Hey fans!!! It is time for the next series in this Phase 4 of Deputy's Universe. Thank you for following along and we continue to move forward with the story. This 5 part series focuses on Becky Lockhart and her adventures. She is such a fun character but she will encounter some tough moments. This series is the beginning of her growth to hopefully become a deputy. The main focus is on her, but the other characters are involved as well. I really hope you enjoy this series. I had fun writing it and there are some really good moments. As always, your comments are most encouraged and very welcomed. Now, onto the first chapter!!!!
The Ticklin' Thief
PART 1
“Ok class let’s give a nice welcome to this brave woman from the Sheriff’s Office! This is Becky Lockhart!” Millie Pastori announced to her class. Millie was a schoolteacher, and her class was full of 8 year olds. She invited someone from the Sheriff’s office to speak to the class about their jobs. All week long, she brought in people from different professions within Plotsville. She was hoping she could bring Deputy Darby Reeves, but she was busy, so Sheriff Dickerson said she could bring Becky. Now, she heard her class clapping and she watched Becky get in front of the class. She knew of Becky’s heroics from Mexico and thought she would be a good person to bring after all.
Becky felt a little nervous coming in front of the class. She had never been invited to do something like this before. It was still kind of surreal that she was thought of as a hero. She had dreamed of the day she would be considered just as brave and strong as Darby, and this was another example of that dream starting to come true. She really wished she was a deputy, but she was still being acknowledged as a hero around town. Dressed in her red and white flannel shirt, with her light blue jeans and brown dusty boots, she smiled at the kids. They all had smiles on their faces, and she took a deep breath. She talked about how she was an apprentice to the great Darby Reeves. She talked about how dangerous the job was and how she was learning how to become a great deputy. She credited the entire Sheriff’s office and told the kids how they were all a team. To help calm her nerves, she held a mock badge in her hand, so that she could show the kids after her talk. She wished it was a real badge and wished it was hers, but it would still be a nice item to show off. The kids asked great questions, and she felt her enthusiasm coming out. When she finished her presentation, she asked for any additional questions. When she saw there were none, she felt like she did a great job! “Thank ya kids!!! It was great meeting all of ya! I wish I could hug ya all!” she said, then put her hands in the air as though she was about to perform an “air hug”.
Millie watched with pride when she listened to Becky’s little presentation to the kids. The kids all seemed excited and when she saw Becky’s hands go in the air, she saw the badge go flying into the air and over Becky’s head backwards. “Oops! You lost something.” she joked.
Becky watched as the badge went flying behind her. She turned around and saw that the badge landed behind the desk. She heard some giggles from the kids, and she felt silly. She then saw Millie looking at her and she smiled. She then went behind the desk and found the badge on the floor. She picked up the badge and started to come back around the desk so that she could show the badge to the students. Then as she walked around, her knee bang hard into the leg of the sturdy wooden desk and intense pain seared through her body. “MUH KNEE!!!!” she screamed as she almost nearly fell forward, knocking over some papers as well.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the kids in the class roared in laughter when they saw Becky banging her knee against the desk and knocking over all the papers.
Becky made it back to the front of the desk and felt that pain still tearing through her body. She felt her eyes starting to water because she hit her knee extremely hard, and she also felt embarrassed. She could see all the kids laughing at her and she felt herself turning red. She also saw Millie picking up papers off the floor and she felt terrible. She then held up the badge and tried to continue with her presentation. “As…..ya…..can see…..this….is…..ow……a badge….ouch…muh knee really hurts..” she said while trying to speak through the pain.
Millie finished picking up the papers and she could see Becky’s eyes watering. She heard the class laughing and she felt bad for Becky. She figured she had better intervened because the class kept laughing. She got in front of the class and raised her hand. “Ok class, that’s enough. I think we should thank Becky for coming in today and speaking with us. Give her a round of applause.” she announced then started to clap her hands.
Becky saw what Millie did and she appreciated it. The pain started to subside a little and she still felt embarrassed. She let her clumsiness come out in front of a class full of kids. They would surely make jokes about her every day in school. She listened as Millie dismissed the class and saw the student filing out of the room. She could hear some kids talking about her and she felt really embarrassed.
