. It surprised her that there were people out there that knew how to use tickling as a form of torture. She thought her and her fellow dancers were the only ones to discover that method and use it on helpless people. The fingers were focused on the lower part of her ribs and each poke drove more intense tickling feelings in her body. “YOU GOT TO STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T TAKE IT!!!” she screamed into her socks.
Sylvia continued to move her fingers deftly with each rib, making sure she tried to cover each spot. The ribs were a smaller area considering the small stature of this woman. As her fingers continued to poke, prod and squeeze, she tried to think about what she could do with Ingrid. Letting her go without using her was not an option. For the moment, turning in the Tickling Thief seemed like such a great idea. Not only Darby, but the rest of the town would probably appreciate her and even honor her. It would be such a great moment to have the citizens honoring her, even though she planned to kidnap a few of the women, including Darby, to become sex slaves. “What should I do with you? What should I do with this ticklish little doll that I have? hehehehe give me some ideas!” she taunted as she continued to tickle the ribs.
Ingrid groaned in ticklish agony as she heard Sylvia just talking to her. It was so embarrassing to her that she was not in control. She felt helpless and that bothered her more than anything else. She wished she could somehow get herself free, then attack Sylvia. The fact this woman bested her really hurt her ego and she wanted some kind of revenge. Her mind was still in ticklish turmoil, but she wondered if her attacker was ticklish too. She wanted to find out and then make her suffer. She would put her socks in her mouth to see how she liked it as well. She looked at Sylvia’s smirking face and she started to really hate her. She glared at her while she was laughing, doing whatever she could to focus on not being so ticklish.
Sylvia saw the look on Ingrid’s face and smiled. She knew that look. Even though the tiny woman was laughing her head off, she could tell the anger was growing inside her. That’s what she wanted to see. She knew this woman had to have had an ego and being tied down and tortured was humiliating. Now it was time to torment her ego and start to break this woman down. Her ticklishness would be her undoing, and it was time to make her suffer. She paused her tickling of the ribs and smiled. “Hehehe look at that face! You must really hate me right now. I hope you do. You should hate a lot of things. For starters, I know you hate having tiny tits. Hehehe No wonder no one knew your gender. They talked about how you could have been a small man. Now that I have seen your chest, a man has bigger tits than you. HAHAHAHAHAHA” she insulted with a laugh.
Ingrid started to blush when she heard that insult. She was confident in her body and could get men horny, but she did wish her chest was bigger. She wished she had breasts like her fellow dancer, Rita. She managed to use her small chest to her advantage and became a thief. She liked the fact that no one knew her gender when she attacked the victims. Now that she was captured, and her chest was being made fun of, that really hit her hard. She knew this woman was going to break her ego. Even though she was already getting tired, she wanted to fight this woman. “Leave me alone!” she yelled.
“Hehehe yes, you have some TINY tits. You are a dancer, so I guess there are some men out there who like women that have no chest at all.” Sylvia said with a mocking smile. She really liked messing with Ingrid’s head and wanted to keep her off balanced. She then reached her hand forward and tweaked the right nipple. She heard a small grunt, so she tweaked the nipple again. She started to hear more grunts, then she took the nipple between her index finger and thumb and lifted the nipple up as far she could go, pulling on the breasts. “There! Now your chest is bigger. You can thank me. hehehe” she joked.
Ingrid felt her nipple being pulled on and it caused her some pain. Then she heard that insult and it really bothered her. This woman wanted to embarrass her and so far, she was doing just that. She felt her nipple getting let go and she felt it throb a little. She glared at Sylvia and wished she could knock that woman out, strip her naked and do terrible ticklish things to her.
“Hehehehe you are STILL glaring at me? You shouldn’t be mad! In fact, you should laugh a lot more. It does a body good!” Sylvia said, then plunged her fingers once again to the very vulnerable ribs. She dug in as hard as she could, and she loved the reaction she got. Ingrid seemed to be very ticklish on her ribs and she wanted to punish her a little bit and drive her crazy. “There you go! That’s it. Just laugh and laugh and laugh. When you start being nice to me and look at me with loving eyes, that is when I will stop tickling your ribs. You decide….” she told her.
Ingrid exploded in laughter once those fingers went after her ribs again. She felt them pushing into the spaces between her ribs and she absolutely lost control. The tickling feeling hit her like a log in the back of the head and she screamed. It tickled intensely and she tried to desperately pull her limbs free again. She could even feel the ropes starting to dig into her flesh because she was pulling so hard. She started to lose control of her body as she just couldn’t stop laughing. It was all too much and even though she wanted to keep hating Sylvia, the tickling was breaking her down. This is what she did to her victims, and it was being done to her. Fear now started to grow because she might lose this battle and become submissive to the assassin. She closed her eyes and just continued to laugh into her gag. There was no escape from this predicament, and that knowledge seemed to amplify her own ticklishness. The fingers moved to the upper parts of her ribs and that made her body convulse in ticklish agony. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!!” she screamed.
“Look who is a ticklish little girl! Heheheh look how ticklish you are! The dangerous thief is just a ticklish little bitch! Hehehehe you are a bitch, you know that? You deserve this! I bet each of your victims would love to get their revenge on you! You know, that might be a great idea! I could turn you in and arrange it that each of your victims get to tickle you! They will see your naked body and have their way with you. I bet they tickle these same ribs I am tickling. They won’t stop. I will tell them to keep tickling you until you lose your mind. Oh, and you have to give their jewels back. I think it is a great way to serve you justice! Hehehehe tickle tickle!” Sylvia taunted as she continued to attack the ribs. She loved taunting Ingrid because once she broke her ego, then she could really have some fun with her. She kept thinking about what she wanted to do with this woman. She even thought about how she could break her permanently. There was one way to do so and that was to rip an orgasm out of her. She remembered that every time she did that, her own victim would be so broken and so submissive. She liked that idea and couldn’t wait to do it to poor Ingrid.
Ingrid continued to laugh uncontrollably as her ribs were being tickled. The sensations were very powerful, and she felt her body temperature getting hotter. She could also hear the cruel taunts from Sylvia. The thought of her victims coming back and doing this to her really seemed to intensify the ticklish feelings. She imagined someone like Donna Prescott tickling her. That woman was an evil bitch to her, so she would torture her without mercy. She even thought about the clumsy deputy, Becky Lockhart. She would probably tickle her all over with the goofy grin and that would make her insane. She thought about poor Millie who suffered even though she did not have any jewelry. If those women got back to her, along with the many others, she would be in Tickle Hell. The fingers were now going up and down her ribs and that made her shriek even louder. She looked at Sylvia and could see she was having too much fun with her. She wanted to use her hate to try and diminish the ticklish feelings, but nothing seemed to make the sensations stop. She started shaking her head left and right, doing anything she could to deal with the horrible ticklish feelings flowing through her body.
Sylvia saw the thrashing and the headshaking, and she loved it. She knew her words must have been getting to poor Ingrid. She could see her will starting to slip and she just wanted to torture her. Her eyes looked at the exposed armpits and decided to play with them a little bit. She moved her fingers away from the ribs, and without missing a beat, started to scrabble her nails all across those armpit surfaces. “Are your armpits just as ticklish? Hehehe” she taunted.
Ingrid screamed into her sock gag even louder. The fingers came off her ribs and now were scraping along her armpits and that really got her body rocking. She never got tortured this long before. Even with her fellow dancers holding her down and tickling her all over, they did it just to get her squirming, then started to play with her sexually. This was just torture. This was what she did to others. She closed her eyes and all she could think about were those nails scraping all over her pits. She wished she could kick the woman or just spit at her. But there was nothing else she could do but endure the relentless tickling assault. Her body started to get tired, and her lungs were burning. She made eye contact once again and wished there could be some sort of break because the tickling was starting to make her crack. She didn’t want to become submissive like her victims, but if this kept going, she might not have a choice but to submit.
Sylvia formed an evil smile on her face as she saw Ingrid looking at her. She got happy because she could sense the fear in those eyes and knew the body had to start breaking down. Her fingers moved quicker across the armpits, and she watched poor Ingrid scream into her sock gag. She wanted complete control over this woman. She wanted to keep tormenting her in preparation for her true prize, Deputy Darby Reeves. She started to imagine if this was Darby tied down, naked and being tickled by her. She thought about what Thalia told her about the weakest ticklish spots on the body and that made her smile. The most famous of Darby’s weak spots were the soles of her feet. That reminded her of Ingrid’s tiny little feet. They weren’t big like Darby’s, but they were so cute and if this woman was ticklish on her upper body, then her feet could be really bad. She decided to play a little mind game with Ingrid, so she stopped the armpit tickling and paused for a moment. She wanted to let her catch her breath for a moment, then torment her mind. “That’s right, breathe. Just breathe. Poor little thing. You are so tickly! Hehehe” she teased.
Ingrid groaned in the aftermath of that tickling assault on her pits. She felt some gratitude that the tickling stopped, but she still hated Sylvia for doing this to her. Her dignity was slipping away, and her body was getting very tired as well. She took in huge breaths into her lungs and stared at her attacker. It was that smug smile, and those taunting words that really irritated her, but she knew it was part of the torture. She did the same to her victims and now she could feel their plight and how effective it was. She wondered what was about to happen next because it didn’t appear that Sylvia was done with her. “Stop…….stop doing this to me.” she said to her.
“Hehehe nope. I LIKE doing this to you! You are so much fun. You know, I need to get comfortable first. One second, please.” Sylvia said then stood up. She had been tickling Ingrid from sitting to the side of her. She figured she would now get between her legs so her own body angle to tickle Ingrid would work better. She slowly slipped off her leather boots and wiggled her stockinged toes. It was something she was going to do soon before she encountered this tiny woman. She felt some relief and then climbed onto the bed and in between Ingrid’s spread legs. She could still see that exposed pussy of her victim and looked forward to playing with it. Now, she sat on her heels and made herself comfortable. It was time to keep torturing this woman and just drive her insane. “Ok, where was I? Oh, I wanted to give you a choice! You see, I really love tickling you. You are far better than I imagined. It makes it better because of who you are. You are the Tickling Thief! You were so successful at what you were doing, but now you are a total failure. Bringing you down has got to be one of my best moments in this hellhole of a town. I was worried that I wouldn’t tickle anyone, but thanks to you being stupid, I got my chance! With that being said, here is your choice. I really, really, have a desire to tickle some feet. I mean, I want to REALLY tickle some feet. Yours are SOOOOOOOO cute too! But, I will leave it up to you. Do you want me to tickle your feet, or should I keep tickling those armpits of yours. If I tickle your feet, I won’t stop for quite some time. But if you choose your armpits, I will tickle you until you pass out, then wake you up and tickle you again. In fact, I just might take you home with me and become a sex slave! Can you imagine? A successful thief is now servicing me sexually!” she told her.
Ingrid’s eyes went wide with shock when she heard that choice. That really wasn’t a choice because both options were terrible. She really did not want her feet tickled because of how sensitive they always were. Her tiny toes curled in fear, but she thought about the other option. If her armpits were tickled again, she would lose control of her body. It would also mean she would become a sex slave to this woman. She would no longer work with Marge and the others, and her life would be miserable. She really did not want her feet tickled, but with her own freedom potentially on the line, she had to make a hard decision. She knew that if she didn’t answer, then both areas would be tickled anyway. That was the method of tickle torture. To play with a victim’s mind and make them panic. Now, she understood just how effective that method was because it made her make an impossible choice. “My feet…..my feet.” she whimpered.
“Hehehe awwww….your feet? I like that. But I want to tickle some pits a little while longer. I think you need to beg me to tickle your feet. So, start begging!!!!” Sylvia demanded, then leaned forward and started to run her nails all over the armpits again. She felt the body immediately tense up and started to shake. She heard that explosive laughter in that sock gag and she loved it. It was time to torture Ingrid even more and make her mind snap. She wanted to completely break this woman because a new plan started to form in her head. She loved the idea of what Ingrid’s future would be and it could pay off her not only her, but for Priscilla Montenegro as well.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHA MY FEET!!! HAHAHAHAH TICKLE MY FEEEEET!!!! THE FEET! THE FEEEEEET!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I DON’T HAHAHAHAHAHA WANT TO BE A SEX SLAVE!!!!” Ingrid screamed as loud as she could into her gag. The armpit tickling threw her off and the intensity was sky high. She felt those nails all over her pits, hitting some very tender spots in the center and even the outer edges. She wished she could reveal some information or something to get this tickling to stop, but it appeared that Sylvia wasn’t interested in information. She just wanted to torture her and that really got into her head. She kept screaming to have her feet tickled because she did not want to be a sex slave. Not to this woman who would surely torture her every day and make her life miserable.
Sylvia felt her body filling with pure joy hearing poor Ingrid screaming to tickle her feet. The mind game she played worked. She didn’t intend on making Ingrid a sex slave, but the fact she was willing to have her little feet tickled instead of becoming a sex slave made her very happy. The little thief was losing the battle of wills, and it meant she was going to push her over the edge. She listened to Ingrid scream about her feet, then she stopped the armpit tickling. She then leaned back on her heels and watched Ingrid try to calm down. She heard that soft groaning and those residual giggles and knew the poor thing was wearing down. She looked to her left and to her right and she saw those short legs. She then turned her head slightly behind her and could see the tops of those tiny feet. Those stubby toes looked so helpless. She shuddered thinking about how she would tickle them and got excited. She then looked back at Ingrid’s face and could see her eyes were closed and she was trying to suck in as much air as possible. “Awwww….you look cute when you’re tired. Honestly, I think you made a good choice!” she joked.
Ingrid felt her lungs burning and her body started to ache. She had already been put through a stress test of her body, and she wished her torment was over. Then the thought of her feet being tickled made her tense again. Just from the tickling she received already, she knew her feet were in ticklish danger, and she was really going to suffer. She looked at Sylvia’s face and now she felt the intimidation of her look. That was the one advantage that Sylvia had instead of her. With her victims, they couldn’t see her face. They couldn’t see her sinister smile or looks of joy as she tickle tortured them. Now, she could see what it looked like, and it worried her. Her attacker was enjoying herself too much and the facial expressions were really breaking her down. She started to feel nervous again and she couldn’t help but beg for mercy. “Please….let me go. Please don’t torture my feet. I-I learned my lesson…..I won’t try to rob anyone ever again.” she whimpered.
“Hehehehe I don’t really care if you do or not. I am not here to end your pathetic career. I do have plans for you. When I am done breaking you, I will let you know what I want you to do for me. But for now, let’s do what I know you wanted to do to me! hehehe If you went around tying women up, and tickling them until they gave up their jewels, that’s what you were planning on doing to me, right? Tie me up, take off my boots and just tickle me all over my body and feet until I give you what you wanted. I do have my boots off, but you will not get the chance to see if I am ticklish or not. Here, look.” Sylvia teased, then leaned back and unfolded her legs. She then placed her black stockinged feet directly on Ingrid’s belly and exposed her soles to Ingrid’s eyes. She wanted to taunt her and set her up for her next torture. She looked at the small feet next to her and it was just going to be a moment before she tickled the life out of them. She started to flex her toes and move her feet around, doing her best to tease Ingrid. “See my feet? I know you can’t see the skin, but my feet are quite tender right now. I bet you wish you had your grubby little paws on them and tickle them. Go ahead. Touch them. See if my feet are ticklish. Come on. Maybe I might laugh my head off.” she teased.
Ingrid was stunned as she saw those two soles facing her. She could see they were shapely and wondered what they looked like. She could smell a slight scent from those feet. Those feet must have been inside those leather boots all day long and she loved it when they were freshly taken out of the shoes. She saw the toes wiggling a bit and it teased her. The feet didn’t look too large, but they weren’t small either. She looked at how the foot would go from the heels, then spread a little as her eyes went up the soles and then saw how the toes descended in length from that big toe to the baby toe on both feet. Her mind started to wonder what it would be like to touch those feet. To see if they were soft or not. To see what color the skin on the soles was. She started to wonder if they were ticklish. That was her original plan when she first broke into this hotel room. She was going to tie this woman up, and tickle her all over. Ingrid really wanted to tickle the feet and now that they were sitting on her stomach and facing her, her desire to play with them grew. She wanted to hear laughter when her fingers would dance all over them. Then she would tear the stockings open and go after the bare feet. It reminded her of when she got to tickle Millie’s feet and many others. The way a helpless woman would scream when their feet were tickled was always such a great time for her and that was usually when they snapped and revealed their jewelry. She started to feel her lust growing because after being humiliated and tortured herself, tickling those feet would be the greatest revenge ever. “Your feet….I-I want them….” she muttered as she stared at those stockinged soles.
“I bet you do. So touch them. Feel my feet in her hands. Tear my stockings off and expose my bare feet. I bet you would absolutely LOVE to move your fingers all over the bottoms of my feet. Hoping that I would be laughing uncontrollably. I know you want to torture me. To make me laugh and laugh and laugh until I couldn’t stand it anymore and become your little pet. Is that what you want to do with me, Ingrid? Do you want to know if I am ticklish? Do you think I have ticklish feet?” Sylvia teased. She loved the mind game she was doing to her prisoner. She wanted to get Ingrid’s mind and body charged up with desire so she could really torture her. She did wonder what it would have been like to be trapped and have this tiny woman tickle her feet. She must have had talent because all those victims gave up their jewels. She figured the little thief wasn’t going to be as talented as her bounty hunter friends but could still do a lot of damage. She loved how she set Ingrid up and now she waited for her to take the bait.
Ingrid heard that question and started to feel her body aching with desire. She would love to tickle those feet. She started to move her hands but got frustrated because they were still tied to the headboard and not able to get her hands on those warm feet. She wanted to tear those stockings and have a ball. “Yes!!! I do think you have ticklish feet! I know you do! Give them to me! I-I promise I will be very kind to them. Please….” she started to beg into her gag.
“Hehehehe well, you will never know if I have ticklish feet. Maybe they are, maybe they are not., But I do know this………” Sylvia began. She then took her feet off of the stomach and now sat Indian style on the bed between those spread legs. She then reached both her hands out to the soles of Ingrid’s trapped feet and wiggled her fingers. “……YOU have ticklish feet!” she told her, then started to scrabble her fingers on the bottoms of those feet.
Ingrid saw those soles quickly disappear and suddenly she saw Sylvia looking right back at her sitting on the bed between her legs. Then she heard her words and suddenly, fingers were stroking the bottoms of her own feet. That caught her off guard and she exploded into laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOT THERE!!!!” she screamed into her gag.
Sylvia had a wry smile on her face as she moved her fingers up and down the soles of those feet. She could feel how soft they were, and she thought they were so cute. She loved the reaction she got because poor Ingrid exploded into hysterical laughter. She had her fingers on the arches of both feet and really liked how she kept trying to move her feet away. That made her go after each foot separately. She leaned to her left and then got onto the bed. She figured she would continue to drive Ingrid crazy, and placed her feet right back on the stomach, her feet now sideways. That allowed her to use her right hand to tickle the right foot, while her left hand gripped the tied ankle. She loved how the foot was moving around, so she tightened her grip, and the foot didn’t move as much. She saw those chunky little toes wiggling wildly. She went after the arch of the foot first. She wanted to tickle that very sensitive area, then started exploring the rest of the foot. She loved how tender the foot was. Her fingers slid easily across that skin and the laughter she heard in the background made her feel happy. She then tickled the instep and heard the cutest shriek. “hehehehehehe ticklish?” she taunted.
Ingrid continued to laugh hysterically into her gag. Those fingers in her arch were driving her crazy and when they touched her instep, she nearly lost it. She always had sensitive feet. There were times where Olga and the others would tickle her feet when she slept. They were great tickle targets, but she had never been tortured on them for too long. She closed her eyes and prayed this would all stop. It was getting to be too much already. Then her eyes saw those soles on her stomach again. She hated this moment because those feet were right there, teasing her. She saw the toes wiggle sometimes inside those stockings and craved them. Then she shrieked again when the fingers touched the instep right on the spot where it connected to the ball of her foot. That was a very sensitive spot and now her head was rocking side to side, doing everything she could to fight the terrible ticklish sensations. Then her eyes went right back to those teasing feet of her attacker, and she really wanted to get revenge.
“Heheheh poor Ingrid! Such ticklish feet. Such TINY feet. I bet your foot….” Sylvia began, then paused her tickle attack. She placed her palm on the foot, seeing how big the foot was compared to her own hand. She loved the fact that the foot snuggled easily within the length of her hand and that amused her. “……yep, your foot fits right into my hand. Hehehehe so tiny! And so…….TICKLISH!!!” she exclaimed, then started to run her fingers up and down the length of the tender foot.
Ingrid felt a brief respite in the tickle attack and tried to reorient herself. Then she felt her attacker’s hand resting on her foot and then heard the size comparison. She never liked that feeling. Rita would do that often to her, to make jokes in front of the others. She knew her feet were small, but she thought they were cute. She would tease Marge about her big feet, and everyone would have a great time. Now, her feet were being scrutinized by a woman who wanted to torture her. She continued to stare at those stockinged soled on her stomach and wished she could just touch them and give this woman a dose of her own medicine. Then she started to shriek in laughter once again when she felt the fingers going up and down her foot once again. She could feel them touching her heel, then went into her arch, then off the ball of her foot, only to go right back down the foot. It drove her wild and she had to figure out a way to get free or she was going to be tortured all night long. She had no idea how this would all end but prayed it would happen soon enough.
Sylvia continued to drum her fingers up and down the soft sole. She liked how her fingers would sink into the flesh and produced the cutest muffled laughter she ever heard. Tickling a smaller woman was getting to be a lot of fun. It also made her think of her prized target, Darby Reeves. She would be the complete opposite of Ingrid. Darby was very tall, and she had big feet. She already knew those large feet were extremely soft and extremely ticklish and she looked forward to touching them. There was something about this very tiny foot, however. It made her want to find shorter women and just tickle them all over. She thought Ingrid’s height was special and could do a lot of tickling damage to the shorter women. She then had an image in her head. She imagined what it would be like to have both Darby and Ingrid trapped together. She pictured them tied right next to each other and she would look at the bottoms of their feet right next to each other. The huge feet of Darby, next to the tiny feet of Ingrid. Sylvia really got excited about that thought and imagined what it would be like to tickle both of them together. It would be the experience of a lifetime! Now her eyes looked at those toes. Those tiny, chunky digits that were right there for her to play with. She wondered what the reaction would be and stroked the tip of her index finger right along the underside of those tiny digits. “Toes ticklish?” she asked.
Ingrid felt that finger stroke the undersides of her toes, and she lost it. She immediately curled her toes and started to thrash as hard as she could. Her toes were feeling very sensitive at the moment and knew that was the next targeted area. Her arches were her greatest weakness on her feet, but her toes were a very close second. Just feeling that finger under her toes made her panic and she had to get free immediately! “NOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA LEAVE MY HAHAHAHHA TOES ALONE!!!” she screamed into her gag.
“Hehehehe I guess that is a yes. You have such adorable little toes! Look at them all curled up. Hehehehe I love it. They look like little grapes.” Sylvia taunted and then tickled the pads of the toes, hoping to force them to move so she could go after the undersides once again. It didn’t take long after tickling the pad of the big toe that they opened up and she quickly got her fingers under the toes and just dug in. She could feel how strong Ingrid was as she tried to pull her foot away and that made her laugh. “Where do you think you’re going. Hahahaha nope, your toes get tickled! I think I could play with them all night long! Maybe I should even snack on them. They look so yummy! Would you mind if I taste them?” she teased.
Ingrid continued to roar in laughter into her gag as those fingers were now on the undersides of her toes. Ticklish shockwave after shockwave tore right through her body and she tried to thrash as much as she could, but her spreadeagled position made her unable to get away. She shut her eyes tight and tried to pull her foot away. Then she heard Sylvia talking about her toes and how delicious they looked. That made her open her eyes again because she heard her talking about tasting her toes. She could not let that happen! Not only were her toes insanely ticklish if they went inside a mouth, but it would also turn her on immensely. The last thing she wanted was to have her body aroused at this moment. Olga loved sucking on her toes, as well as Susan and it got her horny every single time, even when it tickled her. She started to desperately pull her foot away, but it was trapped. “NOOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T YOU DARE!!!! DON’T YOU DARE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Sylvia giggled to herself when she heard that desperate pleading. It appeared that Ingrid was afraid of having her toes sucked, and she wondered why. She started to think the tiny toes were a major weakness on Ingrid and she just had to explore that. She wanted to find all the weak spots on the foot, so she could inflict as much torture as possible. She saw those toes with her fingers and decided she was going to taste them. She wanted to see what the reaction would be and then use it to her advantage. “Mmmm….such tasty looking toes. I just want to gobble them up! Let’s give it a try….” she teased, then pulled her fingers out of the toes.
Ingrid felt a measure of relief when the fingers left her toes. The entire moment was so intense, and she felt a little tired. She looked towards her right foot and saw how Sylvia had her hands on it. She knew her foot was still in danger and had to catch her breath as much as possible. Then her eyes saw something, and she looked at the stockinged soles still resting on her stomach. She saw the hidden toes wiggling a little and it drove her wild. Her desire for ticklish revenge really started to grow and she wanted to get her hands on those feet. She wanted to tickle this evil woman all night and every day if she could. She felt humiliated by this woman and wanted to pay her back. Then her eyes popped wide open when she felt something very warm and wet now over her toes. She looked towards her foot again and what she saw horrified her. She saw Sylvia’s mouth wrapped around her big toe and index toe and she shivered. It tickled a little, but then she felt a sucking sensation and that forced shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She saw the mouth moving and then a tongue started to slither around those digits. “Mmmmmmm hehehehehehe don’t mmmmm do that!” she yelled into her gag.
Sylvia heard that muffled sound and couldn’t help but smile. She wanted to taste these helpless toes and once she did, she started to really enjoy herself. The toes were so small, and now that she had two of them in her mouth, she wondered if she could fit all five. She took her mouth off the toes and saw her own saliva on them. She then opened her mouth wide and managed to slip all five toes inside her mouth and she started to suck on them. She was proud that she managed to cram all five toes inside her mouth and then let her tongue slither a little. She felt excited when the toes started to wiggle inside her mouth and it made her laugh. She let the toes leave her mouth and she smiled. “Hehehehe I actually got all five of your toes in my mouth! Your toes are soooooooo tiny!” she taunted.
Ingrid felt embarrassed that her little toes were being ridiculed. She looked at Sylvia with disdain because this woman was really embarrassing her and just having her way with her. She clenched her toes and could feel how wet they were. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then felt her middle three toes go back inside the warm mouth and she shuddered. She could feel pleasure from it, but she hated being dominated. Then she felt that slippery tongue sliding between her toes, and it tickled her. “Hehehehehe stop that!!! Hehehe don’t do that!” she yelled into her gag.
Sylvia let her tongue slither between the toes, finding all that tender skin in the toe crevices. She was happy that the feet did not taste bad or even smell. This tiny woman took good care of herself, and she appreciated that. It felt great to play with this woman’s toes, but she wanted to hear her laugh again. She wanted her to be in misery again. She let the toes slide out of her mouth, then she started to scurry her fingers once again along the bottom of the foot and it immediately started to shake around. “Hehehehe that’s right! You told me to stop, so now I will just have to tickle you instead! Your choice….” she taunted.
Ingrid heard that taunt and she exploded into laughter. The way those fingers were moving up and down the sole of her foot was driving her crazy. It was a sudden attack, and she wasn’t ready for it. The pleasure on her toes felt nice, but she did not want to be turned on and humiliated further. Now, she regretted it and wished the tickling would stop. She tried once again to pull her foot free, but she was trapped. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE!!!! YOU BETTER STOP!!!! HAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Sylvia started to laugh when she heard that demand. She heard Ingrid tell her that she had better stop which sounded like a threat. She paused the tickling for a moment and stared directly at Ingrid. “I better stop? Hehehe Or what?” she asked with a menacing smile.
Ingrid felt the tickling stop and started to catch her breath. The tickle attack was fierce, and she needed to have it stop. She looked at Sylvia and heard what she said. She knew another tickle attack was coming just by judging the evil smile on her face. She knew this might be her last stand, so she decided to be defiant. “You….better stop tickling me. Or….I will hunt you down and tie you up. I will strip you naked and….” she began to say.
“Ooooh!!! This sounds like fun! So, you will hunt me down and tie me up. That sounds good! Then, you will strip me naked. What happens next?” Sylvia interrupted and asked in a teasing voice. She loved how Ingrid was trying to stay defiant, but she knew this young lady was going to suffer in a short time. She wanted to mock her and make her realize there was no escape.
Ingrid heard Sylvia’s response and understood what was happening. Sylvia was trying to show her that she did not fear her and that gave her mixed emotions. It made her even angrier that she was not being taken seriously, and it also frightened her because this woman would probably torture her a lot in short time. She felt her heart beating faster because she knew a lot of suffering was about to happen, but if she was going to go through that kind of hell, she was going to go out in a blaze of glory. “….then I will touch your body. I will tickle you everywhere. I will make sure you scream. I will break you then I will force you to orgasm many times! I swear to you I will have my revenge!” she yelled out into her gag.
“Ooooh!!! That frightens me! I will be naked and helpless…..just like you are now. Then, you would tickle me…..if I am ticklish. Then you will touch my naked pussy and force me to orgasm, right? The humiliation of cumming my brains out and surrendering my body to you will be too much for me. Oh, would you suck my toes too?” Sylvia teased and then wiggled her toes again. She then shifted her body to her right and now her feet changed positions. Instead of her right foot resting on the left when they were sideways, the left foot rested on the right, and she wiggled her toes to taunt Ingrid. She was now by the helpless left foot and wanted to tickle destroy it next.
Ingrid heard that response and then saw the feet shift. She could still see the soles of those stockinged feet, but also realized Sylvia’s head and hands were near her left foot. That meant that foot was about to be tickled, and she felt extremely nervous. It also unnerved her that this woman showed no fear at all. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. She looked over towards her left foot and saw that smile on Sylvia’s face. “Go to hell bitch…..” she grunted.
“Hehehe only if I can take you with me!” Sylvia responded, then started to wiggle her fingers on the bottom of the left foot and immediately felt it jerking around. She started to laugh when she heard Ingrid starting to laugh. This amused her a great deal because no matter how much a victim would try to threaten her or be defiant, they would always break once she started to tickle them. She figured once she tickled this foot beyond insanity, she was going to humiliate Ingrid sexually. The tiny dancer threatened to make her cum, so she was going to make her suffer under her own idea. She looked at the helpless left foot and saw how her fingers skittered over that creamy skin. She could feel the foot doing everything it could to avoid her fingers, but she held onto it. She focused her nails right along the instep and into the arch area. That seemed to produce the greatest screams and wanted to drill into Ingrid’s head that she was done for. There would be no relief. There would be no mercy. She would just suffer, then give up something very personal to her. An orgasm. “Hehehehe such TINY ticklish feet! I think I will tickle them the rest of the night. That’s what you wanted to do to me, so I might as well do it to you.” she threatened.
Ingrid felt those nails on her instep, and she lost it. That skin was very sensitive, and she felt very intense ticklish shockwaves inside her body. She was already exhausted from all the tickling she received, and it just kept going. Then she heard what Sylvia said about tickling her the rest of the night. That was a threat she gave to her attacker, and now it was happening to her. That made her brain go into a frenzy because she remembered what else she said. If Sylvia was going to do the things to her like she said she would do to Sylvia, that meant that something very humiliating would happen to her. She did not want her sexual organs played with by this woman. She got to do it to her victims just recently and knew how devastating it could be. When she tickled Becky Lockhart’s private areas, it was such a thrill. It was the first time she tickled a victim there in her own robberies. Marge and the others would often tickle their victims in their sexual areas, but she had never done it before. Once she did, she really liked it and saw why the others did it as well. Ingrid had plenty of sex with her fellow dancers and also some citizens in the towns they visited. She knew how responsive her body was to sexual stimulation and if Sylvia tormented her like that, she would surely surrender. The fact that her entire thieving career was about to be over started to weigh on her. She then shrieked when the fingers started to go across the base of her toes, and she was not expecting that. She started to thrash her head a little, but she was still trapped. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!” she begged.
Sylvia started to whistle as her fingers danced over that very tender foot. She liked how she found some really wicked ticklish areas and the response from Ingrid was very delightful. She moved her fingers from the base of the toes and onto the ball of the foot. She focused on the center of the area and that seemed to get Ingrid going. She wanted to ignore her pleads for mercy and just focus on bringing out cruel torture. She wanted to break her will. She wanted this tiny woman to be completely submissive. It was a joy to break another criminal. She thought about how this same woman terrified so many other women in town and now, she was going to be broken by her. She even jokingly thought in her mind that she should get a medal for capturing a woman that no one else could. Not even Darby could find this woman. She started to really like that idea and wondered if there was a way she could turn in this thief. Then she thought that might not be a good idea because Ingrid would surely tell them that she was an assassin. That could lead to an investigation, and she might be discovered. Sylvia grimaced at the thought of the idea not working, so she decided to punish Ingrid for it. She then started to use her nails on the sole and wanted to torture her. “You ruined my idea!!! I am going to make you suffer for that!” she yelled out.
Ingrid felt those nails on the bottom of her foot, and she exploded. The nails were really scraping her foot flesh, and it sent very intense ticklish shockwaves in her body. She started to convulse a little because of the intensity. She heard Sylvia mentioning something about ruining an idea and she had no idea what that woman was talking about. Whatever it was, it made the foot tickling attack even worse. She felt the nails going all over the ball of the foot, and then into her arch. The nails kept going back and forth on those two areas and she lost it. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT DID I DO??!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT DID I DO?!!!” she roared.
Sylvia heard that panicked laughter and she smiled. She realized that Ingrid had no idea what she was thinking about and why she had to suffer for it. That made her want to tickle her even more because it would be pure torture. She decided to torment her a little while longer just so she could suffer. She then focused her nails at the base of the tiny toes and tickled that precious skin. She saw the toes wiggling and curling as her fingers touched that vulnerable area. Her nails then went over the ball of the foot again and she felt the foot starting to slow down in its wiggling. She smiled to herself because Ingrid had to be getting tired at this point. That muffled scream continued to go on and she played with poor Ingrid’s mind. “You know what you did! You are a BAD girl! BAD BAD BAD BAD girl!!! Hehehehe” she giggled.
Ingrid continued to roar into her gag as she felt the nails tickling the ball of her foot and that area near the base of her toes. Hearing that she was a bad girl bothered her because she was suffering for something she didn’t even know about. She closed her eyes and just continued to laugh uncontrollably. She could also feel her body getting very weak from exhaustion and she knew what this meant. It meant she was losing this battle, and she was going to end up being very submissive to Sylvia. That bothered her because she loved to do the same thing to her victims. Wear them down, and make them so submissive, they would happily tell her where their valuables were. The shame washed over her, and she just let out her loudest laugh. “NO MORE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE!!! I GIVE UP!!! I’M SORRY!!!! I’M SORRY!!!!” she screamed hoping for mercy.
Sylvia chuckled to herself when she heard Ingrid talking about giving up and apologizing. She knew Ingrid was desperate because she didn’t even say why she felt that way. She had an idea and wanted to test how Ingrid would react. She immediately stopped the tickling and then placed those tiny toes in her mouth and started to suck on them. She did not want to give Ingrid a break from the tickling sensation, she wanted the toe sucking feeling to happen seamlessly. She loved how those toes fit into her mouth and how they tasted. “Mmmmmmmmmm…..” she moaned as she sucked on those chunky little toes.
Ingrid felt an intense swing of sensations in her body as the brutal tickling near her toes stopped and now her toes were inside that warm, wet mouth. She felt the sucking of her toes and it blew her mind away. She had gone from an intense ticklish feeling to an intense sensual feeling. She didn’t even know how to describe what she was feeling, and her body reacted. Her nipples swelled and she even felt a wetness forming. Her mind was in a frenzy, and she let out a loud moan. The switch of feelings tore through her and her body surrendered.
Sylvia heard the moans coming from Ingrid and she felt so happy inside. She loved how poor little Ingrid reacted to the sudden switch in sensations and felt the body surrendering by not even moving anymore. As she sucked on those toes, she looked at those little nipples and could tell how stiff they were. She was dominating this woman and wanted to push her over the edge. It was time to break her completely and then sexually conquer her. Once she did that, Ingrid would be all hers and she had plans for her. She then slid her tongue between the crevices of the toes and heard some slight giggles along with those sensual moans. Ingrid was definitely worn out and her toes were completely hers to do whatever she wanted. She loved how her tongue would glide along the undersides of those toes and the reactions she was getting. She then took the toes out of her mouth and saw how wet they were from her saliva. She looked towards Ingrid’s face and saw how tired she looked. “Do you surrender to me?” she asked.
Ingrid felt her toes leaving that warm mouth and her body took a moment to relax. The pleasure sensations were filling her body, and she felt how strong the erotic feelings were. She slowly opened her eyes when she heard Sylvia’s question and saw that woman looking at her like a conqueror. In her mind, she wanted to resist because she had never been broken before in her life. Even though her body was losing and slowly surrendering, her mind wanted that fight. “Leave…me….alone….you………….bitch.” she murmured.
Sylvia’s smile turned to a snarl as she heard that response. This little woman was still defiant, and she did it after she tried to give her sensual feelings. She then took her fingers and placed them right between the toes and started to tickle them. She wanted to be ruthless with her and when she broke Ingrid, she wanted to completely annihilate her will. “You will pay for that…” she simply said.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! TOO MUCH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!! STOP!!! STOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Ingrid roared into her gag. The sudden attack of her precious toes overwhelmed her and now her body was once again in ticklish agony. She could feel the fingers and the nails probing between her saliva coated toes and it drove her wild. The intensity of the sensations tore through her and she started to feel really weak. She shut her eyes and endured those powerful sensations dominating her body. She understood what was happening. She could feel her body slipping into submission and the feelings she had were too much. The tickling was consistent and unrelenting. She couldn’t even beg for mercy because she was laughing too much. She noticed her laughter was slipping into silent laughter and knew that danger. Whenever her victims went into silent laughter, she knew they would have trouble breathing and that was when the body quit. Now, it was happening to her and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Suffer you little bitch, SUFFER!!! You really messed up this time, Ingrid. I WILL make you my sex slave you idiot. This will happen to you every single day! I will torture you for the rest of your life. You will go to Greece and be in a harem with some others. There you will service MEN and WOMEN. Welcome to your new fate you miserable little bitch.” Sylvia threatened. She felt some rage inside her, but she also knew what she was doing was really effective. Ingrid was in silent laughter now and she wanted to finish her off. She wanted to keep torturing Ingrid, so she pulled out her fingers from the toes and started to scrape her nails along the length of the foot. She saw her nails sink into that flesh on the ball of the foot, into the arch and then off the heel. She did it slowly and deliberately. She wanted poor Ingrid to feel everything and to suffer for it. She wanted to own her mind. She did think about possibility making her a sex slave to Christos, but she still had plans to execute while here in the United States. She looked at that face turning red and knew she was in distress. It didn’t matter to her. She wanted to make Ingrid snap and was not going to stop until she did. If she passed out, she would simply wake her up and torture her again.
Ingrid heard those words and even though she couldn’t reply verbally, her mind was pushed over the edge. She did not want her fate to be that of a sex slave to some evil men and evil women. She loved her life as a dancer and thief and now that it could all slip away really bothered her. Her body was on fire. Her lungs were not getting all the oxygen in because she wasn’t taking in air, and she felt herself getting lightheaded. She knew the battle was over. Her mind finally realized that the more she fought, the more ruthless Sylvia would become with tickling her. It was the exact same moment she needed for her victims to break, and she had arrived at that point. She started to nod her head in a “yes” fashion and desperately tried to speak. She opened her eyes and saw those cold eyes of Sylvia and she wished she could stop so she could submit.
Sylvia looked at Ingrid’s face and saw that look of desperation. There was no defiance in those eyes anymore. It was pure fear and desperation. She could tell Ingrid was trying to tell her something and she had a hunch it was her submission. She wanted to make sure of it, so she continued to rake her nails along the bottom of the foot at a slow pace and saw that face get even more desperate. She wanted Ingrid to look into her powerful eyes and know that she was broken and conquered by her. She waited until her nails finished off the heel, and then she stopped. It was time to see if Ingrid would finally surrender to her. “Still want to fight me, you little bitch?” she asked in a menacing tone.
Ingrid felt a huge wave of relief wash over her body once those nails left her foot. Those were very intense feelings, and her body still could feel those ticklish vibrations. She felt her body temperature being sky high and she felt herself really starting to sweat. She knew she was finished. The way this woman tortured her without any remorse was now breaking her completely. She knew this woman would torture her all night if she needed to. That was what she did to her victims that she robbed, so she knew that she could truly suffer. Her body could only take so much and now it was time for her to submit. She whimpered a bit and just tried to catch her breath and calm her overheated body down. She closed her eyes for a second and absorbed the question posed to her. She shook her head “no”. She did not want to fight anymore.
“Good girl. Do you have something you want to say to me?” Sylvia asked. She felt victorious and now it was time to finish Ingrid and get her plan started. She liked this woman’s skills so that she could break into places. It was time to use her to her advantage. She stared at her coldly so she could still intimidate her and break that will.
Ingrid nodded her head yes. She wanted to take this gag out of her mouth and just give in. Whatever this woman wanted from her, she was willing to listen. Her body was very sensitive, and she couldn’t take another round of torture. She looked at Sylvia’s eyes and she kept nodding her head yes.
“Good! Now, I am going to be really nice right now. I am going to take the gag out of your mouth, and I want you to submit to me. I want you to tell me that I own you and you are just a little bitch. You do that, and we can start to discuss your release.” Sylvia commanded. She wanted to make sure Ingrid would be very compliant and willing to do anything she said. She wanted to humble her first, then push her remaining mind over the edge. She positioned her body between the legs and moved her hand towards Ingrid’s mouth. She managed to grab the tip of that black sock and started to pull it out of Ingrid’s mouth. The cloth came out and then she went back inside to pull out the other one. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Ingrid’s face once she realized she was gagged with her own socks. Once the second one came out, she held up both drenched soaks and waved them around in the air. “Hehehe you see what your gag was? Like I told you before, it was your own socks! I hope you enjoyed the taste of your own feet. I know I did.” she taunted, then dropped the saliva-soaked socks onto Ingrid’s belly.
Ingrid saw her socks that were inside her mouth as a gag, and she felt completely humiliated. She tasted her own foot sweat and scent that entire time. Feeling those wet socks hitting her stomach really made her feel terrible. This woman had truly tormented her and now she was surrendering. She felt a little emotional, but she also felt a little grateful. It astonished her that her own tickling method was truly effective because now she could empathize with her victims. If she resumed her thieving ways, she knew the hell her victims went through was such a powerful thing and that was why she was successful. It was a strange way of validating her methods, but it still felt good nonetheless. She looked up at Sylvia and knew what she had to do. “….thank you. I-I submit to you…..Um…y-you own me. I……..I………am a little bitch.” she said softly, feeling that wave of submissiveness in her body.