“That has to be the clumsiest deputy ever! Hahaha” a kid said.
Millie approached Becky to check on her. She could see she was still in pain and wanted to help her. “Becky, are you ok? You hit your knee pretty hard there.” she asked.
“Yeah, I am ok. Thank ya for askin’. Muh knee will be alright. It hurts, but I will be ok. So, how did I do?” Becky responded. She hoped she did ok besides humiliate herself in front of schoolchildren.
“You did great! The kids loved you. Don’t worry about them laughing at you. They do that to everyone. I am very grateful you stopped by. You are such a nice woman!” Millie told her, then stuck her hand out for a handshake.
“Thank ya. I really appreciate that. Sorry about knockin’ yer papers on the floor. I am really clumsy sometimes.” Becky said, feeling very shy. She shook Millie’s hand, and she did feel good about doing a presentation, even if she humiliated herself right after.
“It is ok. I want you to feel better. I hope the rest of your day is less….painful.” Millie said with a smile.
“Haha I hope so too. I will see ya around town. Have a good day, Millie.” Becky told her, then started to limp out of the classroom and back onto the streets of Plotsville. It was a bright sunny day, and she was looking forward to a little later in the day. She knew Darby was going to have guests coming over. She looked forward to seeing them as well. She liked talking to Cheyenne and Molly and also looked forward to seeing La Diabla. She knew she had to keep her presence a secret and wanted to help Darby protect her. As she limped through the streets, she saw another one of the deputies walking into a home. That got her curious because there were a few neighbors outside, milling around. It made her wonder if something happened.
“Oh, hi Becky! How did the presentation at the school go?” the deputy asked as he saw the apprentice walking by.
“It went well, Scott! The kids liked hearing about us.“ Becky replied. She liked Deputy Scott as he helped her with her paperwork sometimes. He was a brave deputy just like the rest. She wondered why he was at this house and figured she would ask. “Hey, what’s going on? Did something happen inside that house?” she asked.
“Yes, it appeared a crime happened. The woman of the house, Sandra McPherson, said her home was robbed. Apparently, some masked person broke in and tied her up. She said the attacker then stole all her jewels. It was kind of strange. She said she thinks the thief is someone that is very short and wore a mask. Why do I get the crazy ones? Haha” Scott asked in jest.
“Someone broke into her house and stole her jewels? That is terrible. Poor lady.” Becky said with concern. She always felt bad when a citizen of Plotsville had a crime happen against them.
“Yeah, she is pretty shaken up. Here is the really weird part. She said the thief tied her up and tortured her into revealing the location of her valuables. But she doesn’t have any marks on her body. She wasn’t even wincing in pain, so it is not like her fingers or arms were twisted. I think she made up the torture part to try and get us to pay closer attention to the crime that happened. She says she feels humiliated and can’t believe she was tortured. She looks like she is about to cry.” Scott explained.
Becky felt a chill in her body when she heard the deputy talk about the poor woman being tortured. She knew of a torture method that did not leave any marks on the body and wondered if it happened to the woman. She thought maybe the lady was exaggerating, but she figured she could see if her theory was correct. “Do ya mind if I talk to her, while ya search for clues? Maybe I can calm her down.” she offered.
“Be my guest. I think she made it up, but if you can help her, by all means do so.” Scott responded, then walked back to the house to search for any evidence.
Becky followed Scott into the house and her mind was racing. She really hoped Scott was right and the victim was making everything up. She walked up the stairs, while Scott searched the house. She then found the bedroom and saw Sandra McPherson sitting on her bed, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, her feet firmly planted on the floor, and she looked sad. She walked up to her and tried to put on a friendly face. “Hi, Sandra. I wanted to check on ya. I heard ya had a thief break into yer house?” she asked softly.
Sandra looked at Becky and saw the concern on her face. She had her arms folded as though she was hugging herself and she made sure her shoes remained on her feet. She felt embarrassed over the break-in and didn’t want to admit what happened to her out of fear of humiliation. She knew who Becky was and was a little happy to see her. “Hi Becky, thank you for your concern. Yes, a thief broke into my home and attacked me! I think it was a small man. Wasn’t very tall and wore a hooded mask. The man was probably 5 feet tall or so. I think that is how he broke into my home. Probably through a window. It was the strangest thing. He broke in and snuck up behind me. He pushed me onto the bed and then tied my wrists behind my back, and then tied my ankles together. Then…..” she paused for a moment before she finished her sentence.
Becky was getting wrapped up in the story and wanted to know what exactly happened. She could see the emotions on Sandra’s face and knew the poor woman must have been emotionally attacked. She then knelt down and had one knee on the floor. She wanted to be close to eye level with her instead of being “tall” to the victim. That was something Darby taught her that was different than the male deputies. They wanted to make the victim more comfortable and not intimidated by a standing law enforcement officer. “Then what happened? What did the thief do?” she asked.
“Then….I-I can’t say it. It is kinda embarrassing, you know? The thief asked me where my valuables were. I lied Becky, I lied! I said I didn’t have any, but he didn’t believe me. Then….he….he tortured me.” Sandra whispered. She could feel her shame building up and wanted not to give the specific details of what happened to her.
“He tortured ya? That is terrible. How did he torture ya?” Becky asked. She could feel the tension in the room and knew poor Sandra was probably traumatized. If she was tortured the way she was suspecting, then she knew how hard it was to even talk about it.
“I-I can’t tell you. It is embarrassing for me to even think about it. He wouldn’t stop torturing me. I could hear his voice taunting me and making fun of me. He had a girly type of voice too! Becky, I swear I am not making this up. I was tortured and I couldn’t take it anymore. That’s when I had to give up my valuables. I can’t believe my pearl necklace is gone. It has been in my family for generations!” Sandra told her. She started to tremble as she remembered her torture session. She looked at Becky and could see she was concerned, but she felt incredible shame as she knew it was because of her weakness, her precious jewelry was gone.
Becky could hear the emotion in Sandra’s voice, and she felt bad for her. She really hoped she wasn’t tortured the way she was thinking, but it sounded like it. Then she remembered something Sandra said. That made her interested and had to follow up. “Ya said the voice sounded girly? So, the thief was really short, and had a girly voice? Did ya see the hands?” she asked.
“Yes, he had a girly like voice and the hands were small. They were kind of dainty too. This small man knew how to use those hands too! I feel humiliated Becky, I really do!” Sandra said. She was feeling really grateful that Becky was listening to her. Deputy Scott didn’t seem as caring as his tone of voice sounded like he just wanted facts.
“Ya know what I am thinking? I think the thief is not a man, but a woman! Short, dainty hands and a girly voice. Maybe it is a woman who broke in and tortured ya.” Becky told her. The way Sandra was describing her attacker, it seemed more like a woman than a man.
“You think so? A woman? But, but, a woman wouldn’t dare try to torture me! It had to be a man. A cruel, sadistic man!” Sandra responded. She knew what Becky said made sense, but she didn’t want to believe she was overpowered by a smaller woman and forced to reveal the location of her precious jewelry. If it was a man, then she could logically be ok with being in that position.
“Hmmmm…..that is muh theory. Sandra, I know it will be tough, but ya got to tell me how ya were tortured. I have to remember in case it gives a clue!” Becky recommended. She started to feel confident, and she liked mysteries. She had recently read the novel A Study in Scarlet where it introduced the character Sherlock Holmes. She found it fascinating, and she started to think she could not only be a great deputy like Darby, but also a great detective like Sherlock Holmes. She started to get excited because she could possibly solve the mystery of who attacked and robbed Sandra!
“Becky, please don’t make me tell you. It….it is really really really embarrassing. You will think I am weak and probably laugh at me.” Sandra answered. She felt nervous the more she thought about what happened and she feared that Becky might laugh at her and wouldn’t believe her.