Sylvia had a huge smile on her face as she listened to Ingrid repeat the words she was supposed to say. She always loved this moment. The moment where her victim was broken and now, she could do whatever she wanted to them. She could see the look of shame and embarrassment on Ingrid’s face. She knew that this woman, after a highly successful criminal venture, was completely humiliated from having to admit her defeat. She saw those defeated eyes and how tired she was. She did admire her tenacity and her skills, but they were no match for her. Now, she wanted to make sure this woman became obedient to her and potentially use her skills to help with her own mission. “Good girl, Ingrid. You are such a good girl. I will say this. You have some great skills, and I think I could use them….” she told her, then patted the top of her head.
Ingrid felt humiliated when she was told she was a good girl and now the top of her head was being patted. It was such a surreal feeling to have been beaten by this woman. She had anger in her, but it was directed at herself for failing miserably. Her career was over, and jail was in her future. Then she heard that her skills could be used to help her. That made her curious and she wanted to know what was going to happen to her next. “Use them? You’re not going to send me to jail?” she asked.
“Hehehe I should, and trust me, that thought did come to my mind! However, there is a reason I am here in Plotsville and even though my mission has been moving all quite well, I had a dilemma. Now, I think I have a solution to it. That’s where you come in. hehehe” Sylvia told her. She started to get excited about her idea and couldn’t wait to execute the plan. She then looked at Ingrid’s naked body and figured she should dominate her further. She started to think if she managed to sexually conquer her, Ingrid would become even more submissive to her will. “But, before I tell you my idea, how about I make you feel better? You have been through a lot this evening and your tiny little body must be aching.” she said with a flirty smile.
Ingrid started to feel her heart beating faster and wondered what was going to happen next. She did wonder why an assassin would be in Plotsville, and now she wondered if she was the one who tried to shoot the mayor. She also saw the look in Sylvia’s eyes, and they looked, hungry. The way she looked at her body and the fact she mentioned how tired she looked. She wondered what was about to happen to her and her nervousness started to rise. “W-What do you mean? W-What are you going to do to me now?” she asked.
“Make you feel good…..” Sylvia said softly, then reached her hands forward and placed them on those tiny breasts. She wanted to say an insult, but it was time to get Ingrid horny. She saw the look of shock on Ingrid’s face, and she smiled. She started to rub her palms against the nipples and felt them stiffening. That always amused her that her victims could get aroused after being tickled for so long. She understood that the body was aching for relief and now she was going to give it to her. “That’s right….I am going to make you feel so much better. I own you now, remember? I want you to cum your little brains out before I let you go.” she told her.
Ingrid was stunned when she heard what was about to happen to her. She could feel those palms rubbing against her nipples and they got stiff. She realized she was about to be sexually ravished, and a wave of helplessness washed over her. She saw Sylvia’s face looking hungry for sex and she didn’t know how to react. This was also a new experience for her. She started to use sexual teasing in her own crimes and really started to get into that. Now, it was happening to her. Now she started to have an idea on how Becky felt, but especially Millie who she forced an orgasm from. Her heart really started to beat faster because her body was getting turned on. “W-Why do you w-want to do this to m-me?” she stammered.
“Because. Tickling you and making you my bitch excites me. I know this feels good, Ingrid. I know you still want to resist somewhere in that tiny little brain of yours but just let yourself go. I want you to give me your orgasm. I could always tickle you instead…..” Sylvia demanded. She knew Ingrid had to be feeling helpless and she wanted to truly dominate her. She then fluttered her fingers over the nipples and then heard a giggle. She couldn’t help but smile when she heard those cute giggles. She then moved her fingers towards the undersides of the very tiny breasts and that made the giggles come out more. “Hehehe I love how ticklish you are. Such a giggly girl! Now, will you give me your body? Will you give me your orgasm?” she asked.
Ingrid felt those fingers tickling her nipples and the undersides of her breasts. She couldn’t help but giggle because her body was feeling really sensitive. She also felt shame. She felt shame because this woman was about to seize her body and conquer her. She started to feel very submissive, and it hurt her feelings. She wanted to be a dominant like her boss Marge. Even though her fellow dancers would tickle her and engage in sexual activities with her, she wanted to be a dominant woman. Now, she felt submissive to this woman and did not want to be tortured anymore. She figured she might as well let herself go and give in to the pleasure. “Hehehehe yes! Hehehehehe yes!” she giggled.
“Good…..now, be a good girl….” Sylvia said softly, then removed her hands from the breasts. She got on all fours and lowered her head. She could see those tiny nipples and could also see how Ingrid’s body was shaking due to nervousness. She then stuck out her tongue and gave a gentle lick to the right nipple, then moved her head over and gently licked the left nipple. She heard that soft gasp from Ingrid and licked the nipples again. “Mmmm…..tasty. You are mine. Tell me that you belong to me.” she commanded.
Ingrid felt that tongue against each nipple and it shot a huge shockwave of erotic pleasure in her body. She didn’t realize just how good it felt to be sexually teased after an exhausting bout of tickle torture. She watched how Marge and the others would do the same to their victims, but this was a first for her. She felt a lot of tingling in her body and realized she was getting very turned on. It was surreal that this woman could be so ruthless, yet her sensual skills were also top notch. She closed her eyes and started to really let herself go. She wanted to feel good, and she was defeated by this same woman. “Yes….I…..mmmm….belong to you.” she said as she surrendered.
“Good girl…..” Sylvia said, then moved her body back a little and she kissed down the stomach area. She wiped away those saliva-soaked socks and now she kissed the belly. She felt her own nipples starting to get hard. She felt her own arousal growing and wanted to sexually conquer her quickly, so she could start to enact the rest of her new idea. She made it to the groin area and saw those small blond pubic hairs. “Is your pussy delicious?” she asked as she looked at those hairs.
Ingrid started to mewl as she looked at how close Sylvia was to her own vagina. She wasn’t fully aroused, but seeing how close the woman was to her most private area, did increase it. She wondered what was going to happen to her spot. Would it get licked? Would fingers come into play? She started to feel that arousal going when she heard the question posed to her. Her conqueror asked her if her pussy was delicious. That made her very hot and after everything she had gone through, she started to crave this moment. She felt the fire in her loins increasing and it appeared she was going to give up an orgasm. “Y-yes….” she responded meekly.
“I bet….” Sylvia said, then put her face closer to that mound. She then used her fingers to start sliding up and down the pussy lips and she heard Ingrid gasp and even let a giggle out. She felt her lust growing and she had to focus on the business at hand. She was so excited she defeated the Tickling Thief and if she took a lot of time, then she would want to have sex. She had a mission to conduct and wanted to get to it while the moment was still there. She then reached out her tongue and gave that vagina a gentle lick.
“Hehehehehe ooooooohhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmm” Ingrid giggled, then moaned. She realized her pussy was ticklish and if she got tickled there, it would be such a humiliating moment. Then she felt the tongue. It felt incredible to her and now she really surrendered her body. Her mind figured that since she had lost anyway, she might as well enjoy the ride.
Sylvia heard those moans, and she started to increase her tongue licking up and down the pussy area. She could feel that large measure of satisfaction that she was even in this position. To defeat this successful criminal was definitely rewarding, and it made her think of her ultimate target. If she had Darby in this position, it would be the ultimate victory. She wanted to sexually ravish the brave deputy and bring her to Christos Andino in Greece. If she finished that mission, then she did the one thing that Helga and Svetlana, the Russian bounty hunters, and the great Thalia Laskaris couldn’t do. Completely defeat Deputy Darby. They may have tortured her, but the deputy somehow survived and defeated them. If she delivered Darby to Christos, that would be total victory. That made her very excited and she started to lick and taste the small pussy before her. She felt her excitement of successful mission growing which made her more aggressive with the pussy eating. She started to suck and lick all over that mound and could even feel how wet Ingrid had become. Now it was time to tear an orgasm out of her. She wrapped her lips around the clit area and using her tongue, she licked and slid it all across that love button.
“Oooooooooooh FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!” Ingrid moaned as she felt that tongue now licking her clit. She noticed just how aggressive Sylvia had gotten with her pussy tasting and it overwhelmed her. Normally when she engaged in oral sex, there was this nice, slow, sensual buildup. Even when she masturbated, she went slow to build her fire, then push her over the edge. This time, the feelings were intense and quick. The mouth on her most private place was very aggressive and the intensity shot up. She shut her eyes and tried to ride the wave. It was difficult because the feelings were so fast and so powerful, she thought she was about to get hit by lightning. She started to curl her toes and felt those very powerful orgasmic waves building up.
Sylvia continued to ravish the very wet pussy aggressively. She sucked hard on the clit. She let her tongue slide and press into that love button. She wanted to overwhelm this woman and make her cum quickly. She rarely did this, but she wanted to get started on her mission. She was very excited that she may have solved a dilemma she had with the mission and couldn’t wait to get started. She continued to lick and suck that clit and hearing those moans got her very motivated. “Give it slurp to me!! Dammit lick lick give it to me!!!! I slurp slurp OWN YOU!!!” she yelled while attacking that clit with her mouth.
Ingrid felt that tongue going after her clit with such force that she felt he orgasm already about to hit. It amazed her how her body was responding because it normally took her a while to have an orgasm. She was realizing that after wearing the body down with tickling, it would be much easier to get a person to orgasm quicker. The way that tongue continued to slather over her love button really got entire body to feel such great pleasure. She tried to arch her back, doing everything she could to get ready to get some sweet release, when suddenly the licking stopped! Her entire body was on edge, and she was getting ready to explode. She looked at Sylvia’s face and saw that look of dominance. She wondered why she stopped tasting her and started to whimper. “W-What are you doing to me?” she whimpered.
“I want you to BEG me to make you cum. DO IT! DO IT NOW!” Sylvia demanded. She could feel how much power she had over this woman and wanted to make sure she was broken and become submissive to her. She then gave a slight tickle to the groin area to mess with Ingrid’s mind.
Ingrid felt the fingers tickling her groin area and she couldn’t help but giggle. This woman wanted to completely dominate her and now she had to beg for her orgasm. She could see the cold look in those eyes, and she knew she had to beg her. Her body was on edge, and she did want that release. A wave of humiliation washed over her, and she closed her eyes for a moment. She thought about the position she was in. She was naked and tied down to the bed. There was no escape. This woman absolutely dominated her, and she was a toy. She opened her eyes and knew what she had to do. “Please….make me cum. Make me cum! I….I beg you.” she whimpered.
“Good girl…..” Sylvia grinned, then she went back to licking and sucking on that clit. She knew Ingrid was beaten and it was time to finish her off. She started to swirl her tongue over the clit, and she could feel the hips starting to grind and she pressed further.
Ingrid could hear the slurping and sucking noises coming from Sylvia. That drove her wild because this woman knew how to perform oral sex very well. She felt ashamed, but her body started to really react to that shame. The pangs of the orgasm started to build again, and she felt the pressure really building up. Her mouth started to open, and she felt her breath getting more shallow. The feelings were very strong and now she was on edge. She arched her back as much as she could, and her eyes were shut tight. Then it hit. Her orgasm hit her as though someone hit her in the back of the head with a wooden stick. She felt her body explode in sheer ecstasy and she groaned very loudly. The orgasm was very strong, and she started to feel that overwhelming sensation of pleasure. She whimpered profusely as the orgasm continued to rock her body. That tongue was still on her clit, and she was going insane. “Please OOOOOHHHHHHHHH SENSITIVE! SENSITIVE!” she cried out.
Sylvia heard those words, and she stopped her sucking of the clit. She knew Ingrid had her orgasm and was delighted that she wasn’t a screamer. She looked at Ingrid’s spent body and could see that sheen of sweat on her. She knew she sexually wiped her out and she felt proud of herself. It was a lot of fun doing this to someone like Ingrid. She started to feel even more confident that her mission would be a great success. She looked forward to dominating Darby when she captured her. Her desire to break Darby’s will and her body seemed like such a great goal. Then, to deliver her to Christos and Thalia would be the sweetest moment. This was much different than her usual assignments. She would just kill a target and move on to the next assignment. But with this particular mission, it seemed more personal. It seemed a lot more fun because she would get to break the will of someone who was very admired and very noble. She started to feel good that she was told not to kill anyone on this mission. Sylvia felt that wiping the target out through physical torture would be very gratifying for her. It would mean her skillset expanded and she could be as dominant of a force as her friends. She then looked at Ingrid who looked completely worn out. “Hehehehe did that feel good?” she asked.
Ingrid was trying to recover after that big orgasm. Her breathing started to return to normal and her body felt such great relief. After being beaten at her own game, she still found herself feeling relieved. She looked back at Sylvia and felt very submissive to her. “W-What are you going to do to me now?” she asked.
Sylvia heard that question and smiled. Now it was time to reveal her plan and get it in motion. She moved her right hand towards Ingrid’s head and ran her fingers through the very short hair. “Hehehee oh, I am going to let you free now. But there is something I want you to do for me.” she told her.
Ingrid felt some happiness as she heard she was about to be released. After this long ordeal, her freedom was right upon her, and she really wanted to be free. “What is it? What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“I want you to introduce me to your boss. I have a plan in mind, and I could use their services. I have a proposal to them that I believe they will love…..” Sylvia replied. She loved the idea of her plan and her dilemma of running a sex trafficking ring could be resolved. She then started to untie Ingrid and get her ready to meet the others at Madam Broussard’s burlesque show. The plan was now in effect! Deputy Darby would soon be hers and she truly looked forward to her victory.
END
Ok fans, how did you like this final chapter? I absolutely love the Tickling Thief. She grew on me during the writing and she is such a great character. She still plays a very prominent role in the ending series. I am so excited to bring The Deputy and The Outlaw: Sacrifice to you in two weeks. Next week, the trailer drops for it, and then the series debuts. There will be about 22 chapters in that series, so for the next 5 months or so, you will see each chapter come out. I really appreciate you following this saga and I hope you are excited as well. Thank you for your support. Your comments are most encouraged and most welcomed!
Post scene credit #1
Kylie walked down the street, carrying some packages back to the carriage. She was anxious to get back home and continue to finish up her tasks for the day. It was a very warm day, and she wanted to get out of the sun as quickly as possible. She had traveled to town to pick up some goods for the chef. She liked coming into town to pick up what was needed back at the Welling ton mansion. Unlike her fellow maid, Vera, she wanted to get out of the mansion. She didn’t want to be inside the place all day and night long. She still craved adventure and seeing the outside, so whenever a visit to the nearby town was needed, she always volunteered. She walked towards the carriage and then she saw a fancy one headed towards her. She didn’t think anything of it until that carriage stopped. She turned her head to her left and looked at the fancy carriage. It was black and had gold trim. Soon, the window of the carriage opened, and she was surprised to see the face of a woman looking right back at her. She knew who that was and she felt a little fear. It was the woman who had approached her in this same town many months ago. The same woman who bribed her to betray Phoebe and steal designs to a refrigeration unit. The same women she betrayed and nearly ruined her business. The woman looked older, and her silver hair was showing. It was none other than Agatha Walden, the main rival of Phoebe Wellington.
“Why Kylie Rockford, you still exist it seems….” Agatha said with a wry smile. It was her first time seeing Kylie in a while, with the last time being at the ball. She loved the fact that Sylvia got some revenge against Kylie, even though she did not know what it was. She wanted to gloat and enjoy Kylie’s suffering.
“Agatha Walden. I thought I sensed evil arriving. Leave me alone.” Kylie said, then started to walk away. She did not want to interact with that woman and wanted to be back to her own carriage.
“Hehehe I hope you learned your lesson you little bitch. I will never forgive you for what you did to me! Never cross me again. Oh, and tell that bitch of a boss, she will regret the day she ever competed against me! hahahaha” Agatha gloated. She felt really good that she beat out Phoebe for the land purchase. The money had arrived from Christos, and she felt powerful. Bringing down the daughter of her greatest rival, Gloria Wellington, would be one of her life’s greatest accomplishments.
“What lesson? What the hell are you talking about? Getting senile?” Kylie asked. She heard those words and wondered what she was talking about. She hoped she wasn’t talking about how that servant managed to capture her and tickle torture her at the ball. She suspected Agatha had something to do with that but wasn’t sure.
Agatha heard the insult, and her facial expression turned into a snarl. She did not want that young woman to disrespect her. “Listen to me, you trollop! I am not done with you or your boss! I am the one who will bring the entire Wellington Cattle Company down. I look forward to the day you are on the streets begging for bread. I don’t like that mouth of yours. If I was younger, I would slap the taste out of it. Maybe one day my daughter will.” she threatened.
“You have a daughter? Someone was drunk enough to have sex with you? Wow, I guess anything is possible.” Kylie retorted with a smile of her own. She felt bold talking to Agatha in this manner. She knew she had friends that could handle Agatha in a non-legal way. They might have been in Mexico, but she would love to see La Diabla, and her friends bring this woman down.
“You just wait and see, you *****. Don’t you worry. You know you will rue the day you crossed me, and Phoebe will learn as well. Who knows, maybe someone just might teach you a lesson……..AGAIN!!!” Agatha said, then instructed her driver to drive off. She closed the window and sat back in her chair. She had no idea what that stranger was up to, but by the looks of everything, she was going to be successful, and Phoebe Wellington would pay a price. She leaned back into her seat and felt good knowing she was in control.
Kylie heard those words, and she started to think back to the night at the ball. She knew deep inside Agatha had something to do with it. She hoped one day she could get some revenge and ruin Agatha’s business completely. It did stun her to know there was a daughter, and if she were to intervene, she would suffer too. “Stupid bitch. Let me get back home. I got to stop thinking about that bitch!” she said, then got into her carriage and headed back home.
Post credits scene #2
Soundtrack song for scene: Sigrid "Everybody Knows" (from the Justice League DC movie) https://www.youtube. com/watch?v=wfLOt5P6nSk (remove space)
Marge was having a great time on the bed in the backroom of the Burlesque showroom. She watched as both Diane and Susan were feathering some helpless woman across her nipples. They had found another target to play with and this woman was especially ticklish. She also wore a very fancy necklace that looked worth a lot of money. They gave her some of the potion and hearing her hysterical laughter was always soothing. The victim only had her underwear on at the moment and she looked forward to taking them off and playing with the most private spot of this woman. Her business was good, and her criminal enterprise was going very smoothly. She was also excited because Ingrid would return soon with more jewelry. Marge loved how talented Ingrid was and the valuables she stole were top notch. She really loved the large, rare ruby she stole from Donna Prescott. Not only was it worth a lot of money, but the fact it was stolen from Donna made it better. Her eyes then looked at the laughing victim and figured it was time for her to play with her. She had already tickled the woman’s feet, now it was time to take that pussy. Then she heard a knock on the door. That surprised her, but she looked at Susan and Diane and told them to pause their feathering. “Who is it?” she asked.
“It’s me, boss. Karla. …” a voice responded.
Marge nodded her head as she heard the voice of her bouncer, Karla Rivera. She loved how strong she was and impressed with her fighting skills. She had found the woman when her show was in Oklahoma. The woman had family that were part of a criminal gang, and she took a liking to her. She needed to get some muscle to help protect her and her dancers. When she first met Karla, it was at a bar in some random town, and they hit it off quickly. When she learned of the criminal background, she felt a connection to her and offered her the job. Karla had been outstanding for her and her dancers, and she paid her very well. She wondered why she knocked, because normally Karla would just enter like all the other dancers. This was surprising and wondered what was going on. “Ok, come in.” she responded.
Karla opened the door and walked inside. She felt nervous at the moment because of the situation she was in. Normally she was in control, but right now, she felt a little helpless and concerned. She loved fighting and being a bouncer for Marge and her dancers. Ever since she joined the group, she made a lot of money and loved watching people getting robbed. She knew what took place in this backroom and whenever a man or woman went back here, she knew they were going to be tortured and then robbed. The best part was that they were not going to remember anything about this room, thanks to the potion they consumed. She was a tough woman herself, standing at 6’1” tall, with a large frame and had some muscles. She was part of the Rivera crime ring, as her entire family was involved in various crimes and even had a gang. Most of the family was located in Mexico, but a few stayed in the United States. She had a cousin she really was close to and hoped she would come visit the United States soon. Her cousin was a dangerous desperado, and she learned a lot of her own fighting skills from her. Those skills could not be put to use at the moment because of concern for another dancer. Karla walked inside the room and saw the nearly naked woman on the bed and Susan and Diane had feathers in their hands. She looked at Marge and swallowed hard. “Marge, we got a problem.” she told her.
Marge was surprised by Karla’s words, and she wondered what was happening. She got off the bed and walked towards the bodyguard. She could see there was concern on her face and she grew worried. “What’s the problem?” she asked.
“The problem is me…….” a voice said from right outside the room.
Marge was surprised by that voice and her eyes immediately looked beyond Karla’s shoulder and stared at the doorway. Then her eyes went big when she saw a rather attractive woman entering into the room. She also saw Ingrid coming into the room and she had a knife to her neck. Her jaw dropped because her dancer was in imminent danger. She looked at the woman’s face and it looked familiar. She knew she had seen that face before and now she had Ingrid. She saw the knife across Ingrid’s throat as they walked into the room. She saw in Ingrid’s hands her mask that she used when she went on her capers. Then it dawned on her who that woman was. It was a friend of Mandy’s from a few days ago. She remembered that Ingrid had scouted the woman and planned to rob her. Seeing Ingrid in danger meant that she failed miserably at robbing this woman and now they were in this backroom. “What the hell? What are you doing to my dancer?” she asked.
Sylvia looked at Marge and could see the stunned look on her face. She loved whenever she had the upper hand and it was time to exploit it. She had arrived with her prisoner to this location and when Karla confronted her, she put her knife dangerously close to the throat of Ingrid and with a quick hand movement, she would kill the tiny woman. She demanded to see Marge and now she was in her presence. Her eyes looked at the other dancers and they had feathers in their hands. She also saw some woman tied down on the bed and she only had her underwear on. It amused her that they were tickling her, and she interrupted them. It was time for business and now she would make her business proposal. “Nice to see you again, Marge. Hehehe I guess you are a bit surprised to see your thief here. Trust me, she tried to rob me, but she failed. I am not like your normal helpless victims. You have just crossed the wrong woman. I should kill sweet little Ingrid here, but I wanted to talk to you.” she told her in a cold tone.