“I promise ya, Sandra, I won’t laugh at ya or think yer weak. I just want to help ya and maybe figure out who did this to ya.” Becky told her with empathy in her voice. She then reached her hand forward and held onto Sandra’s hand. She wanted to comfort her and make her feel it was ok to talk to her. She really started to apply the lessons she learned from Darby. The male deputies didn’t know how to handle female victims. They treated them just like the men. But Darby knew how to make female victims feel comfortable. She loved that about her hero and desperately wanted to be just like her.
Sandra felt Becky’s hand holding hers and she saw that empathetic face. She could see her smile with that gap in her two front teeth. She saw those freckles and those friendly eyes. She felt nervous, but then decided she would tell Becky what happened. She took a deep breath and then looked at the apprentice. “Ok, but you have to promise me you will not tell anyone how I was tortured! I am trusting you, Becky Lockhart.” she told her.
“Ya have muh word. I won’t tell anyone. Now, how were ya tortured?” Becky asked. She felt good inside that she managed to get this woman to open up. Now, she had to pay close attention and hope there was a small detail that she could use in the investigation.
“Ok, well, when I was tied up, the thief took off my shoes. He told me that if I didn’t tell him where my jewels were, he was going to make me suffer. I-I had no idea why he took off my shoes. He even tore open my stockings and exposed my bare feet. I was so confused. Then it happened. I felt something on my feet, and it was his fingers! Becky, he was tickling my feet!” Sandra said in a strong whisper. She felt incredibly shy at the moment, and she tried to see how Becky would react to that information.
“He was ticklin’ yer feet? Oh dear….that is not nice.” Becky responded with surprise. Her theory was right, and she also understood just how devastating having feet tickled could be. Now she understood why Sandra didn’t want to tell anyone. It would be completely embarrassing, and no one would believe her. It is why she kept her own torture by the hands of Sabrina Alamain and Babs a secret from everyone except Darby, who suffered the same fate. She knew just how humiliating that experience would be and now she understood the fear that Sandra had.
“Yes! He kept tickling my feet over and over again. I kept hearing that girly voice telling me to start talking or my feet would never stop being tickled. I just kept laughing and laughing. I am REALLY ticklish, Becky. He even threatened to tickle me all over my body. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I told him where my jewels were. I-I am so weak! I can’t believe I let him take my precious jewels just because my feet were tickled. Can you believe it?” Sandra asked after telling her story. She looked down at her shoes and knew her barefeet were exposed inside the shoe because she was still wearing the stockings that were torn at the feet. She looked at Becky’s face and could tell she was shocked.
“That is horrible! I am sorry that happened to ya. Sandra, don’t feel bad about giving up when yer feet were tickled. To be honest, I am really ticklish muhself and that had to be horrible torture. I am glad he didn’t hurt ya. I really do believe it was a woman who did it though. I don’t think a man would try to tickle ya, he might try to do other…..funny…things to ya instead. I don’t think yer weak at all. In fact, I think yer really brave for telling me. As I am a woman of muh word. I won’t tell anyone how ya were tortured.” Becky told her in a consoling voice. Hearing that story made her own feet start to tingle and she felt really bad for Sandra. She even wondered if it could be someone that Sabrina Alamain knew. That outlaw used tickle torture as well against several women in Plotsville, including herself. Sabrina was not captured in Mexico, and she wondered if she had anything to do with this recent attack. Becky then stood up from the floor and looked at Sandra. “Ok Sandra, ya did really good. Thank ya for trustin’ me. Yer secret is safe with me. I will do muh best to find this person and bring her to justice!” she said, as she placed her hands on her hips, trying to do a heroic pose.
Sandra giggled as she watched Becky posing in front of her. Somehow that young woman made her laugh during her terrible moment. She stood up and gave Becky a hug. “Thank you, Becky. I am glad you came by. It is good to know that you are ticklish too. Please, if you can, find my pearl necklace. It has been handed down for generations, going back to the 1600s!” she told her.
“I will do muh best. Now, be careful out there and keep ya eyes open for any suspicious people walking around. The thief could be hiding in plain sight! I might have to find a magnifying glass to help me. I am on the case!” Becky told her. She then shook Sandra’s hand, and then left the room. She wanted to find this thief because if she did, then perhaps that could be the final thing she needed to become a full-fledged deputy. She headed downstairs and saw Deputy Scott looking at her.