Marge could feel her heart beating faster as she looked at the look of fear on Ingrid’s face. It was always risky whenever Ingrid went out for her capers, but her dancer was so successful at what she did, she was really surprised to see her captured. It also surprised her the woman who captured her was skilled enough to even try to come here. “Let Ingrid go. Look, we are sorry she tried to rob you. Ok, what is it that you wanted to talk about?” she asked.
Sylvia smiled when she heard Marge responding to her. She looked over at Karla, and then back to Marge. She figured she would not release Ingrid until she told Marge what she wanted. She also knew once she let the tiny dancer free, she had to be prepared to make a run for it just in case. Karla was armed with two guns on her hips and could take a shot at her. “I just want to talk business. You see, little Ingrid here tried to rob me, but I figured instead of killing her, I would come talk to you. I have a mission that my employer gave me, and because of Ingrid’s skills and from what I can see, your skills can be put to use for me.” she told her.
“Our skills to be used for you? Out with it. What do you want from us?” Marge asked. She could see the calm look on the woman’s face and she felt nervous. The woman had the look of a killer right now and she wondered if Ingrid was going to be killed right in front of her. It was still shocking that this same woman looked so normal when she was with Mandy. It made her wonder who she was and what employer sent her. She wondered what the mission was and now, very intrigued.
“hehehe you see, my employer wants to set up a sex trafficking ring. I am already in the process of finishing the set up. That is where you and your girls come in. I need someone to watch the sex slaves and care for them until they are sold. Judging by what you are doing to that woman behind you, I can tell you and your dancers can handle that task.” Sylvia said. She figured she would just come right out and tell them what she wanted. The intensity inside the room increased and she had to get this deal done. Her confidence was very high and if she could get them to help her, then she could finish her mission.
“What? You have an employer that wants to run a sex trafficking ring, and you want US to help you?” Marge asked with surprise in her voice. She was surprised this same woman that was friends with Mandy, operated in the dark world of crime. She still could see the fear in Ingrid’s eyes, and she felt scared for her. She cared for all of her dancers, so she had to make sure Ingrid was safe. “Why should we help you?” she added.
“Why should you help me? well, I do have the thief that was going around town robbing poor innocent women. I heard she even stole from the rich jewel business. You have law enforcement looking for her. I could simply turn Ingrid in and expose not only her, but your ENTIRE criminal enterprise here. I think it would be shocking news to learn that the wonderful Burlesque show in town was nothing but a crime ring. I would be rewarded, and your entire business would be destroyed. They would come to investigate this place and I am sure they would find out everything. You will go to jail and Ingrid might be dead. OR, you help me. Sounds good?” Sylvia offered. She knew she had the advantage and knew they would probably go along with her. She just wanted to hear that acknowledgement and then proceed with her plan.
Marge heard that reasoning and she froze. It was true. If that woman turned in Ingrid, their entire business would be under arrest and everything she worked for would be destroyed. Whoever this woman was, she was very dangerous and in command. She looked back at Diane and Susan who both had fear in their eyes. Karla had fear. Then she looked back at Sylvia. “Besides our own freedom, what else is in it for us?” she asked.
“That’s a good question. Well, for starters you can keep doing what you are doing now. I don’t care if you rob every single person in this town. That is not my concern. But it will be VERY lucrative for you as well. You see, my employers will pay top price for your assistance. You could make a lot of money helping me. Just think, you keep your business AND you make more money than you did with your crimes here. You will be rolling in money and living your best lives. So, you see, I am here to make you rich by simply helping me and my employers. Just help me kidnap women and manage them in secrecy. Doesn’t that sound good?” Sylvia asked with a wry smile. She could see the look on Marge’s face and sensed that the woman could see the great benefit in her offer.
Marge heard the offer, and it stunned her. This woman was offering her a piece of a criminal enterprise and she would be highly paid. She heard that she and her dancers would kidnap women and simply maintain them. In a sense, she was already doing that considering there was a drugged, nearly naked woman tied on the bed at this very moment. She started to smile and saw the golden opportunity to make even more money. She knew there was a lot of money in sex trafficking but never thought about being a part of that. However, this offer seemed very beneficial to her, and she loved it. “Ok, deal. So, what do you want us to do first?” she asked.
UP NEXT: The Deputy and The Outlaw: Sacrifice!!!!!
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PART 8
“She is really nice. I like her.” Becky said as she saw Sylvia walking away.
“Yes, she is a really a nice woman. Very friendly. I hope she moves one day to Plotsville. I think she would make a great citizen here.” Darby said as she watched Sylvia walking away.
“Hey, did she ever say what she did for business?” Becky asked, realizing that Sylvia never told them exactly what she did for a living.
“Um….actually she hasn’t. Well, whatever it is that she does, I am sure she will be a great success. There is something about that woman that makes me believe we will hear from her again and she will have made an impact here in town. Ok, muh apprentice, let’s finish up this patrol. Then we will go back to the station and see if we can keep piecing things together and catch this thief.” she said, then started to walk away. It was a little odd that Sylvia didn’t specify exactly what her business was, but she figured it was probably something private. Now, her mind went back to the thief. They had to find this person and that way give the citizens of Plotsville a reason to feel safe again. She also looked forward to the festival. It would bring the town together and everyone would have a good time. With the recent crime spree, Plotsville needed something to take the tension away. Darby knew that big things were coming, and she hoped the festival was an event that would turn things around in town and everyone felt safe. Now, it was time to catch a thief.
Sylvia walked into the hotel and headed towards her room. It was an eventful day, and she looked forward to packing her things and leaving early the next morning. She wanted to go back to the site of the new trafficking ring and start to get things ready. She needed help to set up cages and places to keep the women hidden. She was not really much of a manual laborer, so she wanted to ask Priscilla to send people to help set things up. She did her role. She managed to get Agatha Walden to buy the land and warned her to not go anywhere near the one barn at the far end of the land. She was also not going to be the enforcer of the trafficking ring. That was not her skill set. She wasn’t going to feed and maintain the prisoners, so it was up to Priscilla to supply those things. “Hehehe she must be crazy if she thinks I am going to do all that work. Ok, Priscilla, your turn to get things rolling.” she said to herself.
Sylvia made it back to her room and opened the door. She walked in and placed a few things down on the dresser that was in there. She then picked up a few papers she collected through the day, including writing a message to Priscilla. She had to make sure it was coded correctly so in case anyone was to read it, it wouldn’t spoil their plans. Secrecy was of the utmost importance. She looked at the paper and was still facing the door of the room because the dresser was near the door. She felt a little tired and would turn around soon and then lay down for a moment. She figured she would also go find some food, then retire for the rest of the night. As she read the paper, her eyes shifted. Her senses kicked in and a small smile formed on her face. She lifted her head from the paper and staring at the door, her eyes turned to slits. “Who are you and what do you want?” she asked, as she sensed someone else in the room with her.
The thief was surprised that Sylvia called her out. She was hiding in the room and when Sylvia had her back turned, she was going to attack her from behind. She maintained silence the entire time and made no noises. Now, she was caught and had to prepare to attack this woman and tie her down. She saw Sylvia turning around and now she was face to face with her. She had to act fast if she wanted to tie her down and force her to reveal her jewelry. “Don’t make any moves! I don’t want to hurt you!” she yelled out.
Sylvia saw a small statured person standing in the room facing her. She looked up and down the figure’s body and smiled. The person was wearing all black, from the long black sleeved shirt to the black trousers and black leather shoes. The dark gray hooded mask was on their head, and she knew this had to be the thief she heard about running around town and capturing women. In a way, she felt proud this thief chose her. It meant that she was important enough to go after, but also felt insulted at the same time that this person would even try something like this on her. She never carried herself like a potential victim, so she was going to have some fun with this thief. “How cute. You must be the thief going around town capturing helpless women and stealing their jewelry. You chose me today, huh? Well, that was a mistake.” she said with a sadistic smile on her face.
The thief was stunned. Not only did this woman catch her in the act, but she was also now being very defiant and showed no fear at all. That got her worried because her victims always had fear. It was her advantage over them. She wondered if she should just go back out the window from which she came or try to subdue this woman and really torture her. “Listen to me! I don’t want to hurt you! Do what I tell you or face some serious consequences! I mean it!” she yelled.
“Face some serious consequences, huh? What are you going to do? Bite my ankles? Hehe” Sylvia grinned. She wanted to unnerve this thief and cause them to make a mistake. She knew this thief relied on control of the victims. She looked at the small stature and knew this would be an easy matchup.
The thief was stunned at the defiance at this woman. She always had her victims cower in fear and this one was insulting her. Part of her mind told her to run because she did not have the mental advantage and couldn’t use fear. The other part of her mind was angry at the defiance and now this was more than just taking this woman’s valuables. It was about teaching her a lesson in manners! “Ok, you asked for it! You will regret this, and you will suffer!” she yelled with her emotions getting out of control.
Sylvia had a calm smile on her face when she saw the intruder headed her way. She knew she was in emotional control and when the thief swung at her, she easily moved to the side, then countered with a quick punch to the stomach. It wasn’t hard, but enough to make this thief reconsider coming after her. She figured it would be a good time to use the fighting skills she learned from her bounty hunter friends because eventually, she might need them against Darby Reeves! “That’s all you got? Hmmm… easier than I thought.” she taunted.
The thief was enraged when she missed her swing, and her stomach was punched. It stunned her and then she heard those taunts. She wanted to tear this woman from limb to limb, then tickle her to death! She tried to bull rush her, but suddenly the woman moved out of the way and before she could react, she was spun around and then got hit right in her hooded face. That really stunned her, and she started to wobble. Then she lost her mind when she felt a kick to her stomach, and she hunched over.
Sylvia managed to strike the thief in the jaw and then kicked her in the stomach. As soon as she saw the thief hunched over, she lifted a knee into the stomach again, then grabbed the hood at the top, lifted the thief upright, then smiled. “Goodnight…..” then pinched a nerve in the collarbone area.
The thief felt her wind leave her body again when the knee hit her, then as she felt herself lifting upright, she saw Sylvia ready to strike her and then suddenly, she felt the hand pinching her collarbone and she started to black out. The last image in her eyes before she blacked out and hit the floor was a smiling Sylvia.
Sylvia looked at the knocked-out thief and she grinned. She yawned for a moment and then shook her head. She loved how easily she dispatched the same thief that was causing terror amongst everyone. Now, there the thief was, knocked out and on the floor. She decided against punching the thief directly in the face, because she wanted to unmask them. She wanted the thief to be conscious when that happened. Then an idea filled her mind, and she figured it would be a good time to practice her torture technique. It was going to be a lot of fun tickling this thief. She looked at the small body and started to determine this was a woman. When she touched the thief after hitting them in the stomach and then the collarbone, she doubted it was the physique of a man. That really excited her because now she could play with this woman and drive her wild. Sylvia knelt down, then scooped up the thief and then carried her over to the bed. She confirmed in her mind that this was a woman because they were very light weight. “Hehehehe you are not very good at subduing women who can fight back.” she joked to herself.
Sylva then placed the woman on the bed and noticed a pouch near the bed. She wondered if there were ropes inside because this thief did tie up the women she robbed. It would be poetic if the thief herself would be tied up with her own ropes. She opened the pouch and found several ropes in there and she smiled. She didn’t even have to use her own ropes and could just use those instead. She took out several of them and got prepared to tie her down. Then an idea came to her mind. She loved the idea and started to get to work. She wanted to strip the thief naked but leave the hood on the head. When she removed the hood, it would be the ultimate humiliation for someone who tormented so many other women. She went to the right foot and started to unlace that small shoe. She noticed the size was very small and that it would be fun. Once she unlaced the shoe, she removed it and tossed it over her shoulder. She looked at the black sock and saw just how small the foot was. It appeared to be a size 5 or even shorter. She then went over to the left shoe and unlaced it. Once she pulled it off, she looked inside, and it was a size 5 shoe. She casually tossed that shoe over her shoulder and giggled. “You are such a tiny thing! Now, let’s see what you look like naked.” she said with a smile.
Sylvia then started to peel the left sock off. She saw the sock sliding down the leg and saw some pale skin. Once it cleared the ankle, she felt herself getting a bit excited. The sock then came off the heel and that creamy skin was exposed. She liked what she saw so far and kept pulling the sock off the foot. The heel was well rounded and then the arch started to appear. She could already tell the foot was going to be a thick little foot because the arch was minimal, and the flesh was quite meaty. The ball of the tiny foot then appeared, and it looked quite tender. Once she pulled the sock off the toes, she couldn’t help but smile. They were tiny toes but resembled little grapes. She thought they were so adorable and couldn’t wait to find out how ticklish they were. She then went over to the right sock and quickly peeled that sock off. She saw the tiny toes on that foot and knew this woman was probably going to be really adorable. She clapped her hands with excitement because now it was time to remove the trousers. She went to the belt buckle and started to undo it. Sylvia grinned as she heard the thief sleeping away with the softest snoring sounds. She loved knocking people out and taking advantage of them. Once the belt came undone, she slid it out from the trousers and tossed it to the floor. She then unbuttoned the pants, and grabbed both the pants and underwear, she slid them off the thief’s hips and slid down those small legs. She then pulled it off the feet and now this thief’s entire lower body was naked. She then looked at the spot between the legs and smiled. There were those blond pubic hairs and that meant whoever this was, was a blond woman. It also confirmed what she already knew. This thief that terrorized the town was in fact, a woman. “Oooh!! So, you’re a woman! This will be even better. I bet that pussy of yours will be lots of fun!” she said and getting really excited.
Sylvia then started to unbutton the shirt. She was getting more thrilled knowing that this thief was going to have her body played with. She really hoped she was ticklish, because it would be great fun for her. She knew this thief caused fear in her victims, so she wanted to instill fear into her! Once the shirt came undone, she opened it up, then slowly took it off the arms. The shirt was now clear from the body, and she tossed it to the floor. Now it was time for the bra. She giggled when she saw those very small breasts and had to make sure she made fun of them to embarrass this thief. She then reached under the back and unclasped the bra. She carefully removed the straps off the shoulders, then took the cups right off the chest. She giggled when she saw the naked breasts. They were in fact very small and these light brown nipples were also small. She wanted to really embarrass this woman and now it was time to tie her up. She was completely naked and would be helpless. She started to get excited about the thought of the thief waking up, realizing she was naked, then having her hooded mask come off. It would be such a sweet moment. She grabbed the ropes and then quickly tied one end of the rope to the right wrist, then the other one to the headboard of the bed, lifting the arm up slightly. She repeated the procedure with the left wrists and now, the thief’s arms were tied above her head and slightly elevated. Sylvia moved to the ankles and giggled because there was so much room between the thief’s foot and the foot of the bed. She tied a longer rope to the right ankle, then the other end to the leg of the bed. She then finally tied down the left ankle in the same manner, then stood up. She felt proud of herself because this once proud thief was now naked and tied to the bed spreadeagled. She saw that nice looking pussy and saw how pink the lips were between the legs. Her adrenaline started to flow because now it was time to wake this woman up. She went over to the head and gently started to slap both cheeks to wake her up. “Wakey wakey! Come on, wake up!” she taunted while she slightly slapped the woman.
The thief started to come to from her slumber. She felt a little groggy then her mind started to clear. She tried to move her limbs but then realized she couldn’t! She started to move her body, and all of her limbs were immobile. She lifted her head to see what was going on and looked towards her feet. She froze in absolute shock when she realized she was naked! She could see her breasts and her blond pubic hair. Then she looked to her left and saw her would be victim standing there with a huge smile on her face. Fear tore right through her body because for the first time in her criminal life, she was caught! “WHAT THE HELL???? LET ME GO!!” she yelled.
“hehehe you’re awake now! That is a good thing! Sorry I had to knock you out so easily. You were a little boring to fight and way too easy. So, I decided since you wanted to spend time with me instead of leaving when you had the chance, we would have some fun together! I wanted to make you comfortable so we could play some……games. Hehehe” Sylvia taunted. She could see the woman started to struggle in her bondage and that really excited her. She knew she had this woman dead to rights and it was time to humiliate her.
The thief was stunned that she was captured. She also felt fear growing inside her when she heard that they would be playing games. She also realized this was no normal woman. This woman had some kind of fighting skills. She started to get mad at herself for thinking of robbing this woman and now she was trapped with no way to escape. The only thing she could do was bluster her way out of this and hoped the woman would let her go. “Listen to me right now! You had better let me go! It will not be good for your health to have me trapped like this! AND WHY AM I NAKED???!!!” she screamed.
“You’re naked because I wanted to see if you were cute. You are cute! Such a tiny body! Your tits are about as flat as a wall, your feet look like a child’s and your legs are quite thin and very short. You are such a tiny little thing! I will say this, however. You have a very, very pretty pussy.” Sylvia teased. She couldn’t wait to see the reaction from the thief when she insulted her body. She wanted to play mind games with her, then perform the ultimate domination thing. To expose her face. When she was taking off the thief’s clothes, she did wonder what she looked like. She hoped it was a pretty face. She wanted to truly embarrass the woman but if her face was cute, then she really would like to force an orgasm out of her.
The thief felt embarrassed when she heard Sylvia insulting her body. She knew she was small and used it to her advantage when she was robbing people. Her small and agile body was very important for her to be successful. But now that she was caught, the insults to her body really hurt her and she felt really angry at the woman who was smiling at her. “You bitch! Let me go NOW!!!!” she yelled.
“Bitch? Did you just call me a bitch? Hehehehe You’re so cute.” Sylvia mocked and then sat on the bed. She could see the struggling within the bonds and knew she had this woman right where she wanted. Now, it was time to humiliate her. She looked at the hooded mask and wondered what this woman looked like. It was going to be such a devastating moment for the thief, and it was time to crush her. “You know, I am a bitch. I am a mean, CRUEL, bitch. So mean, that I will do the one thing that will hurt your pathetic feelings. I want to see your face. Let’s get this mask off of you and see what you look like...” she said with an evil grin.
The thief gasped when she heard Sylvia’s response. She couldn’t believe her ears and now the realization of those words sank into her heart. She was completely naked, but that is not what terrified her. She was caught like a rat and now, her identity was about to be exposed. That would destroy her career as a thief in the night. The fear of going to jail filled her mind and she was also concerned about something else in her life. If her identity was known, it would destroy not just her life. “No!!! Y-You can’t!! Don’t you dare!!!” she yelled with fear in her voice.
“Awww….you sound scared. You are probably really ugly, but rest assured, I don’t care if you are ugly. I just want to see who you are. After all, you are the one who caused so many women in this town to fear you. You are the tiniest little thing, yet you made so many people fearful. So, let’s see what you look like. Hehehe” Sylvia said, then got herself closer to the head area. She could see the thief squirming and moving her head around. She knew this would break this woman mentally and be another woman she destroyed in her career. She reached her left hand forward and gripped the thief’s neck, slightly choking her. She heard her gasping and struggling, then she used her right hand to grab the top of the mask. She figured she would choke her a little to force her to keep her head from moving all over the place. She got a good grip on the mask, then pulled it right off the top of the head! She held the mask up in her hand and she looked at the face. The identity of the thief was finally revealed! Her eyes widened upon seeing that familiar face. It was a very cute face, and the short, blond hair was the giveaway. She recognized the face and had a huge smile. “I know you. Hehehe You’re one of the dancers at the burlesque show! You are the tiny one!” she said with a smile.
The thief felt herself choked and that caused her to keep her head still while her body was squirming around. Then she felt her heart stop when she felt her mask starting to slip off her head. This was her greatest fear. Being captured and her identity exposed. Then she felt the mask come off her head and now, she was exposed. Her career was over, and she was in total shock. She could see her mask in Sylvia’s hands and then saw her face. That sadistic smile really unnerved her, and she felt defeated. She heard Sylvia mentioning that she was a dancer at the burlesque show, and she felt her body filling with shame. Now, her fellow dancers were going to be in trouble, and it was all her fault. She closed her eyes for a moment and the weight of this moment really sat on her. “Why did you take off my mask?” she asked softly.
“You ARE that dancer at the burlesque show! I remember seeing you there. You were the one dancing and performing very athletic moves as though you were a gymnast.” Sylvia said. She started to feel proud of herself because she was the one person in this town that figured out who the thief was. Now it was time to continue to embarrass this woman. She felt very powerful and wanted to break her will. “What is your name? Wasn’t it…. Ingrid, or something like that?” she asked.
Ingrid looked at Sylvia and the shame continued to fill her soul. She loved being a dancer and she also loved being a thief. She was the one who helped bring money back to Marge and the others by robbing all those women. She was very successful in her adventures in Plotsville and now all of that was in jeopardy because she let her own ego get the best of her. Her brain started to think that she should have left when she had the chance. Now, she was tied up, naked and her identity exposed. “Please…let me go.” she whimpered.
“Hehehe I asked you a question. Is your name, Ingrid? Am I right?” Sylvia asked. She felt herself having a lot of fun and saw the look of defeat in those eyes.
“Yes…..my name is Ingrid. Please, you have to let me go. I am sorry I tried to rob you.” Ingrid said with emotions in turmoil. This was the worst night of her criminal career, and wondered what was going to happen to her next.
“Hehee yeah, you definitely tried to rob the wrong person. Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Sylvia. Sylvia Cartier. I am a trained assassin. That’s what I do for a living. Yep, you picked the WRONG victim today. Hehehe” Sylvia told her. She felt very powerful and because she was a criminal herself, she figured she could introduce herself and her occupation. She knew Ingrid was not going to go around telling her identity because it would expose her own identity.
Ingrid gasped when she heard who Sylvia was. It made it even worse that the victim she went after was a trained assassin. She realized that was why she was so easily captured and how she was even caught inside the room. Then I dawned on her. If this woman was a trained assassin and she was tied up, then it meant that she could possibly be killed right now. That sent of a new tidal wave of fear in her body, and she tried to breathe so she could beg for her life. “No!!! Please don’t kill me!!!” she screamed.
“hehehe kill you? That does sound fun. I mean, you were planning to do who knows what to me, right? You were planning on tying me up and trying to steal my valuables. I should kill you. You are naked and helpless. I know who you are. Ending you would be quite satisfactory.” Sylvia told her. She loved the fear she put inside of Ingrid and wanted to really drive her crazy. “But, I will be nice to you. I won’t kill you. In fact, if you agree to be a test subject, I might even release you. So, how about it? Do you want to be a test subject for me?” she asked with an evil smirk.
Ingrid did not like the look on Sylvia’s face, but whatever being a test subject meant, it was surely better than her losing her life. “Yes!! I will be your test subject! Please don’t kill me!” she begged.
“Good girl!!! You know, for someone who caused great fear, you are really a nice little kitty cat. Hehehe and speaking of kitty cats, yours is very pretty. Hehehe” Sylvia taunted, then gently patted the blond pubic hairs.
Ingrid flinched when she felt that hand petting her mound. That really got her juices flowing and she had no idea what she agreed to. She felt a little relief that she was not going to be killed but still wondered what was going to happen to her. “W-What are you going to do to me? What do you want to test?” she asked.
“That’s a great question! I want to test your body’s responsiveness. I got some major plans happening soon, so I have to keep my skills up. So….” Sylvia began. She loved how hard Ingrid flinched when she petted her pussy. She then moved her fingers to the outstretched left armpit and gently ran her fingertips down the armpit. She felt it flinching and the look on Ingrid’s face told her everything she needed to know.
Ingrid felt those fingers on her armpit, and it sent a major chill in her body. She felt the fingers still softly stroking her skin and she felt that very familiar sensation. It started to tickle her, and she bit her lip. She didn’t want to show Sylvia that she was ticklish. She still wondered what was going to happen to her, but she did not want to give the assassin something to tease her about as well. “What hehehe are you going to DOOOOOOOOOO to me?” she said while squirming when the fingers moved a little faster.
“Hehehehe you are so cute! What am I going to DOOOOOOOOOOOO to you?” Sylvia asked in a mocking voice. She loved how Ingrid was reacting, and it appeared this thief was a ticklish woman. That was such a great find for her because now she could humiliate her in the best kind of way. She then moved her fingers a little faster and those cute little giggles were starting to come out. She paused her fingers for a moment just to tease poor Ingrid again. “Ingrid, could it be? Don’t tell me you are…….ticklish. hehehehe Are you ticklish? Tell me pretty little girl.” she taunted.
Ingrid heard the word “tickle”, and she started to lose it. Out of all the dancers, she was usually the most ticklish one. There were times when they would jump on her and tickle her because of her small stature. It was how she came up with the idea of tickling her victims. It was such a brutal experience for her, and it would make her very submissive to them. Those sessions usually ended up in sex, but the idea of tickle torturing women seemed like a great thing to do. Now, it was happening to her again and she knew she was in deep trouble being tied up and completely naked. “NO!!! DON’T DO IT!!! PLEASE!!! DO NOT DO THAT!!!” she screamed.
“hehehe that’s what I want test, deary. I want to test how ticklish you are. That is why you are my test subject. You did agree to it, right?” Sylvia taunted, then started to scurry her fingers in that exposed armpit. She loved that look on Ingrid’s face and she appeared to be in great distress. “Kitchy, kitchy koo!” she teased.
“NOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE ME!!!!” Ingrid exploded into laughter. She could feel those fingers moving very fast on her armpit and the ticklish feeling was very overwhelming. The fingers were directly in the center of her armpit, and she tried to squirm. There was no way for her to protect her armpit because her arm was tied. She looked over towards that left armpit and she saw fingers moving really fast. She looked right back at Sylvia and saw that look on her face. Her captor had a very happy look on her face and that did not bode well for her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA COME ON!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!!! STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!” she screamed.
“Um, no. I don’t want to stop. I just want to tickle you silly! Hehehe” Sylvia teased, then focused on tickling that armpit. She loved the way Ingrid was screaming, but then it dawned on her. She was in a hotel room and if this woman kept screaming, then someone might come to see if everything was ok. She knew Ingrid was not going to admit who she was to anyone, but she didn’t want to take the chance. Because Ingrid could end up telling someone who she was really and that would destroy her own mission. She then stopped the armpit tickling as an idea came to her mind. She had to gag Ingrid and figured stuffing her own socks in her mouth would be a lot of fun. “You are so LOUD!! Hehehe do you want all of Plotsville to come here?” she giggled.
Ingrid sucked in wind as the tickling finally stopped. She felt her heart beating faster and she realized the predicament she was in. Now that Sylvia tickled her, she was in danger. She tried to pull at her binds, but they held firm. She hoped that she wasn’t going to be tickle tortured. It just seemed like a very humiliating thing to happen to her considering she used it against the victims she robbed. She really enjoyed listening to them scream for mercy. She truly enjoyed making them suffer as they refused to tell her where the jewels were. Her mind started to flashback to a few of the victims. She loved listening to them scream for mercy. She loved the way her fingers made them go absolutely crazy. Even the victims that did not have any jewelry, such as Millie the Plotsville schoolteacher, suffered under her hands. She watched as Sylvia knelt down and picked something up from the floor. She watched intently as she saw the assassin walking to the other side of the bed, knelt down and picked up something. She had no idea what was about to happen next, and she figured she might as well try to convince her to let her go. “Look, I am sorry I tried to rob you. You know who I am. There is no reason to keep me tied up. Just let me go, and you will never hear from me again. I can’t steal from anyone anymore thanks you removing my mask.” she told her.
Sylvia managed to find both socks and she picked them up. She listened to Ingrid trying to convince her to let her go, and it amused her. She wondered how this tiny woman would convince women to give up their valuables. She figured it was a good time to ask, before she gagged her. She sat down on Ingrid’s right side on the bed and looked at her. “Ingrid, you are correct. Your thieving days are over. You can’t go around breaking into any women’s homes and tying them up. I am curious, and please indulge me, how can someone as tiny as you capture women? I mean, how did you manage to learn such great skill?” she asked, then placed her right hand on the stomach and could feel how nervous it was.
Ingrid felt that hand on her stomach and a chill went through her body. She was always very ticklish on her stomach and her fellow dancer Olga loved tickling her there before they ended up having sex. She thought about the question asked and she figured that to avoid any potential torture, she should keep talking. The fingers on her stomach made her nervous, but she had to keep Sylvia’s mind away from tickling her. “I-I was a gymnast for most of m-my life. I-I used my balance abilities to b-break into homes.” she stammered as she felt the fingers slightly moving on her stomach.
Sylvia had a wry smile as she heard that nervous voice. She liked teasing the stomach and wanted to tickle her a lot. However, she was curious about the skill of this woman and wanted to learn everything. She knew how to break into homes and commit assassinations, so she wanted to see if there was something Ingrid knew how to do that she didn’t. “A gymnast, huh? Fascinating. I am guessing you used the element of surprise on your victims, like you tried to do to me. I am curious though, once you captured them and tied them up, how did you get them to tell you where the jewels are. I have already looked through your pouch and I don’t see a gun or a knife or a weapon of any kind. How did you do it?” she asked.
Ingrid got really nervous hearing that question. The fact Sylvia had already tickled her made her very fearful of telling her what she did to her victims. The fingers started to move again, and she knew she better start chatting or she was really going to get it. “Hey!! C-cut hehehehe that out! I will tell you! Just hehehe stop touching my stomach!” she demanded.
“Ok, fine. You’re no fun….hehehe” Sylvia joked then removed her hand from the stomach area. She loved the fact she had captured the notorious thief, and she was going to learn all her methods. She then looked at Ingrid’s face and flashed a sadistic grin. “Ok, tell me.” she said calmly.
Ingrid felt relieved the hand left her stomach. The look on Sylvia’s face started to make her very scared. It was the moment of truth. She was going to reveal her torture method and prayed that the assassin would not use that same method against her because it would be the most horrible irony of her entire life. She closed her eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath. She opened her eyes again and looked at Sylvia and her sadistic smile. “Well….Once I had them tied down, I would….. um…..torture them.” she said softly.
“Torture?? Ooooooh!!! I like the sound of that! Go on, tell me how you tortured them? Did you twist their fingers or something?” Sylvia asked. She was a little excited about the idea that this tiny woman tortured her victims. In a way, she started to admire her. Here was this little woman going around terrifying women in Plotsville and tortured them. She smiled, then started to clap her hands in excitement. “Tell me! How did you torture them?” she asked again.
Ingrid could see how excited Sylvia was and she was in disbelief. Out of all the women she targeted, this one had to be a trained assassin. She swallowed hard because it was time to admit her method. “It is a bit different. Something no one expects. I……I…..please don’t laugh. It really is an effective torture. I….I tickled them….” she said the tickle part very quietly.
Sylvia thought she heard Ingrid say she tickled her victims, but the voice was so low, she couldn’t hear it clearly. She then placed her hands on Ingrid’s sides and started to squeeze that flesh. The body was very thin, so she got a lot of the muscle because there was no fat on this woman. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you! Speak up!” she demanded.
“WAIT!! NOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO!!!” Ingrid wailed away as she felt the hands squeezing on her sides. She did not expect that attack and now the intensity of her laughter increased. She really did not want to be tickled and because she was tied down, she felt so helpless. It started to really sink into her mind that this was how her victims felt. When she played with the other dancers, she was never tied down. It was something fun and they held her down, but she at least got some tickles back in. With her being tied down, her entire body was helpless, and she could not defend herself. The ticklish feelings were tearing through her body, and she needed to get herself free. Now the desperation of her victims filled her mind, and she was going to be just like them. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I TICKLED THEM!!! IT TICKLED THEM!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP IT PLEASE!!!” she screamed.
Sylvia laughed when she heard that desperate laughter. There was something very cute about Ingrid’s laughter that amused her. She loved watching that tiny body move as much as it could. She never had a victim this short before and it was going to be fun exploring that body. She then released her hands and wanted to wait for Ingrid to calm down. She heard her scream that she tickled her victims and that really got her excited. She found it absolutely amazing that this woman tickled women and forced them to give up their jewels. She knew how effective tickling could be and when she learned it from Thalia, Helga and Svetlana, she thought it would be something rare to use. Now she wanted to know why this thief used tickling instead of the more painful torture methods. “You tickled them? How cute! Why do you tickle them? Why not break their fingers or something else painful.” she asked.
Ingrid started to suck in wind after that tickle attack. She started to really get nervous because her own ticklishness was getting out of control. She was always dreadfully ticklish, and she was glad she did not consume any of the potion that Marge had. If she did, then she would probably lose her mind and get committed to some kind of asylum. She felt her heart race and her mind was spinning. She heard Sylvia’s question, and she knew she better answer or more tickling was going to happen. “I-I do it…..because….it can…be torture. Like,…how it is…..right now.” she panted.
“hehehe I will agree! Yes, tickling can be torture. Now you see what I like to do to victims of mine that will not be killed by me. hehehehe” Sylvia responded. She then took the tip of her right index finger and slowly started to drag it from right below the breasts and right down the stomach. She felt the stomach quivering and the giggles had already returned. It was a lot of fun tickling a woman who used tickling herself. “hehehe I do find it ironic that you use tickling as torture, when you are ticklish yourself. Hehehe I like that you use it. As you already know, it is very effective. Hmmmm…. A thief that used tickling. I guess you are the Tickling Thief! Haha” she laughed at her own joke.
Ingrid heard what was said but she couldn’t really respond because that finger was dragging down her very sensitive stomach and it was driving her crazy. Her body started to twitch around, and she couldn’t help but let giggles out. She looked at that finger dragging across her very sensitive skin and she wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there. “hehehehe stop tickling me! Please!!” she cried out.
“I like tickling you. It is a lot of fun actually. Just when I thought my night was going to be boring, you showed up and are the perfect tickle toy! Now, I want to have a lot of fun with you, but you can get very loud. I think I will keep you quiet for a moment, and then we can chat in a little bit. I have got more questions to ask of you. So, tickle tickle.” Sylvia said then started to scrabble her fingers over the exposed belly. She loved that reaction and saw Ingrid twisting as much as she could, even though her body still remained in place because she was tied spreadeagled. She looked at her mouth that was wide open, she quickly stuffed both of the socks into the mouth. She stuffed them deep enough so Ingrid could not spit them out, and it served as a great gag. “There we go. Now I can tickle you and you can scream as loud as you like. Hehehe” she told her.
Ingrid’s eyes popped wide open when she felt something getting stuffed in her mouth. She had no idea what was shoved in her mouth, but the taste of it was odd. It felt like cloth material and knew she had been gagged. That was not a good sign for her because just like she did with her victims, there was about to be some ruthless tickling, and she wouldn’t be able to scream loud enough for someone to come help her. Her eyes grew big when she saw Sylvia’s fingers wiggling in the air. Then they suddenly went to her sides, and she exploded in laughter. “AAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOO” she screamed into her gag.
Sylvia felt a rush of adrenaline flowing through her body as she heard that horrific muffled laughter. She loved the fact that she got to torture someone while she was in Plotsville. She figured she would come to this town, befriend Darby to scout her, then perhaps look at some of the women in town as potential sex slaves, then leave. This was the best moment of all. She loved tickling helpless women, and what she did to her last victim was fun. She enjoyed torturing Kylie and thought she was done with tickling someone until the trafficking ring was going. Ingrid was such a fun target, and she wanted to make sure she really had some fun with her. She was also curious about some of her methods and looked forward to forcing her to tell her some. Her fingers sank into that flesh on the sides and the reaction was beautiful. This tiny body was about to be a lot of fun for her.
Ingrid could feel the hands sinking onto her sides and the ticklish electricity really tore through her. She still couldn’t believe she was captured and tied down. She was naked and she was unmasked. It was her worst nightmare and now she was being tickled as well. She couldn’t help but laugh. It was a horrible feeling for her, which is why she loved doing it to her victims. She also could taste the material in her mouth and wondered what was stuffed inside her mouth. It muffled her screams, and that made it all the worse. She screamed in laughter as loud as she could and hoped there would be some kind of mercy.
Syvia couldn’t help but giggle as she heard that desperate laughter coming from Ingrid. It was very funny that a woman who went around tickling others, was deathly ticklish herself. She loved how the face of Ingrid started to turn red and knew she was already in agony. Her eyes looked at the tiny breasts and she laughed again. She couldn’t wait to play with them and then insult her. She heard that muffled scream and she saw the look in the eyes. She started to think that Ingrid was probably wondering what was in her mouth. She paused her tickling for a moment and wanted to play mind games. She looked over the naked body and waited for Ingrid to calm down for a moment. “Awww….you really are so ticklish. Hey, I bet you are wondering what is inside your mouth. Am I right?” she asked.
Ingrid took in as much air as she could when the tickling stopped. Her body was tingling, and she started to pull at her binds once again. The ropes were tied tight, and she couldn’t get herself free. She heard the question posed to her and she did in fact wonder what was inside her mouth. The taste was strange, and she could taste some salt. She nodded her head yes and hoped for an answer.
“hehehe You are going to love it! You see, I want to have some fun with you. That includes humiliating you too. So, I thought the best way to get you to laugh your cute little head off without waking up all of Plotsville was to stuff your mouth with something personal of yours. Your socks! Don’t your feet taste great?” Sylvia said, then had a knowing smirk on the face. She saw Ingrid’s eyes light up and she knew the woman was about to be disgusted.
Ingrid heard that answer and he felt herself wanting to gag. She couldn’t believe her own socks were in her mouth. She had been wearing them for quite some time. She wasn’t scheduled to dance on this particular day, so she never got into her dancer outfits and was in her shoes and socks for most of the day. Now she understood the salty taste and she felt so humiliated. She closed her eyes for a moment and that made the taste really start to settle in. She opened her eyes and started to whimper. She wanted to get her socks out of her mouth and avoid having to taste her own foot sweat. “Please…take them out.” she whimpered.
“Hehehe no. I think they can stay there for a little while longer. You should be grateful. Or I wonder if you would be disappointed. I did for a brief moment think about stuffing that mouth of yours with your underwear. Hehehe can you imagine? You would taste your own pussy! Now THAT would have been fun. Have you ever wondered what your pussy tastes like?” Sylvia taunted. She was starting to enjoy herself because she was in complete control. She started to wonder what else she could do to this thief. She even started to think about potentially turning her in to Darby to be arrested. If she did that, then Darby would fully trust her and would probably even reward her. That would really be a good thing. She also wondered how else she could use this capture to her advantage. She then pressed her fingers into the ribs to torment Ingrid while she contemplated what her end game with the woman was going to be. “Hmmm…..what should I do with you?” she mused.
Ingrid exploded in laughter when she felt those fingers now digging into her ribs. She tried desperately to move her body around, but she was tied too tight. She looked at the fingers pressing into her delicate ribcage and the ticklish tremors completely overwhelmed her body. She closed her eyes and screamed as loud as she could into the sock gag. She still couldn’t believe she was gagged with her own socks. She still couldn’t believe she was even in this position and getting tortured. The fingers were now finding the creases in her ribs and tickled each one. She saw how the fingers moved from one rib to another, and it became clear to her that his assassin knew how to tickle someone as well. It surprised her that there were people out there that knew how to use tickling as a form of torture. She thought her and her fellow dancers were the only ones to discover that method and use it on helpless people. The fingers were focused on the lower part of her ribs and each poke drove more intense tickling feelings in her body. “YOU GOT TO STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T TAKE IT!!!” she screamed into her socks.
Sylvia continued to move her fingers deftly with each rib, making sure she tried to cover each spot. The ribs were a smaller area considering the small stature of this woman. As her fingers continued to poke, prod and squeeze, she tried to think about what she could do with Ingrid. Letting her go without using her was not an option. For the moment, turning in the Tickling Thief seemed like such a great idea. Not only Darby, but the rest of the town would probably appreciate her and even honor her. It would be such a great moment to have the citizens honoring her, even though she planned to kidnap a few of the women, including Darby, to become sex slaves. “What should I do with you? What should I do with this ticklish little doll that I have? hehehehe give me some ideas!” she taunted as she continued to tickle the ribs.
Ingrid groaned in ticklish agony as she heard Sylvia just talking to her. It was so embarrassing to her that she was not in control. She felt helpless and that bothered her more than anything else. She wished she could somehow get herself free, then attack Sylvia. The fact this woman bested her really hurt her ego and she wanted some kind of revenge. Her mind was still in ticklish turmoil, but she wondered if her attacker was ticklish too. She wanted to find out and then make her suffer. She would put her socks in her mouth to see how she liked it as well. She looked at Sylvia’s smirking face and she started to really hate her. She glared at her while she was laughing, doing whatever she could to focus on not being so ticklish.
Sylvia saw the look on Ingrid’s face and smiled. She knew that look. Even though the tiny woman was laughing her head off, she could tell the anger was growing inside her. That’s what she wanted to see. She knew this woman had to have had an ego and being tied down and tortured was humiliating. Now it was time to torment her ego and start to break this woman down. Her ticklishness would be her undoing, and it was time to make her suffer. She paused her tickling of the ribs and smiled. “Hehehe look at that face! You must really hate me right now. I hope you do. You should hate a lot of things. For starters, I know you hate having tiny tits. Hehehe No wonder no one knew your gender. They talked about how you could have been a small man. Now that I have seen your chest, a man has bigger tits than you. HAHAHAHAHAHA” she insulted with a laugh.
Ingrid started to blush when she heard that insult. She was confident in her body and could get men horny, but she did wish her chest was bigger. She wished she had breasts like her fellow dancer, Rita. She managed to use her small chest to her advantage and became a thief. She liked the fact that no one knew her gender when she attacked the victims. Now that she was captured, and her chest was being made fun of, that really hit her hard. She knew this woman was going to break her ego. Even though she was already getting tired, she wanted to fight this woman. “Leave me alone!” she yelled.
“Hehehe yes, you have some TINY tits. You are a dancer, so I guess there are some men out there who like women that have no chest at all.” Sylvia said with a mocking smile. She really liked messing with Ingrid’s head and wanted to keep her off balanced. She then reached her hand forward and tweaked the right nipple. She heard a small grunt, so she tweaked the nipple again. She started to hear more grunts, then she took the nipple between her index finger and thumb and lifted the nipple up as far she could go, pulling on the breasts. “There! Now your chest is bigger. You can thank me. hehehe” she joked.
Ingrid felt her nipple being pulled on and it caused her some pain. Then she heard that insult and it really bothered her. This woman wanted to embarrass her and so far, she was doing just that. She felt her nipple getting let go and she felt it throb a little. She glared at Sylvia and wished she could knock that woman out, strip her naked and do terrible ticklish things to her.
“Hehehehe you are STILL glaring at me? You shouldn’t be mad! In fact, you should laugh a lot more. It does a body good!” Sylvia said, then plunged her fingers once again to the very vulnerable ribs. She dug in as hard as she could, and she loved the reaction she got. Ingrid seemed to be very ticklish on her ribs and she wanted to punish her a little bit and drive her crazy. “There you go! That’s it. Just laugh and laugh and laugh. When you start being nice to me and look at me with loving eyes, that is when I will stop tickling your ribs. You decide….” she told her.