“Did she tell you anything else? Was she really tortured, or did she make it up to have us investigate with urgency?” Deputy Scott asked.
Becky remembered she had to keep the tickle torture a secret, but still be helpful to her fellow deputy. She also wanted to help find out who this thief was, so she could return that heirloom to Sandra. “She didn’t tell me anything about the torture that was useful, but she did help! The way she described the suspect, I think we have to look for a woman, not a man. She said the thief had a girly voice and dainty hands. She also said the suspect was short. I think it is a woman!” she told him.
“Hmmmm….that is a possibility. She told me the same description and I thought it was a dwarf. Hahahaha Come on, let’s go back to the station.” Deputy Scott chuckled.
“That sounds like a plan! Oh, I have to go meet Deputy Darby really soon. She went to the train station to pick up some out of state guests. I am looking forward to them being here.” Becky told him. She then walked out of Sandra’s home and started to walk back to the station. She still felt a little pain in her knee, but it was getting better. She was excited about the possibility of solving this case!
AT THE TRAIN STATION
Darby stood on the loading area at the train station. She was anxiously awaiting the next train as her friends were about to arrive. She had been looking forward to this moment all week long. This was the second time meeting the three friends at this station, but this time they were heading back to Plotsville. She was also very nervous because she had to make sure one of the passengers was disguised enough to go unnoticed by the citizens of the town. She also looked forward to spending alone time with her. She had craved her for a long time, and she really wanted to make love to her and just be with her. She told Becky that there would be a time where she needed her to keep Cheyenne and Molly occupied so that she and La Diabla would “catch up”. She knew Becky understood what that meant because her apprentice did catch her and La Diabla having a sexual moment together back in the hotel in Ciudad Del Reina after their victory over Thalia. Becky never really said anything about it, but she made sure her apprentice understood that she had a special connection with La Diabla and to keep it a secret at all costs. The incoming train finally arrived, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. The time was now, and she waited for the passengers to disembark from the train.
La Diabla carefully exited the train, and her eyes looked around. This part of the trip always made her the most nervous. As much as she wanted to see Darby, coming to Plotsville was always a risky proposition. Her tribal disguise seemed to be very effective, but she also tried to avoid contact in the case someone could see her face clearly and recognize it. She then felt Cheyenne and Molly next to her and she could see their smiles. She loved their energy because they had no concerns and could be free to walk around. She also loved how much they were enjoying their vacation. She hoped they would like Plotsville, and then they were going to Mexico to visit Bella. She held her luggage and then led the trio onto the docking platform. Then she saw Darby. Her heart fluttered a little as she saw that warm smile and that white cowboy hat. Much like she did when she came to this station to go to Phoebe’s home, she eagerly awaited a hug from the heroic deputy. She saw Dearby approach, and she smiled. “Good to see you again!” she smiled.
“It is GOOD to see all of you again! I hope you all had a good time at Phoebe’s. You will have to tell me all about it. Welcome Molly, Cheyenne and Qalataqa. Come, let’s go quickly.” Darby told the group. She didn’t want to waste time and increase the chances of La Diabla being spotted. She was confident the tribal disguise was very effective, but she wanted to take no chances at all. She understood that even though Cheyenne and Molly would get a “tour” of Plotsville, La Diabla had to stay in hiding the entire time. The difference was that she was going to spend some time alone with her and that got her really excited. She escorted the group into the carriage and then it started to head towards Plotsville.
Cheyenne sat inside the carriage and looked out the window. She was really excited about this moment. She really liked Darby and now she was going to see her home. She always read articles and a few books about the West frontier, and she wanted to see it up close. California was quite different than these areas, so getting to observe the lifestyles of the people in Plotsville was going to be fascinating. She looked over at Molly who was also looking out the window. She was so happy for her friend. She looked so happy and relaxed. Then she saw La Diabla and could see how nervous she looked. She felt bad for her because she couldn’t be herself. She had to hide and be suspicious about everyone they encountered. Cheyenne always wished that one day, her friend would be free and could just go about the country without fear. She adored her as a person, but most people knew her for her cruel acts. It wasn’t like La Diabla didn’t deserve the reputation, she had earned it, but Cheyenne knew who she really was down deep. “Are you really going to stay inside Darby’s house the whole time?” she asked.
La Diabla looked up and saw Cheyenne’s face. She knew why she asked that question and she nodded her head. “Yes, I have to. Especially with my history in this town. I can’t take any chances at all. I want the both of you to have a good time though. Plotsville has been growing, so you will see fascinating things. I will be ok. You two have fun.” she told them.
“I wish you could come with us. I understand why you can’t. I hope one day you can be free so you can do things with us.” Molly added. After learning the true identity of La Diabla, she understood why the outlaw had to hide. She really appreciated her for even risking her freedom to accompany her and Cheyenne to this part of the country. She also got to see who La Diabla was as a person. She never saw her during her days with El Guapo and was grateful she didn’t. She wanted to keep the good image she had of her and not really explore her past. She could see how the others had a healthy respect for her and also how her presence commanded respect. It was such a fascinating situation with La Diabla. She had this ruthless reputation, but she was also very sweet.
The carriage slowed down and Darby looked around. She had driven the carriage all the way down to her house and saw that no one was around that could see them. She saw some people walking, but they were too far. She knew it was time to get these women inside and then she could go from there. She opened the carriage door and let the trio out. She then quickly escorted them and their luggage to her front doorstep, then got inside. Once she got inside, she closed the door and exhaled. They had made it without no one recognizing La Diabla. She saw her guests and felt happiness inside. “Ok, NOW, I can greet ya! Welcome to Plotsville!” she said, then went around and hugged all three women.
“Wow!! So this is your house? I like it! It is so cute inside. Hey Molly, look at the walls. Look at her decorations. We are in a real-life cowboy home!” Cheyenne said with excitement as she looked at the decorations. The home was modestly decorated, but she was very excited to see it. She walked over to the wall where Darby kept all of her honors she received from the town and her jaw dropped. “These are all yours? You really are the great hero!” she asked.
Darby felt honored when she heard that question. She was always humble about her awards because she felt she was simply doing her job, but it was always good to hear someone congratulate her. “Thank you, Cheyenne. Yes, those are muh awards. I was just doin’ muh job.” she said in a humble voice.
“You are amazing!!! You are a living legend!” Molly said in awe. She gotten to speak with Darby a lot at Phoebe’s mansion, but now that she saw those awards, she understood why so many of the women admired Darby. She was amazed that a woman could be a deputy and also receive all these honors. Her eyes caught one particular award because it stood out, and she wondered why she received it. “Hey, this award right here, what did you get this for? It is really pretty.” she asked.
Darby looked over at the award Molly pointed out and she smiled. She remembered that award and it was one of her favorites because of what it meant. She looked over at La Diabla and Cheyenne and felt love for them. Then she looked back at Molly and smiled. “That award I received from the United States Federal government. I received it for muh work bringing down the sex trafficking ring in Santa Selena. I had gone undercover and eventually helped bring down the crime ring by Priscilla Montenegro and Gloria Wellington. It is the award I truly love because it is not just my award. That award should also belong to the two women here with us. Salem and Cheyenne both deserve that award too. Without their help, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you right now. Thank you both for everything you did in Santa Selena. I….I love you both.” she said, her voice filling with emotion.
La Diabla smiled when she heard those words from Darby. She knew how much that award meant to Darby, and she was truly appreciative that she also received thanks as well as Cheyenne. That adventure truly shaped their lives. It was why they were all standing here at the moment. That adventure was also the reason that Thalia Laskaris went after them. “Thank you, Darby. Your words mean something to me. I will never forget that adventure. It really made us who we are today.” she replied.
Cheyenne felt her heart filling with love. Hearing how Darby thanked her and La Diabla was special. She loved the fact that even though it was Darby that received the award, it was all of their teamwork that was awarded. She went up to Darby and hugged her. La Diabla’s words were correct. That adventure truly shaped their lives. It was out of that situation that their relationships had grown deep, and it was how they were all meeting now. “Thank you, Darby. You are truly an amazing and heroic woman.” she told her.