Ingrid exploded in laughter once those fingers went after her ribs again. She felt them pushing into the spaces between her ribs and she absolutely lost control. The tickling feeling hit her like a log in the back of the head and she screamed. It tickled intensely and she tried to desperately pull her limbs free again. She could even feel the ropes starting to dig into her flesh because she was pulling so hard. She started to lose control of her body as she just couldn’t stop laughing. It was all too much and even though she wanted to keep hating Sylvia, the tickling was breaking her down. This is what she did to her victims, and it was being done to her. Fear now started to grow because she might lose this battle and become submissive to the assassin. She closed her eyes and just continued to laugh into her gag. There was no escape from this predicament, and that knowledge seemed to amplify her own ticklishness. The fingers moved to the upper parts of her ribs and that made her body convulse in ticklish agony. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!!” she screamed.
“Look who is a ticklish little girl! Heheheh look how ticklish you are! The dangerous thief is just a ticklish little bitch! Hehehehe you are a bitch, you know that? You deserve this! I bet each of your victims would love to get their revenge on you! You know, that might be a great idea! I could turn you in and arrange it that each of your victims get to tickle you! They will see your naked body and have their way with you. I bet they tickle these same ribs I am tickling. They won’t stop. I will tell them to keep tickling you until you lose your mind. Oh, and you have to give their jewels back. I think it is a great way to serve you justice! Hehehehe tickle tickle!” Sylvia taunted as she continued to attack the ribs. She loved taunting Ingrid because once she broke her ego, then she could really have some fun with her. She kept thinking about what she wanted to do with this woman. She even thought about how she could break her permanently. There was one way to do so and that was to rip an orgasm out of her. She remembered that every time she did that, her own victim would be so broken and so submissive. She liked that idea and couldn’t wait to do it to poor Ingrid.
Ingrid continued to laugh uncontrollably as her ribs were being tickled. The sensations were very powerful, and she felt her body temperature getting hotter. She could also hear the cruel taunts from Sylvia. The thought of her victims coming back and doing this to her really seemed to intensify the ticklish feelings. She imagined someone like Donna Prescott tickling her. That woman was an evil bitch to her, so she would torture her without mercy. She even thought about the clumsy deputy, Becky Lockhart. She would probably tickle her all over with the goofy grin and that would make her insane. She thought about poor Millie who suffered even though she did not have any jewelry. If those women got back to her, along with the many others, she would be in Tickle Hell. The fingers were now going up and down her ribs and that made her shriek even louder. She looked at Sylvia and could see she was having too much fun with her. She wanted to use her hate to try and diminish the ticklish feelings, but nothing seemed to make the sensations stop. She started shaking her head left and right, doing anything she could to deal with the horrible ticklish feelings flowing through her body.
Sylvia saw the thrashing and the headshaking, and she loved it. She knew her words must have been getting to poor Ingrid. She could see her will starting to slip and she just wanted to torture her. Her eyes looked at the exposed armpits and decided to play with them a little bit. She moved her fingers away from the ribs, and without missing a beat, started to scrabble her nails all across those armpit surfaces. “Are your armpits just as ticklish? Hehehe” she taunted.
Ingrid screamed into her sock gag even louder. The fingers came off her ribs and now were scraping along her armpits and that really got her body rocking. She never got tortured this long before. Even with her fellow dancers holding her down and tickling her all over, they did it just to get her squirming, then started to play with her sexually. This was just torture. This was what she did to others. She closed her eyes and all she could think about were those nails scraping all over her pits. She wished she could kick the woman or just spit at her. But there was nothing else she could do but endure the relentless tickling assault. Her body started to get tired, and her lungs were burning. She made eye contact once again and wished there could be some sort of break because the tickling was starting to make her crack. She didn’t want to become submissive like her victims, but if this kept going, she might not have a choice but to submit.
Sylvia formed an evil smile on her face as she saw Ingrid looking at her. She got happy because she could sense the fear in those eyes and knew the body had to start breaking down. Her fingers moved quicker across the armpits, and she watched poor Ingrid scream into her sock gag. She wanted complete control over this woman. She wanted to keep tormenting her in preparation for her true prize, Deputy Darby Reeves. She started to imagine if this was Darby tied down, naked and being tickled by her. She thought about what Thalia told her about the weakest ticklish spots on the body and that made her smile. The most famous of Darby’s weak spots were the soles of her feet. That reminded her of Ingrid’s tiny little feet. They weren’t big like Darby’s, but they were so cute and if this woman was ticklish on her upper body, then her feet could be really bad. She decided to play a little mind game with Ingrid, so she stopped the armpit tickling and paused for a moment. She wanted to let her catch her breath for a moment, then torment her mind. “That’s right, breathe. Just breathe. Poor little thing. You are so tickly! Hehehe” she teased.
Ingrid groaned in the aftermath of that tickling assault on her pits. She felt some gratitude that the tickling stopped, but she still hated Sylvia for doing this to her. Her dignity was slipping away, and her body was getting very tired as well. She took in huge breaths into her lungs and stared at her attacker. It was that smug smile, and those taunting words that really irritated her, but she knew it was part of the torture. She did the same to her victims and now she could feel their plight and how effective it was. She wondered what was about to happen next because it didn’t appear that Sylvia was done with her. “Stop…….stop doing this to me.” she said to her.
“Hehehe nope. I LIKE doing this to you! You are so much fun. You know, I need to get comfortable first. One second, please.” Sylvia said then stood up. She had been tickling Ingrid from sitting to the side of her. She figured she would now get between her legs so her own body angle to tickle Ingrid would work better. She slowly slipped off her leather boots and wiggled her stockinged toes. It was something she was going to do soon before she encountered this tiny woman. She felt some relief and then climbed onto the bed and in between Ingrid’s spread legs. She could still see that exposed pussy of her victim and looked forward to playing with it. Now, she sat on her heels and made herself comfortable. It was time to keep torturing this woman and just drive her insane. “Ok, where was I? Oh, I wanted to give you a choice! You see, I really love tickling you. You are far better than I imagined. It makes it better because of who you are. You are the Tickling Thief! You were so successful at what you were doing, but now you are a total failure. Bringing you down has got to be one of my best moments in this hellhole of a town. I was worried that I wouldn’t tickle anyone, but thanks to you being stupid, I got my chance! With that being said, here is your choice. I really, really, have a desire to tickle some feet. I mean, I want to REALLY tickle some feet. Yours are SOOOOOOOO cute too! But, I will leave it up to you. Do you want me to tickle your feet, or should I keep tickling those armpits of yours. If I tickle your feet, I won’t stop for quite some time. But if you choose your armpits, I will tickle you until you pass out, then wake you up and tickle you again. In fact, I just might take you home with me and become a sex slave! Can you imagine? A successful thief is now servicing me sexually!” she told her.
Ingrid’s eyes went wide with shock when she heard that choice. That really wasn’t a choice because both options were terrible. She really did not want her feet tickled because of how sensitive they always were. Her tiny toes curled in fear, but she thought about the other option. If her armpits were tickled again, she would lose control of her body. It would also mean she would become a sex slave to this woman. She would no longer work with Marge and the others, and her life would be miserable. She really did not want her feet tickled, but with her own freedom potentially on the line, she had to make a hard decision. She knew that if she didn’t answer, then both areas would be tickled anyway. That was the method of tickle torture. To play with a victim’s mind and make them panic. Now, she understood just how effective that method was because it made her make an impossible choice. “My feet…..my feet.” she whimpered.
“Hehehe awwww….your feet? I like that. But I want to tickle some pits a little while longer. I think you need to beg me to tickle your feet. So, start begging!!!!” Sylvia demanded, then leaned forward and started to run her nails all over the armpits again. She felt the body immediately tense up and started to shake. She heard that explosive laughter in that sock gag and she loved it. It was time to torture Ingrid even more and make her mind snap. She wanted to completely break this woman because a new plan started to form in her head. She loved the idea of what Ingrid’s future would be and it could pay off her not only her, but for Priscilla Montenegro as well.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHA MY FEET!!! HAHAHAHAH TICKLE MY FEEEEET!!!! THE FEET! THE FEEEEEET!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I DON’T HAHAHAHAHAHA WANT TO BE A SEX SLAVE!!!!” Ingrid screamed as loud as she could into her gag. The armpit tickling threw her off and the intensity was sky high. She felt those nails all over her pits, hitting some very tender spots in the center and even the outer edges. She wished she could reveal some information or something to get this tickling to stop, but it appeared that Sylvia wasn’t interested in information. She just wanted to torture her and that really got into her head. She kept screaming to have her feet tickled because she did not want to be a sex slave. Not to this woman who would surely torture her every day and make her life miserable.
Sylvia felt her body filling with pure joy hearing poor Ingrid screaming to tickle her feet. The mind game she played worked. She didn’t intend on making Ingrid a sex slave, but the fact she was willing to have her little feet tickled instead of becoming a sex slave made her very happy. The little thief was losing the battle of wills, and it meant she was going to push her over the edge. She listened to Ingrid scream about her feet, then she stopped the armpit tickling. She then leaned back on her heels and watched Ingrid try to calm down. She heard that soft groaning and those residual giggles and knew the poor thing was wearing down. She looked to her left and to her right and she saw those short legs. She then turned her head slightly behind her and could see the tops of those tiny feet. Those stubby toes looked so helpless. She shuddered thinking about how she would tickle them and got excited. She then looked back at Ingrid’s face and could see her eyes were closed and she was trying to suck in as much air as possible. “Awwww….you look cute when you’re tired. Honestly, I think you made a good choice!” she joked.
Ingrid felt her lungs burning and her body started to ache. She had already been put through a stress test of her body, and she wished her torment was over. Then the thought of her feet being tickled made her tense again. Just from the tickling she received already, she knew her feet were in ticklish danger, and she was really going to suffer. She looked at Sylvia’s face and now she felt the intimidation of her look. That was the one advantage that Sylvia had instead of her. With her victims, they couldn’t see her face. They couldn’t see her sinister smile or looks of joy as she tickle tortured them. Now, she could see what it looked like, and it worried her. Her attacker was enjoying herself too much and the facial expressions were really breaking her down. She started to feel nervous again and she couldn’t help but beg for mercy. “Please….let me go. Please don’t torture my feet. I-I learned my lesson…..I won’t try to rob anyone ever again.” she whimpered.
“Hehehehe I don’t really care if you do or not. I am not here to end your pathetic career. I do have plans for you. When I am done breaking you, I will let you know what I want you to do for me. But for now, let’s do what I know you wanted to do to me! hehehe If you went around tying women up, and tickling them until they gave up their jewels, that’s what you were planning on doing to me, right? Tie me up, take off my boots and just tickle me all over my body and feet until I give you what you wanted. I do have my boots off, but you will not get the chance to see if I am ticklish or not. Here, look.” Sylvia teased, then leaned back and unfolded her legs. She then placed her black stockinged feet directly on Ingrid’s belly and exposed her soles to Ingrid’s eyes. She wanted to taunt her and set her up for her next torture. She looked at the small feet next to her and it was just going to be a moment before she tickled the life out of them. She started to flex her toes and move her feet around, doing her best to tease Ingrid. “See my feet? I know you can’t see the skin, but my feet are quite tender right now. I bet you wish you had your grubby little paws on them and tickle them. Go ahead. Touch them. See if my feet are ticklish. Come on. Maybe I might laugh my head off.” she teased.
Ingrid was stunned as she saw those two soles facing her. She could see they were shapely and wondered what they looked like. She could smell a slight scent from those feet. Those feet must have been inside those leather boots all day long and she loved it when they were freshly taken out of the shoes. She saw the toes wiggling a bit and it teased her. The feet didn’t look too large, but they weren’t small either. She looked at how the foot would go from the heels, then spread a little as her eyes went up the soles and then saw how the toes descended in length from that big toe to the baby toe on both feet. Her mind started to wonder what it would be like to touch those feet. To see if they were soft or not. To see what color the skin on the soles was. She started to wonder if they were ticklish. That was her original plan when she first broke into this hotel room. She was going to tie this woman up, and tickle her all over. Ingrid really wanted to tickle the feet and now that they were sitting on her stomach and facing her, her desire to play with them grew. She wanted to hear laughter when her fingers would dance all over them. Then she would tear the stockings open and go after the bare feet. It reminded her of when she got to tickle Millie’s feet and many others. The way a helpless woman would scream when their feet were tickled was always such a great time for her and that was usually when they snapped and revealed their jewelry. She started to feel her lust growing because after being humiliated and tortured herself, tickling those feet would be the greatest revenge ever. “Your feet….I-I want them….” she muttered as she stared at those stockinged soles.
“I bet you do. So touch them. Feel my feet in her hands. Tear my stockings off and expose my bare feet. I bet you would absolutely LOVE to move your fingers all over the bottoms of my feet. Hoping that I would be laughing uncontrollably. I know you want to torture me. To make me laugh and laugh and laugh until I couldn’t stand it anymore and become your little pet. Is that what you want to do with me, Ingrid? Do you want to know if I am ticklish? Do you think I have ticklish feet?” Sylvia teased. She loved the mind game she was doing to her prisoner. She wanted to get Ingrid’s mind and body charged up with desire so she could really torture her. She did wonder what it would have been like to be trapped and have this tiny woman tickle her feet. She must have had talent because all those victims gave up their jewels. She figured the little thief wasn’t going to be as talented as her bounty hunter friends but could still do a lot of damage. She loved how she set Ingrid up and now she waited for her to take the bait.
Ingrid heard that question and started to feel her body aching with desire. She would love to tickle those feet. She started to move her hands but got frustrated because they were still tied to the headboard and not able to get her hands on those warm feet. She wanted to tear those stockings and have a ball. “Yes!!! I do think you have ticklish feet! I know you do! Give them to me! I-I promise I will be very kind to them. Please….” she started to beg into her gag.
“Hehehehe well, you will never know if I have ticklish feet. Maybe they are, maybe they are not., But I do know this………” Sylvia began. She then took her feet off of the stomach and now sat Indian style on the bed between those spread legs. She then reached both her hands out to the soles of Ingrid’s trapped feet and wiggled her fingers. “……YOU have ticklish feet!” she told her, then started to scrabble her fingers on the bottoms of those feet.
Ingrid saw those soles quickly disappear and suddenly she saw Sylvia looking right back at her sitting on the bed between her legs. Then she heard her words and suddenly, fingers were stroking the bottoms of her own feet. That caught her off guard and she exploded into laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOT THERE!!!!” she screamed into her gag.
Sylvia had a wry smile on her face as she moved her fingers up and down the soles of those feet. She could feel how soft they were, and she thought they were so cute. She loved the reaction she got because poor Ingrid exploded into hysterical laughter. She had her fingers on the arches of both feet and really liked how she kept trying to move her feet away. That made her go after each foot separately. She leaned to her left and then got onto the bed. She figured she would continue to drive Ingrid crazy, and placed her feet right back on the stomach, her feet now sideways. That allowed her to use her right hand to tickle the right foot, while her left hand gripped the tied ankle. She loved how the foot was moving around, so she tightened her grip, and the foot didn’t move as much. She saw those chunky little toes wiggling wildly. She went after the arch of the foot first. She wanted to tickle that very sensitive area, then started exploring the rest of the foot. She loved how tender the foot was. Her fingers slid easily across that skin and the laughter she heard in the background made her feel happy. She then tickled the instep and heard the cutest shriek. “hehehehehehe ticklish?” she taunted.
Ingrid continued to laugh hysterically into her gag. Those fingers in her arch were driving her crazy and when they touched her instep, she nearly lost it. She always had sensitive feet. There were times where Olga and the others would tickle her feet when she slept. They were great tickle targets, but she had never been tortured on them for too long. She closed her eyes and prayed this would all stop. It was getting to be too much already. Then her eyes saw those soles on her stomach again. She hated this moment because those feet were right there, teasing her. She saw the toes wiggle sometimes inside those stockings and craved them. Then she shrieked again when the fingers touched the instep right on the spot where it connected to the ball of her foot. That was a very sensitive spot and now her head was rocking side to side, doing everything she could to fight the terrible ticklish sensations. Then her eyes went right back to those teasing feet of her attacker, and she really wanted to get revenge.
“Heheheh poor Ingrid! Such ticklish feet. Such TINY feet. I bet your foot….” Sylvia began, then paused her tickle attack. She placed her palm on the foot, seeing how big the foot was compared to her own hand. She loved the fact that the foot snuggled easily within the length of her hand and that amused her. “……yep, your foot fits right into my hand. Hehehehe so tiny! And so…….TICKLISH!!!” she exclaimed, then started to run her fingers up and down the length of the tender foot.
Ingrid felt a brief respite in the tickle attack and tried to reorient herself. Then she felt her attacker’s hand resting on her foot and then heard the size comparison. She never liked that feeling. Rita would do that often to her, to make jokes in front of the others. She knew her feet were small, but she thought they were cute. She would tease Marge about her big feet, and everyone would have a great time. Now, her feet were being scrutinized by a woman who wanted to torture her. She continued to stare at those stockinged soled on her stomach and wished she could just touch them and give this woman a dose of her own medicine. Then she started to shriek in laughter once again when she felt the fingers going up and down her foot once again. She could feel them touching her heel, then went into her arch, then off the ball of her foot, only to go right back down the foot. It drove her wild and she had to figure out a way to get free or she was going to be tortured all night long. She had no idea how this would all end but prayed it would happen soon enough.
Sylvia continued to drum her fingers up and down the soft sole. She liked how her fingers would sink into the flesh and produced the cutest muffled laughter she ever heard. Tickling a smaller woman was getting to be a lot of fun. It also made her think of her prized target, Darby Reeves. She would be the complete opposite of Ingrid. Darby was very tall, and she had big feet. She already knew those large feet were extremely soft and extremely ticklish and she looked forward to touching them. There was something about this very tiny foot, however. It made her want to find shorter women and just tickle them all over. She thought Ingrid’s height was special and could do a lot of tickling damage to the shorter women. She then had an image in her head. She imagined what it would be like to have both Darby and Ingrid trapped together. She pictured them tied right next to each other and she would look at the bottoms of their feet right next to each other. The huge feet of Darby, next to the tiny feet of Ingrid. Sylvia really got excited about that thought and imagined what it would be like to tickle both of them together. It would be the experience of a lifetime! Now her eyes looked at those toes. Those tiny, chunky digits that were right there for her to play with. She wondered what the reaction would be and stroked the tip of her index finger right along the underside of those tiny digits. “Toes ticklish?” she asked.
Ingrid felt that finger stroke the undersides of her toes, and she lost it. She immediately curled her toes and started to thrash as hard as she could. Her toes were feeling very sensitive at the moment and knew that was the next targeted area. Her arches were her greatest weakness on her feet, but her toes were a very close second. Just feeling that finger under her toes made her panic and she had to get free immediately! “NOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA LEAVE MY HAHAHAHHA TOES ALONE!!!” she screamed into her gag.
“Hehehehe I guess that is a yes. You have such adorable little toes! Look at them all curled up. Hehehehe I love it. They look like little grapes.” Sylvia taunted and then tickled the pads of the toes, hoping to force them to move so she could go after the undersides once again. It didn’t take long after tickling the pad of the big toe that they opened up and she quickly got her fingers under the toes and just dug in. She could feel how strong Ingrid was as she tried to pull her foot away and that made her laugh. “Where do you think you’re going. Hahahaha nope, your toes get tickled! I think I could play with them all night long! Maybe I should even snack on them. They look so yummy! Would you mind if I taste them?” she teased.
Ingrid continued to roar in laughter into her gag as those fingers were now on the undersides of her toes. Ticklish shockwave after shockwave tore right through her body and she tried to thrash as much as she could, but her spreadeagled position made her unable to get away. She shut her eyes tight and tried to pull her foot away. Then she heard Sylvia talking about her toes and how delicious they looked. That made her open her eyes again because she heard her talking about tasting her toes. She could not let that happen! Not only were her toes insanely ticklish if they went inside a mouth, but it would also turn her on immensely. The last thing she wanted was to have her body aroused at this moment. Olga loved sucking on her toes, as well as Susan and it got her horny every single time, even when it tickled her. She started to desperately pull her foot away, but it was trapped. “NOOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T YOU DARE!!!! DON’T YOU DARE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Sylvia giggled to herself when she heard that desperate pleading. It appeared that Ingrid was afraid of having her toes sucked, and she wondered why. She started to think the tiny toes were a major weakness on Ingrid and she just had to explore that. She wanted to find all the weak spots on the foot, so she could inflict as much torture as possible. She saw those toes with her fingers and decided she was going to taste them. She wanted to see what the reaction would be and then use it to her advantage. “Mmmm….such tasty looking toes. I just want to gobble them up! Let’s give it a try….” she teased, then pulled her fingers out of the toes.
Ingrid felt a measure of relief when the fingers left her toes. The entire moment was so intense, and she felt a little tired. She looked towards her right foot and saw how Sylvia had her hands on it. She knew her foot was still in danger and had to catch her breath as much as possible. Then her eyes saw something, and she looked at the stockinged soles still resting on her stomach. She saw the hidden toes wiggling a little and it drove her wild. Her desire for ticklish revenge really started to grow and she wanted to get her hands on those feet. She wanted to tickle this evil woman all night and every day if she could. She felt humiliated by this woman and wanted to pay her back. Then her eyes popped wide open when she felt something very warm and wet now over her toes. She looked towards her foot again and what she saw horrified her. She saw Sylvia’s mouth wrapped around her big toe and index toe and she shivered. It tickled a little, but then she felt a sucking sensation and that forced shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She saw the mouth moving and then a tongue started to slither around those digits. “Mmmmmmm hehehehehehe don’t mmmmm do that!” she yelled into her gag.
Sylvia heard that muffled sound and couldn’t help but smile. She wanted to taste these helpless toes and once she did, she started to really enjoy herself. The toes were so small, and now that she had two of them in her mouth, she wondered if she could fit all five. She took her mouth off the toes and saw her own saliva on them. She then opened her mouth wide and managed to slip all five toes inside her mouth and she started to suck on them. She was proud that she managed to cram all five toes inside her mouth and then let her tongue slither a little. She felt excited when the toes started to wiggle inside her mouth and it made her laugh. She let the toes leave her mouth and she smiled. “Hehehehe I actually got all five of your toes in my mouth! Your toes are soooooooo tiny!” she taunted.