Darby felt that hug and if there was one thing she really liked about Cheyenne, it was that she always gave the most loving hugs. She smiled as she could feel the love in the room. The hug broke and now she had to play host. She looked around her home and after they stayed in the luxurious Wellington mansion, her home was very different. “Well, I guess you will be muh guests for a few days. I apologize it doesn’t have all the nice things like Phoebe’s house, but I will try to make ya as comfortable as possible. I do apologize that I have only one bedroom. I have some cots for everyone to sleep on inside muh living room. I have some food inside and a bathroom. Wow, I feel really inferior right now. I wish I had a mansion. Hehehe” she joked.
“This is fine. We understand that you’re broke and live in a cave. Hahahaha” La Diabla joked. She knew Darby was probably feeling bad because she had to follow up someone like Phoebe Wellington who was rich, but she was very appreciative and wanted to lighten Darby up. “Oh, I am not sleeping on a cot. You will just have to make room in your bed.” she said with a sly smile.
“Hehehe this is not a cave! I like your home, Darby. We are fine sleeping on cots. We will make the best of it. Thank you for having us.” Cheyenne added. She giggled when she heard La Diabla’s joke, and she wanted to make sure Darby felt ok. She saw the folded-up cots and was excited to sleep on one. “So, what do we do now?” she asked.
“Well, it is midafternoon. How about this? Let me take you down to the Sheriff’s station. That way I can introduce you to muh Sheriff, and also meet up with Becky. She will help guide you through Plotsville as well. Ready to see the first stop on your grand tour of the best town in America?” Darby asked with enthusiasm. She wanted to address those words by La Diabla about sleeping in her bed, but she decided against it unless she wanted Cheyenne and Molly to hear about their sex stories.
“Yes!! I can’t wait to see where you work! I will never forget this trip. I am going to see a real-life Sheriff’s office in Texas!” Molly said with excitement. She really looked forward to this part of the summer trop. She and Cheyenne would try and find newspaper articles about this part of Texas and had discussions on what they might find. She also heard La Diabla’s joke and found it funny. She didn’t want to address it, but she knew what it all meant. She thought it was cute those two were intimate with each other because their “occupations” were so different.
“Ok, let’s go. Salem, will you be ok here by yourself?” Darby asked. She knew there was no way she would go to the Sheriff’s station of all places. Even though Sheriff Dickerson knew of their friendship, she still had to maintain the secret. She thought back to when the good Sheriff even talked to La Diabla herself at the border town in Texas. She was stunned that he even thanked her for everything she did in Santa Selena and Ciudad Del Reina. She was also hopeful that he could find a way to pardon La Diabla and she could be free. For now, she was going to keep La Diabla’s visit a secret. Even though the Sheriff seemed ok with La Diabla, she didn’t want to take any chances at all of her being discovered.
“I will be fine. Enjoy yourselves. I will just sit back and unwind.” La Diabla told the group. She then went into Darby’s bedroom with her belongings to make herself comfortable.
“Ok ladies, let’s go.” Darby said to Cheyenne and Molly. She then escorted them out her front door and made her way to the carriage and then headed off to the Sheriff’s station. As she passed through the residential area, and into the main part of town, she was pointing things out for Cheyenne and Molly to learn about Plotsville. She showed them some of the shops and some of the street vendors selling things. She talked about how small Plotsville was just two years ago and now, it has grown so much. She even told them there was a developer now living in town, who had grand plans to expand Plotsville. Her name was Catherine LaSalle, and she was a very nice woman. There were other more affluent people starting to call Plotsville their home and she had hope for the town’s future. She answered their questions whenever something came up and she felt like a tour guide. Darby even waved at some of the citizens walking around and she laughed when both Molly and Cheyenne made remarks that she was so famous. After spending time going through the town, she arrived at the Sheriff’s station. She got off the carriage and then guided them inside the station. There she saw her fellow deputies working hard and a few were sitting back and having a good time. She then made her way to Sheriff Dickerson’s office and knocked on his door. She saw him wave her in and she opened the door and walked in. “Hi Sheriff! I thought I would stop by and introduce you to some very special guests. Hehe” she told him.