Ingrid felt embarrassed that her little toes were being ridiculed. She looked at Sylvia with disdain because this woman was really embarrassing her and just having her way with her. She clenched her toes and could feel how wet they were. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then felt her middle three toes go back inside the warm mouth and she shuddered. She could feel pleasure from it, but she hated being dominated. Then she felt that slippery tongue sliding between her toes, and it tickled her. “Hehehehehe stop that!!! Hehehe don’t do that!” she yelled into her gag.
Sylvia let her tongue slither between the toes, finding all that tender skin in the toe crevices. She was happy that the feet did not taste bad or even smell. This tiny woman took good care of herself, and she appreciated that. It felt great to play with this woman’s toes, but she wanted to hear her laugh again. She wanted her to be in misery again. She let the toes slide out of her mouth, then she started to scurry her fingers once again along the bottom of the foot and it immediately started to shake around. “Hehehehe that’s right! You told me to stop, so now I will just have to tickle you instead! Your choice….” she taunted.
Ingrid heard that taunt and she exploded into laughter. The way those fingers were moving up and down the sole of her foot was driving her crazy. It was a sudden attack, and she wasn’t ready for it. The pleasure on her toes felt nice, but she did not want to be turned on and humiliated further. Now, she regretted it and wished the tickling would stop. She tried once again to pull her foot free, but she was trapped. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE!!!! YOU BETTER STOP!!!! HAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Sylvia started to laugh when she heard that demand. She heard Ingrid tell her that she had better stop which sounded like a threat. She paused the tickling for a moment and stared directly at Ingrid. “I better stop? Hehehe Or what?” she asked with a menacing smile.
Ingrid felt the tickling stop and started to catch her breath. The tickle attack was fierce, and she needed to have it stop. She looked at Sylvia and heard what she said. She knew another tickle attack was coming just by judging the evil smile on her face. She knew this might be her last stand, so she decided to be defiant. “You….better stop tickling me. Or….I will hunt you down and tie you up. I will strip you naked and….” she began to say.
“Ooooh!!! This sounds like fun! So, you will hunt me down and tie me up. That sounds good! Then, you will strip me naked. What happens next?” Sylvia interrupted and asked in a teasing voice. She loved how Ingrid was trying to stay defiant, but she knew this young lady was going to suffer in a short time. She wanted to mock her and make her realize there was no escape.
Ingrid heard Sylvia’s response and understood what was happening. Sylvia was trying to show her that she did not fear her and that gave her mixed emotions. It made her even angrier that she was not being taken seriously, and it also frightened her because this woman would probably torture her a lot in short time. She felt her heart beating faster because she knew a lot of suffering was about to happen, but if she was going to go through that kind of hell, she was going to go out in a blaze of glory. “….then I will touch your body. I will tickle you everywhere. I will make sure you scream. I will break you then I will force you to orgasm many times! I swear to you I will have my revenge!” she yelled out into her gag.
“Ooooh!!! That frightens me! I will be naked and helpless…..just like you are now. Then, you would tickle me…..if I am ticklish. Then you will touch my naked pussy and force me to orgasm, right? The humiliation of cumming my brains out and surrendering my body to you will be too much for me. Oh, would you suck my toes too?” Sylvia teased and then wiggled her toes again. She then shifted her body to her right and now her feet changed positions. Instead of her right foot resting on the left when they were sideways, the left foot rested on the right, and she wiggled her toes to taunt Ingrid. She was now by the helpless left foot and wanted to tickle destroy it next.
Ingrid heard that response and then saw the feet shift. She could still see the soles of those stockinged feet, but also realized Sylvia’s head and hands were near her left foot. That meant that foot was about to be tickled, and she felt extremely nervous. It also unnerved her that this woman showed no fear at all. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. She looked over towards her left foot and saw that smile on Sylvia’s face. “Go to hell bitch…..” she grunted.
“Hehehe only if I can take you with me!” Sylvia responded, then started to wiggle her fingers on the bottom of the left foot and immediately felt it jerking around. She started to laugh when she heard Ingrid starting to laugh. This amused her a great deal because no matter how much a victim would try to threaten her or be defiant, they would always break once she started to tickle them. She figured once she tickled this foot beyond insanity, she was going to humiliate Ingrid sexually. The tiny dancer threatened to make her cum, so she was going to make her suffer under her own idea. She looked at the helpless left foot and saw how her fingers skittered over that creamy skin. She could feel the foot doing everything it could to avoid her fingers, but she held onto it. She focused her nails right along the instep and into the arch area. That seemed to produce the greatest screams and wanted to drill into Ingrid’s head that she was done for. There would be no relief. There would be no mercy. She would just suffer, then give up something very personal to her. An orgasm. “Hehehehe such TINY ticklish feet! I think I will tickle them the rest of the night. That’s what you wanted to do to me, so I might as well do it to you.” she threatened.
Ingrid felt those nails on her instep, and she lost it. That skin was very sensitive, and she felt very intense ticklish shockwaves inside her body. She was already exhausted from all the tickling she received, and it just kept going. Then she heard what Sylvia said about tickling her the rest of the night. That was a threat she gave to her attacker, and now it was happening to her. That made her brain go into a frenzy because she remembered what else she said. If Sylvia was going to do the things to her like she said she would do to Sylvia, that meant that something very humiliating would happen to her. She did not want her sexual organs played with by this woman. She got to do it to her victims just recently and knew how devastating it could be. When she tickled Becky Lockhart’s private areas, it was such a thrill. It was the first time she tickled a victim there in her own robberies. Marge and the others would often tickle their victims in their sexual areas, but she had never done it before. Once she did, she really liked it and saw why the others did it as well. Ingrid had plenty of sex with her fellow dancers and also some citizens in the towns they visited. She knew how responsive her body was to sexual stimulation and if Sylvia tormented her like that, she would surely surrender. The fact that her entire thieving career was about to be over started to weigh on her. She then shrieked when the fingers started to go across the base of her toes, and she was not expecting that. She started to thrash her head a little, but she was still trapped. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!” she begged.
Sylvia started to whistle as her fingers danced over that very tender foot. She liked how she found some really wicked ticklish areas and the response from Ingrid was very delightful. She moved her fingers from the base of the toes and onto the ball of the foot. She focused on the center of the area and that seemed to get Ingrid going. She wanted to ignore her pleads for mercy and just focus on bringing out cruel torture. She wanted to break her will. She wanted this tiny woman to be completely submissive. It was a joy to break another criminal. She thought about how this same woman terrified so many other women in town and now, she was going to be broken by her. She even jokingly thought in her mind that she should get a medal for capturing a woman that no one else could. Not even Darby could find this woman. She started to really like that idea and wondered if there was a way she could turn in this thief. Then she thought that might not be a good idea because Ingrid would surely tell them that she was an assassin. That could lead to an investigation, and she might be discovered. Sylvia grimaced at the thought of the idea not working, so she decided to punish Ingrid for it. She then started to use her nails on the sole and wanted to torture her. “You ruined my idea!!! I am going to make you suffer for that!” she yelled out.
Ingrid felt those nails on the bottom of her foot, and she exploded. The nails were really scraping her foot flesh, and it sent very intense ticklish shockwaves in her body. She started to convulse a little because of the intensity. She heard Sylvia mentioning something about ruining an idea and she had no idea what that woman was talking about. Whatever it was, it made the foot tickling attack even worse. She felt the nails going all over the ball of the foot, and then into her arch. The nails kept going back and forth on those two areas and she lost it. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT DID I DO??!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT DID I DO?!!!” she roared.
Sylvia heard that panicked laughter and she smiled. She realized that Ingrid had no idea what she was thinking about and why she had to suffer for it. That made her want to tickle her even more because it would be pure torture. She decided to torment her a little while longer just so she could suffer. She then focused her nails at the base of the tiny toes and tickled that precious skin. She saw the toes wiggling and curling as her fingers touched that vulnerable area. Her nails then went over the ball of the foot again and she felt the foot starting to slow down in its wiggling. She smiled to herself because Ingrid had to be getting tired at this point. That muffled scream continued to go on and she played with poor Ingrid’s mind. “You know what you did! You are a BAD girl! BAD BAD BAD BAD girl!!! Hehehehe” she giggled.
Ingrid continued to roar into her gag as she felt the nails tickling the ball of her foot and that area near the base of her toes. Hearing that she was a bad girl bothered her because she was suffering for something she didn’t even know about. She closed her eyes and just continued to laugh uncontrollably. She could also feel her body getting very weak from exhaustion and she knew what this meant. It meant she was losing this battle, and she was going to end up being very submissive to Sylvia. That bothered her because she loved to do the same thing to her victims. Wear them down, and make them so submissive, they would happily tell her where their valuables were. The shame washed over her, and she just let out her loudest laugh. “NO MORE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE!!! I GIVE UP!!! I’M SORRY!!!! I’M SORRY!!!!” she screamed hoping for mercy.
Sylvia chuckled to herself when she heard Ingrid talking about giving up and apologizing. She knew Ingrid was desperate because she didn’t even say why she felt that way. She had an idea and wanted to test how Ingrid would react. She immediately stopped the tickling and then placed those tiny toes in her mouth and started to suck on them. She did not want to give Ingrid a break from the tickling sensation, she wanted the toe sucking feeling to happen seamlessly. She loved how those toes fit into her mouth and how they tasted. “Mmmmmmmmmm…..” she moaned as she sucked on those chunky little toes.
Ingrid felt an intense swing of sensations in her body as the brutal tickling near her toes stopped and now her toes were inside that warm, wet mouth. She felt the sucking of her toes and it blew her mind away. She had gone from an intense ticklish feeling to an intense sensual feeling. She didn’t even know how to describe what she was feeling, and her body reacted. Her nipples swelled and she even felt a wetness forming. Her mind was in a frenzy, and she let out a loud moan. The switch of feelings tore through her and her body surrendered.
Sylvia heard the moans coming from Ingrid and she felt so happy inside. She loved how poor little Ingrid reacted to the sudden switch in sensations and felt the body surrendering by not even moving anymore. As she sucked on those toes, she looked at those little nipples and could tell how stiff they were. She was dominating this woman and wanted to push her over the edge. It was time to break her completely and then sexually conquer her. Once she did that, Ingrid would be all hers and she had plans for her. She then slid her tongue between the crevices of the toes and heard some slight giggles along with those sensual moans. Ingrid was definitely worn out and her toes were completely hers to do whatever she wanted. She loved how her tongue would glide along the undersides of those toes and the reactions she was getting. She then took the toes out of her mouth and saw how wet they were from her saliva. She looked towards Ingrid’s face and saw how tired she looked. “Do you surrender to me?” she asked.
Ingrid felt her toes leaving that warm mouth and her body took a moment to relax. The pleasure sensations were filling her body, and she felt how strong the erotic feelings were. She slowly opened her eyes when she heard Sylvia’s question and saw that woman looking at her like a conqueror. In her mind, she wanted to resist because she had never been broken before in her life. Even though her body was losing and slowly surrendering, her mind wanted that fight. “Leave…me….alone….you………….bitch.” she murmured.
Sylvia’s smile turned to a snarl as she heard that response. This little woman was still defiant, and she did it after she tried to give her sensual feelings. She then took her fingers and placed them right between the toes and started to tickle them. She wanted to be ruthless with her and when she broke Ingrid, she wanted to completely annihilate her will. “You will pay for that…” she simply said.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! TOO MUCH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!! STOP!!! STOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Ingrid roared into her gag. The sudden attack of her precious toes overwhelmed her and now her body was once again in ticklish agony. She could feel the fingers and the nails probing between her saliva coated toes and it drove her wild. The intensity of the sensations tore through her and she started to feel really weak. She shut her eyes and endured those powerful sensations dominating her body. She understood what was happening. She could feel her body slipping into submission and the feelings she had were too much. The tickling was consistent and unrelenting. She couldn’t even beg for mercy because she was laughing too much. She noticed her laughter was slipping into silent laughter and knew that danger. Whenever her victims went into silent laughter, she knew they would have trouble breathing and that was when the body quit. Now, it was happening to her and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Suffer you little bitch, SUFFER!!! You really messed up this time, Ingrid. I WILL make you my sex slave you idiot. This will happen to you every single day! I will torture you for the rest of your life. You will go to Greece and be in a harem with some others. There you will service MEN and WOMEN. Welcome to your new fate you miserable little bitch.” Sylvia threatened. She felt some rage inside her, but she also knew what she was doing was really effective. Ingrid was in silent laughter now and she wanted to finish her off. She wanted to keep torturing Ingrid, so she pulled out her fingers from the toes and started to scrape her nails along the length of the foot. She saw her nails sink into that flesh on the ball of the foot, into the arch and then off the heel. She did it slowly and deliberately. She wanted poor Ingrid to feel everything and to suffer for it. She wanted to own her mind. She did think about possibility making her a sex slave to Christos, but she still had plans to execute while here in the United States. She looked at that face turning red and knew she was in distress. It didn’t matter to her. She wanted to make Ingrid snap and was not going to stop until she did. If she passed out, she would simply wake her up and torture her again.
Ingrid heard those words and even though she couldn’t reply verbally, her mind was pushed over the edge. She did not want her fate to be that of a sex slave to some evil men and evil women. She loved her life as a dancer and thief and now that it could all slip away really bothered her. Her body was on fire. Her lungs were not getting all the oxygen in because she wasn’t taking in air, and she felt herself getting lightheaded. She knew the battle was over. Her mind finally realized that the more she fought, the more ruthless Sylvia would become with tickling her. It was the exact same moment she needed for her victims to break, and she had arrived at that point. She started to nod her head in a “yes” fashion and desperately tried to speak. She opened her eyes and saw those cold eyes of Sylvia and she wished she could stop so she could submit.
Sylvia looked at Ingrid’s face and saw that look of desperation. There was no defiance in those eyes anymore. It was pure fear and desperation. She could tell Ingrid was trying to tell her something and she had a hunch it was her submission. She wanted to make sure of it, so she continued to rake her nails along the bottom of the foot at a slow pace and saw that face get even more desperate. She wanted Ingrid to look into her powerful eyes and know that she was broken and conquered by her. She waited until her nails finished off the heel, and then she stopped. It was time to see if Ingrid would finally surrender to her. “Still want to fight me, you little bitch?” she asked in a menacing tone.
Ingrid felt a huge wave of relief wash over her body once those nails left her foot. Those were very intense feelings, and her body still could feel those ticklish vibrations. She felt her body temperature being sky high and she felt herself really starting to sweat. She knew she was finished. The way this woman tortured her without any remorse was now breaking her completely. She knew this woman would torture her all night if she needed to. That was what she did to her victims that she robbed, so she knew that she could truly suffer. Her body could only take so much and now it was time for her to submit. She whimpered a bit and just tried to catch her breath and calm her overheated body down. She closed her eyes for a second and absorbed the question posed to her. She shook her head “no”. She did not want to fight anymore.
“Good girl. Do you have something you want to say to me?” Sylvia asked. She felt victorious and now it was time to finish Ingrid and get her plan started. She liked this woman’s skills so that she could break into places. It was time to use her to her advantage. She stared at her coldly so she could still intimidate her and break that will.
Ingrid nodded her head yes. She wanted to take this gag out of her mouth and just give in. Whatever this woman wanted from her, she was willing to listen. Her body was very sensitive, and she couldn’t take another round of torture. She looked at Sylvia’s eyes and she kept nodding her head yes.
“Good! Now, I am going to be really nice right now. I am going to take the gag out of your mouth, and I want you to submit to me. I want you to tell me that I own you and you are just a little bitch. You do that, and we can start to discuss your release.” Sylvia commanded. She wanted to make sure Ingrid would be very compliant and willing to do anything she said. She wanted to humble her first, then push her remaining mind over the edge. She positioned her body between the legs and moved her hand towards Ingrid’s mouth. She managed to grab the tip of that black sock and started to pull it out of Ingrid’s mouth. The cloth came out and then she went back inside to pull out the other one. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Ingrid’s face once she realized she was gagged with her own socks. Once the second one came out, she held up both drenched soaks and waved them around in the air. “Hehehe you see what your gag was? Like I told you before, it was your own socks! I hope you enjoyed the taste of your own feet. I know I did.” she taunted, then dropped the saliva-soaked socks onto Ingrid’s belly.
Ingrid saw her socks that were inside her mouth as a gag, and she felt completely humiliated. She tasted her own foot sweat and scent that entire time. Feeling those wet socks hitting her stomach really made her feel terrible. This woman had truly tormented her and now she was surrendering. She felt a little emotional, but she also felt a little grateful. It astonished her that her own tickling method was truly effective because now she could empathize with her victims. If she resumed her thieving ways, she knew the hell her victims went through was such a powerful thing and that was why she was successful. It was a strange way of validating her methods, but it still felt good nonetheless. She looked up at Sylvia and knew what she had to do. “….thank you. I-I submit to you…..Um…y-you own me. I……..I………am a little bitch.” she said softly, feeling that wave of submissiveness in her body.
Sylvia had a huge smile on her face as she listened to Ingrid repeat the words she was supposed to say. She always loved this moment. The moment where her victim was broken and now, she could do whatever she wanted to them. She could see the look of shame and embarrassment on Ingrid’s face. She knew that this woman, after a highly successful criminal venture, was completely humiliated from having to admit her defeat. She saw those defeated eyes and how tired she was. She did admire her tenacity and her skills, but they were no match for her. Now, she wanted to make sure this woman became obedient to her and potentially use her skills to help with her own mission. “Good girl, Ingrid. You are such a good girl. I will say this. You have some great skills, and I think I could use them….” she told her, then patted the top of her head.
Ingrid felt humiliated when she was told she was a good girl and now the top of her head was being patted. It was such a surreal feeling to have been beaten by this woman. She had anger in her, but it was directed at herself for failing miserably. Her career was over, and jail was in her future. Then she heard that her skills could be used to help her. That made her curious and she wanted to know what was going to happen to her next. “Use them? You’re not going to send me to jail?” she asked.
“Hehehe I should, and trust me, that thought did come to my mind! However, there is a reason I am here in Plotsville and even though my mission has been moving all quite well, I had a dilemma. Now, I think I have a solution to it. That’s where you come in. hehehe” Sylvia told her. She started to get excited about her idea and couldn’t wait to execute the plan. She then looked at Ingrid’s naked body and figured she should dominate her further. She started to think if she managed to sexually conquer her, Ingrid would become even more submissive to her will. “But, before I tell you my idea, how about I make you feel better? You have been through a lot this evening and your tiny little body must be aching.” she said with a flirty smile.
Ingrid started to feel her heart beating faster and wondered what was going to happen next. She did wonder why an assassin would be in Plotsville, and now she wondered if she was the one who tried to shoot the mayor. She also saw the look in Sylvia’s eyes, and they looked, hungry. The way she looked at her body and the fact she mentioned how tired she looked. She wondered what was about to happen to her and her nervousness started to rise. “W-What do you mean? W-What are you going to do to me now?” she asked.
“Make you feel good…..” Sylvia said softly, then reached her hands forward and placed them on those tiny breasts. She wanted to say an insult, but it was time to get Ingrid horny. She saw the look of shock on Ingrid’s face, and she smiled. She started to rub her palms against the nipples and felt them stiffening. That always amused her that her victims could get aroused after being tickled for so long. She understood that the body was aching for relief and now she was going to give it to her. “That’s right….I am going to make you feel so much better. I own you now, remember? I want you to cum your little brains out before I let you go.” she told her.
Ingrid was stunned when she heard what was about to happen to her. She could feel those palms rubbing against her nipples and they got stiff. She realized she was about to be sexually ravished, and a wave of helplessness washed over her. She saw Sylvia’s face looking hungry for sex and she didn’t know how to react. This was also a new experience for her. She started to use sexual teasing in her own crimes and really started to get into that. Now, it was happening to her. Now she started to have an idea on how Becky felt, but especially Millie who she forced an orgasm from. Her heart really started to beat faster because her body was getting turned on. “W-Why do you w-want to do this to m-me?” she stammered.
“Because. Tickling you and making you my bitch excites me. I know this feels good, Ingrid. I know you still want to resist somewhere in that tiny little brain of yours but just let yourself go. I want you to give me your orgasm. I could always tickle you instead…..” Sylvia demanded. She knew Ingrid had to be feeling helpless and she wanted to truly dominate her. She then fluttered her fingers over the nipples and then heard a giggle. She couldn’t help but smile when she heard those cute giggles. She then moved her fingers towards the undersides of the very tiny breasts and that made the giggles come out more. “Hehehe I love how ticklish you are. Such a giggly girl! Now, will you give me your body? Will you give me your orgasm?” she asked.
Ingrid felt those fingers tickling her nipples and the undersides of her breasts. She couldn’t help but giggle because her body was feeling really sensitive. She also felt shame. She felt shame because this woman was about to seize her body and conquer her. She started to feel very submissive, and it hurt her feelings. She wanted to be a dominant like her boss Marge. Even though her fellow dancers would tickle her and engage in sexual activities with her, she wanted to be a dominant woman. Now, she felt submissive to this woman and did not want to be tortured anymore. She figured she might as well let herself go and give in to the pleasure. “Hehehehe yes! Hehehehehe yes!” she giggled.
“Good…..now, be a good girl….” Sylvia said softly, then removed her hands from the breasts. She got on all fours and lowered her head. She could see those tiny nipples and could also see how Ingrid’s body was shaking due to nervousness. She then stuck out her tongue and gave a gentle lick to the right nipple, then moved her head over and gently licked the left nipple. She heard that soft gasp from Ingrid and licked the nipples again. “Mmmm…..tasty. You are mine. Tell me that you belong to me.” she commanded.
Ingrid felt that tongue against each nipple and it shot a huge shockwave of erotic pleasure in her body. She didn’t realize just how good it felt to be sexually teased after an exhausting bout of tickle torture. She watched how Marge and the others would do the same to their victims, but this was a first for her. She felt a lot of tingling in her body and realized she was getting very turned on. It was surreal that this woman could be so ruthless, yet her sensual skills were also top notch. She closed her eyes and started to really let herself go. She wanted to feel good, and she was defeated by this same woman. “Yes….I…..mmmm….belong to you.” she said as she surrendered.
“Good girl…..” Sylvia said, then moved her body back a little and she kissed down the stomach area. She wiped away those saliva-soaked socks and now she kissed the belly. She felt her own nipples starting to get hard. She felt her own arousal growing and wanted to sexually conquer her quickly, so she could start to enact the rest of her new idea. She made it to the groin area and saw those small blond pubic hairs. “Is your pussy delicious?” she asked as she looked at those hairs.
Ingrid started to mewl as she looked at how close Sylvia was to her own vagina. She wasn’t fully aroused, but seeing how close the woman was to her most private area, did increase it. She wondered what was going to happen to her spot. Would it get licked? Would fingers come into play? She started to feel that arousal going when she heard the question posed to her. Her conqueror asked her if her pussy was delicious. That made her very hot and after everything she had gone through, she started to crave this moment. She felt the fire in her loins increasing and it appeared she was going to give up an orgasm. “Y-yes….” she responded meekly.
“I bet….” Sylvia said, then put her face closer to that mound. She then used her fingers to start sliding up and down the pussy lips and she heard Ingrid gasp and even let a giggle out. She felt her lust growing and she had to focus on the business at hand. She was so excited she defeated the Tickling Thief and if she took a lot of time, then she would want to have sex. She had a mission to conduct and wanted to get to it while the moment was still there. She then reached out her tongue and gave that vagina a gentle lick.
“Hehehehehe ooooooohhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmm” Ingrid giggled, then moaned. She realized her pussy was ticklish and if she got tickled there, it would be such a humiliating moment. Then she felt the tongue. It felt incredible to her and now she really surrendered her body. Her mind figured that since she had lost anyway, she might as well enjoy the ride.
Sylvia heard those moans, and she started to increase her tongue licking up and down the pussy area. She could feel that large measure of satisfaction that she was even in this position. To defeat this successful criminal was definitely rewarding, and it made her think of her ultimate target. If she had Darby in this position, it would be the ultimate victory. She wanted to sexually ravish the brave deputy and bring her to Christos Andino in Greece. If she finished that mission, then she did the one thing that Helga and Svetlana, the Russian bounty hunters, and the great Thalia Laskaris couldn’t do. Completely defeat Deputy Darby. They may have tortured her, but the deputy somehow survived and defeated them. If she delivered Darby to Christos, that would be total victory. That made her very excited and she started to lick and taste the small pussy before her. She felt her excitement of successful mission growing which made her more aggressive with the pussy eating. She started to suck and lick all over that mound and could even feel how wet Ingrid had become. Now it was time to tear an orgasm out of her. She wrapped her lips around the clit area and using her tongue, she licked and slid it all across that love button.
“Oooooooooooh FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!” Ingrid moaned as she felt that tongue now licking her clit. She noticed just how aggressive Sylvia had gotten with her pussy tasting and it overwhelmed her. Normally when she engaged in oral sex, there was this nice, slow, sensual buildup. Even when she masturbated, she went slow to build her fire, then push her over the edge. This time, the feelings were intense and quick. The mouth on her most private place was very aggressive and the intensity shot up. She shut her eyes and tried to ride the wave. It was difficult because the feelings were so fast and so powerful, she thought she was about to get hit by lightning. She started to curl her toes and felt those very powerful orgasmic waves building up.
Sylvia continued to ravish the very wet pussy aggressively. She sucked hard on the clit. She let her tongue slide and press into that love button. She wanted to overwhelm this woman and make her cum quickly. She rarely did this, but she wanted to get started on her mission. She was very excited that she may have solved a dilemma she had with the mission and couldn’t wait to get started. She continued to lick and suck that clit and hearing those moans got her very motivated. “Give it slurp to me!! Dammit lick lick give it to me!!!! I slurp slurp OWN YOU!!!” she yelled while attacking that clit with her mouth.
Ingrid felt that tongue going after her clit with such force that she felt he orgasm already about to hit. It amazed her how her body was responding because it normally took her a while to have an orgasm. She was realizing that after wearing the body down with tickling, it would be much easier to get a person to orgasm quicker. The way that tongue continued to slather over her love button really got entire body to feel such great pleasure. She tried to arch her back, doing everything she could to get ready to get some sweet release, when suddenly the licking stopped! Her entire body was on edge, and she was getting ready to explode. She looked at Sylvia’s face and saw that look of dominance. She wondered why she stopped tasting her and started to whimper. “W-What are you doing to me?” she whimpered.
“I want you to BEG me to make you cum. DO IT! DO IT NOW!” Sylvia demanded. She could feel how much power she had over this woman and wanted to make sure she was broken and become submissive to her. She then gave a slight tickle to the groin area to mess with Ingrid’s mind.
Ingrid felt the fingers tickling her groin area and she couldn’t help but giggle. This woman wanted to completely dominate her and now she had to beg for her orgasm. She could see the cold look in those eyes, and she knew she had to beg her. Her body was on edge, and she did want that release. A wave of humiliation washed over her, and she closed her eyes for a moment. She thought about the position she was in. She was naked and tied down to the bed. There was no escape. This woman absolutely dominated her, and she was a toy. She opened her eyes and knew what she had to do. “Please….make me cum. Make me cum! I….I beg you.” she whimpered.
“Good girl…..” Sylvia grinned, then she went back to licking and sucking on that clit. She knew Ingrid was beaten and it was time to finish her off. She started to swirl her tongue over the clit, and she could feel the hips starting to grind and she pressed further.
Ingrid could hear the slurping and sucking noises coming from Sylvia. That drove her wild because this woman knew how to perform oral sex very well. She felt ashamed, but her body started to really react to that shame. The pangs of the orgasm started to build again, and she felt the pressure really building up. Her mouth started to open, and she felt her breath getting more shallow. The feelings were very strong and now she was on edge. She arched her back as much as she could, and her eyes were shut tight. Then it hit. Her orgasm hit her as though someone hit her in the back of the head with a wooden stick. She felt her body explode in sheer ecstasy and she groaned very loudly. The orgasm was very strong, and she started to feel that overwhelming sensation of pleasure. She whimpered profusely as the orgasm continued to rock her body. That tongue was still on her clit, and she was going insane. “Please OOOOOHHHHHHHHH SENSITIVE! SENSITIVE!” she cried out.
Sylvia heard those words, and she stopped her sucking of the clit. She knew Ingrid had her orgasm and was delighted that she wasn’t a screamer. She looked at Ingrid’s spent body and could see that sheen of sweat on her. She knew she sexually wiped her out and she felt proud of herself. It was a lot of fun doing this to someone like Ingrid. She started to feel even more confident that her mission would be a great success. She looked forward to dominating Darby when she captured her. Her desire to break Darby’s will and her body seemed like such a great goal. Then, to deliver her to Christos and Thalia would be the sweetest moment. This was much different than her usual assignments. She would just kill a target and move on to the next assignment. But with this particular mission, it seemed more personal. It seemed a lot more fun because she would get to break the will of someone who was very admired and very noble. She started to feel good that she was told not to kill anyone on this mission. Sylvia felt that wiping the target out through physical torture would be very gratifying for her. It would mean her skillset expanded and she could be as dominant of a force as her friends. She then looked at Ingrid who looked completely worn out. “Hehehehe did that feel good?” she asked.
Ingrid was trying to recover after that big orgasm. Her breathing started to return to normal and her body felt such great relief. After being beaten at her own game, she still found herself feeling relieved. She looked back at Sylvia and felt very submissive to her. “W-What are you going to do to me now?” she asked.
Sylvia heard that question and smiled. Now it was time to reveal her plan and get it in motion. She moved her right hand towards Ingrid’s head and ran her fingers through the very short hair. “Hehehee oh, I am going to let you free now. But there is something I want you to do for me.” she told her.
Ingrid felt some happiness as she heard she was about to be released. After this long ordeal, her freedom was right upon her, and she really wanted to be free. “What is it? What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“I want you to introduce me to your boss. I have a plan in mind, and I could use their services. I have a proposal to them that I believe they will love…..” Sylvia replied. She loved the idea of her plan and her dilemma of running a sex trafficking ring could be resolved. She then started to untie Ingrid and get her ready to meet the others at Madam Broussard’s burlesque show. The plan was now in effect! Deputy Darby would soon be hers and she truly looked forward to her victory.
END
Ok fans, how did you like this final chapter? I absolutely love the Tickling Thief. She grew on me during the writing and she is such a great character. She still plays a very prominent role in the ending series. I am so excited to bring The Deputy and The Outlaw: Sacrifice to you in two weeks. Next week, the trailer drops for it, and then the series debuts. There will be about 22 chapters in that series, so for the next 5 months or so, you will see each chapter come out. I really appreciate you following this saga and I hope you are excited as well. Thank you for your support. Your comments are most encouraged and most welcomed!
Post scene credit #1
Kylie walked down the street, carrying some packages back to the carriage. She was anxious to get back home and continue to finish up her tasks for the day. It was a very warm day, and she wanted to get out of the sun as quickly as possible. She had traveled to town to pick up some goods for the chef. She liked coming into town to pick up what was needed back at the Welling ton mansion. Unlike her fellow maid, Vera, she wanted to get out of the mansion. She didn’t want to be inside the place all day and night long. She still craved adventure and seeing the outside, so whenever a visit to the nearby town was needed, she always volunteered. She walked towards the carriage and then she saw a fancy one headed towards her. She didn’t think anything of it until that carriage stopped. She turned her head to her left and looked at the fancy carriage. It was black and had gold trim. Soon, the window of the carriage opened, and she was surprised to see the face of a woman looking right back at her. She knew who that was and she felt a little fear. It was the woman who had approached her in this same town many months ago. The same woman who bribed her to betray Phoebe and steal designs to a refrigeration unit. The same women she betrayed and nearly ruined her business. The woman looked older, and her silver hair was showing. It was none other than Agatha Walden, the main rival of Phoebe Wellington.
“Why Kylie Rockford, you still exist it seems….” Agatha said with a wry smile. It was her first time seeing Kylie in a while, with the last time being at the ball. She loved the fact that Sylvia got some revenge against Kylie, even though she did not know what it was. She wanted to gloat and enjoy Kylie’s suffering.
“Agatha Walden. I thought I sensed evil arriving. Leave me alone.” Kylie said, then started to walk away. She did not want to interact with that woman and wanted to be back to her own carriage.
“Hehehe I hope you learned your lesson you little bitch. I will never forgive you for what you did to me! Never cross me again. Oh, and tell that bitch of a boss, she will regret the day she ever competed against me! hahahaha” Agatha gloated. She felt really good that she beat out Phoebe for the land purchase. The money had arrived from Christos, and she felt powerful. Bringing down the daughter of her greatest rival, Gloria Wellington, would be one of her life’s greatest accomplishments.
“What lesson? What the hell are you talking about? Getting senile?” Kylie asked. She heard those words and wondered what she was talking about. She hoped she wasn’t talking about how that servant managed to capture her and tickle torture her at the ball. She suspected Agatha had something to do with that but wasn’t sure.
Agatha heard the insult, and her facial expression turned into a snarl. She did not want that young woman to disrespect her. “Listen to me, you trollop! I am not done with you or your boss! I am the one who will bring the entire Wellington Cattle Company down. I look forward to the day you are on the streets begging for bread. I don’t like that mouth of yours. If I was younger, I would slap the taste out of it. Maybe one day my daughter will.” she threatened.
“You have a daughter? Someone was drunk enough to have sex with you? Wow, I guess anything is possible.” Kylie retorted with a smile of her own. She felt bold talking to Agatha in this manner. She knew she had friends that could handle Agatha in a non-legal way. They might have been in Mexico, but she would love to see La Diabla, and her friends bring this woman down.
“You just wait and see, you *****. Don’t you worry. You know you will rue the day you crossed me, and Phoebe will learn as well. Who knows, maybe someone just might teach you a lesson……..AGAIN!!!” Agatha said, then instructed her driver to drive off. She closed the window and sat back in her chair. She had no idea what that stranger was up to, but by the looks of everything, she was going to be successful, and Phoebe Wellington would pay a price. She leaned back into her seat and felt good knowing she was in control.
Kylie heard those words, and she started to think back to the night at the ball. She knew deep inside Agatha had something to do with it. She hoped one day she could get some revenge and ruin Agatha’s business completely. It did stun her to know there was a daughter, and if she were to intervene, she would suffer too. “Stupid bitch. Let me get back home. I got to stop thinking about that bitch!” she said, then got into her carriage and headed back home.
Post credits scene #2
Soundtrack song for scene: Sigrid "Everybody Knows" (from the Justice League DC movie) https://www.youtube. com/watch?v=wfLOt5P6nSk (remove space)
Marge was having a great time on the bed in the backroom of the Burlesque showroom. She watched as both Diane and Susan were feathering some helpless woman across her nipples. They had found another target to play with and this woman was especially ticklish. She also wore a very fancy necklace that looked worth a lot of money. They gave her some of the potion and hearing her hysterical laughter was always soothing. The victim only had her underwear on at the moment and she looked forward to taking them off and playing with the most private spot of this woman. Her business was good, and her criminal enterprise was going very smoothly. She was also excited because Ingrid would return soon with more jewelry. Marge loved how talented Ingrid was and the valuables she stole were top notch. She really loved the large, rare ruby she stole from Donna Prescott. Not only was it worth a lot of money, but the fact it was stolen from Donna made it better. Her eyes then looked at the laughing victim and figured it was time for her to play with her. She had already tickled the woman’s feet, now it was time to take that pussy. Then she heard a knock on the door. That surprised her, but she looked at Susan and Diane and told them to pause their feathering. “Who is it?” she asked.
“It’s me, boss. Karla. …” a voice responded.
Marge nodded her head as she heard the voice of her bouncer, Karla Rivera. She loved how strong she was and impressed with her fighting skills. She had found the woman when her show was in Oklahoma. The woman had family that were part of a criminal gang, and she took a liking to her. She needed to get some muscle to help protect her and her dancers. When she first met Karla, it was at a bar in some random town, and they hit it off quickly. When she learned of the criminal background, she felt a connection to her and offered her the job. Karla had been outstanding for her and her dancers, and she paid her very well. She wondered why she knocked, because normally Karla would just enter like all the other dancers. This was surprising and wondered what was going on. “Ok, come in.” she responded.
Karla opened the door and walked inside. She felt nervous at the moment because of the situation she was in. Normally she was in control, but right now, she felt a little helpless and concerned. She loved fighting and being a bouncer for Marge and her dancers. Ever since she joined the group, she made a lot of money and loved watching people getting robbed. She knew what took place in this backroom and whenever a man or woman went back here, she knew they were going to be tortured and then robbed. The best part was that they were not going to remember anything about this room, thanks to the potion they consumed. She was a tough woman herself, standing at 6’1” tall, with a large frame and had some muscles. She was part of the Rivera crime ring, as her entire family was involved in various crimes and even had a gang. Most of the family was located in Mexico, but a few stayed in the United States. She had a cousin she really was close to and hoped she would come visit the United States soon. Her cousin was a dangerous desperado, and she learned a lot of her own fighting skills from her. Those skills could not be put to use at the moment because of concern for another dancer. Karla walked inside the room and saw the nearly naked woman on the bed and Susan and Diane had feathers in their hands. She looked at Marge and swallowed hard. “Marge, we got a problem.” she told her.
Marge was surprised by Karla’s words, and she wondered what was happening. She got off the bed and walked towards the bodyguard. She could see there was concern on her face and she grew worried. “What’s the problem?” she asked.
“The problem is me…….” a voice said from right outside the room.
Marge was surprised by that voice and her eyes immediately looked beyond Karla’s shoulder and stared at the doorway. Then her eyes went big when she saw a rather attractive woman entering into the room. She also saw Ingrid coming into the room and she had a knife to her neck. Her jaw dropped because her dancer was in imminent danger. She looked at the woman’s face and it looked familiar. She knew she had seen that face before and now she had Ingrid. She saw the knife across Ingrid’s throat as they walked into the room. She saw in Ingrid’s hands her mask that she used when she went on her capers. Then it dawned on her who that woman was. It was a friend of Mandy’s from a few days ago. She remembered that Ingrid had scouted the woman and planned to rob her. Seeing Ingrid in danger meant that she failed miserably at robbing this woman and now they were in this backroom. “What the hell? What are you doing to my dancer?” she asked.
Sylvia looked at Marge and could see the stunned look on her face. She loved whenever she had the upper hand and it was time to exploit it. She had arrived with her prisoner to this location and when Karla confronted her, she put her knife dangerously close to the throat of Ingrid and with a quick hand movement, she would kill the tiny woman. She demanded to see Marge and now she was in her presence. Her eyes looked at the other dancers and they had feathers in their hands. She also saw some woman tied down on the bed and she only had her underwear on. It amused her that they were tickling her, and she interrupted them. It was time for business and now she would make her business proposal. “Nice to see you again, Marge. Hehehe I guess you are a bit surprised to see your thief here. Trust me, she tried to rob me, but she failed. I am not like your normal helpless victims. You have just crossed the wrong woman. I should kill sweet little Ingrid here, but I wanted to talk to you.” she told her in a cold tone.
Marge could feel her heart beating faster as she looked at the look of fear on Ingrid’s face. It was always risky whenever Ingrid went out for her capers, but her dancer was so successful at what she did, she was really surprised to see her captured. It also surprised her the woman who captured her was skilled enough to even try to come here. “Let Ingrid go. Look, we are sorry she tried to rob you. Ok, what is it that you wanted to talk about?” she asked.
Sylvia smiled when she heard Marge responding to her. She looked over at Karla, and then back to Marge. She figured she would not release Ingrid until she told Marge what she wanted. She also knew once she let the tiny dancer free, she had to be prepared to make a run for it just in case. Karla was armed with two guns on her hips and could take a shot at her. “I just want to talk business. You see, little Ingrid here tried to rob me, but I figured instead of killing her, I would come talk to you. I have a mission that my employer gave me, and because of Ingrid’s skills and from what I can see, your skills can be put to use for me.” she told her.
“Our skills to be used for you? Out with it. What do you want from us?” Marge asked. She could see the calm look on the woman’s face and she felt nervous. The woman had the look of a killer right now and she wondered if Ingrid was going to be killed right in front of her. It was still shocking that this same woman looked so normal when she was with Mandy. It made her wonder who she was and what employer sent her. She wondered what the mission was and now, very intrigued.
“hehehe you see, my employer wants to set up a sex trafficking ring. I am already in the process of finishing the set up. That is where you and your girls come in. I need someone to watch the sex slaves and care for them until they are sold. Judging by what you are doing to that woman behind you, I can tell you and your dancers can handle that task.” Sylvia said. She figured she would just come right out and tell them what she wanted. The intensity inside the room increased and she had to get this deal done. Her confidence was very high and if she could get them to help her, then she could finish her mission.
“What? You have an employer that wants to run a sex trafficking ring, and you want US to help you?” Marge asked with surprise in her voice. She was surprised this same woman that was friends with Mandy, operated in the dark world of crime. She still could see the fear in Ingrid’s eyes, and she felt scared for her. She cared for all of her dancers, so she had to make sure Ingrid was safe. “Why should we help you?” she added.
“Why should you help me? well, I do have the thief that was going around town robbing poor innocent women. I heard she even stole from the rich jewel business. You have law enforcement looking for her. I could simply turn Ingrid in and expose not only her, but your ENTIRE criminal enterprise here. I think it would be shocking news to learn that the wonderful Burlesque show in town was nothing but a crime ring. I would be rewarded, and your entire business would be destroyed. They would come to investigate this place and I am sure they would find out everything. You will go to jail and Ingrid might be dead. OR, you help me. Sounds good?” Sylvia offered. She knew she had the advantage and knew they would probably go along with her. She just wanted to hear that acknowledgement and then proceed with her plan.
Marge heard that reasoning and she froze. It was true. If that woman turned in Ingrid, their entire business would be under arrest and everything she worked for would be destroyed. Whoever this woman was, she was very dangerous and in command. She looked back at Diane and Susan who both had fear in their eyes. Karla had fear. Then she looked back at Sylvia. “Besides our own freedom, what else is in it for us?” she asked.
“That’s a good question. Well, for starters you can keep doing what you are doing now. I don’t care if you rob every single person in this town. That is not my concern. But it will be VERY lucrative for you as well. You see, my employers will pay top price for your assistance. You could make a lot of money helping me. Just think, you keep your business AND you make more money than you did with your crimes here. You will be rolling in money and living your best lives. So, you see, I am here to make you rich by simply helping me and my employers. Just help me kidnap women and manage them in secrecy. Doesn’t that sound good?” Sylvia asked with a wry smile. She could see the look on Marge’s face and sensed that the woman could see the great benefit in her offer.
Marge heard the offer, and it stunned her. This woman was offering her a piece of a criminal enterprise and she would be highly paid. She heard that she and her dancers would kidnap women and simply maintain them. In a sense, she was already doing that considering there was a drugged, nearly naked woman tied on the bed at this very moment. She started to smile and saw the golden opportunity to make even more money. She knew there was a lot of money in sex trafficking but never thought about being a part of that. However, this offer seemed very beneficial to her, and she loved it. “Ok, deal. So, what do you want us to do first?” she asked.
UP NEXT: The Deputy and The Outlaw: Sacrifice!!!!!
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