Sheriff Dickerson sat up in his seat and smiled when he saw his favorite deputy enter into his office. He truly admired Darby, and he kept teaching her everything he knew. He hoped when the day comes and he retired, she would become Sheriff. That was his wish, even though the town political leadership would have to make any official decision. His eyes then went over and saw two young ladies next to Darby. One of them was dressed in what appeared to be Native tribal attire and had a very cute face. The other was dressed more plainly and she had thick eyeglasses. They both had smiles, and he was curious about who they were. “Hello Deputy! Always good to see you. Looks like you finished picking up your guests. Who do I have the honor of meeting?” he asked.
“Well, I am very happy to introduce you to someone I care for so much. This young lady is very special, and it is my honor to finally introduce you to her. This is Cheyenne of the Elu tribe in California.” Darby announced. She then looked at Cheyenne who suddenly looked shy.
Sheriff Dickerson had a large smile and then he stood up. He walked out from behind his desk to shake this particular woman’s hand. He towered over her, but he was in awe that he finally got to meet Cheyenne. “So, you are Cheyenne! I must say, I am very, very honored to meet you. You are the one that Darby bragged about so much. She told me how brave and strong you were back in Santa Selena. She told me that if it wasn’t for your help, then the entire mission would have failed. Welcome to Plotsville. I am Bob Dickerson, Sheriff of this town and it truly is wonderful to finally meet you.” he told her, then shook her hand.
Cheyenne’s face turned very red from embarrassment. She felt so shy that this very tall man was saying all those nice things about her. She looked up at his face and saw his smile. She felt his very strong hand shaking hers and she could barely speak because she felt shy. “Thank you. Hehehe It is nice to meet you too. But I didn’t do much in Santa Selena. Darby did most of the work. She is a hero.” she said in a shy voice.
“Yes, she is a hero, but she told me that your help was very much needed. She told me how your leadership and compassion helped the other young women after they were rescued. She told me you were the one who got them out of their cages. Cheyenne, you will always be a hero to me. I am glad I finally got to meet you.” Sheriff Dickerson told her.
Cheyenne covered her face with her hands as she felt incredibly shy and also incredibly honored. Knowing how famous Darby was in this town and all the great thing she did a year ago, she didn’t feel like she should be so honored by this man. “I’m sorry. Hehehe I am so shy right now.” she blushed.
Darby felt this warm glow in her body as she watched Cheyenne’s reaction. She was so proud of Cheyenne and felt like she deserved some recognition for her help during the Santa Selena adventure. Bessie had got an award for her help, but Cheyenne was not recognized. She told everyone what she did, but because she was in California, everybody here in Plotsville could not give her the recognition she deserved. In the back of her mind, she was grateful that La Diabla also got recognized by Sheriff Dickerson, so now their circle was complete. She then turned towards Molly who had this look of pride on her face for her friend. “Sheriff, this is Molly Scofield. She is a friend of Cheyenne from the school they attend. She wanted to come see muh town and I am very happy she is here with us.” she introduced.
Sheriff Dickerson then turned and looked at Molly. She was the shortest of the trio and he was the tallest in the room. He smiled and extended his hand to shake hers. She looked like a really nice person, and he was happy to meet her. “Nice to meet you, Molly. Welcome to Plotsville! I hope you enjoy your stay here. I am happy that Cheyenne is your friend. It must mean that you are a special young lady as well.” he told her.
Molly started to blush when she heard those words. She noticed his hand was large and very strong. She also started to feel shy when she heard those nice words towards her. This entire trip so far has been some of the best times in her young life. Everyone she met was so nice and they treated her great. She was not used to being around nice people who were so nice to her. She prayed this trip was not a dream and she would wake up and be miserable again. “Thank you! It is nice to meet you!” she replied then started to blush.
Darby saw Molly’s reaction and she loved that too. She was happy getting to know Molly better. She knew that young woman was very kind and would be a success in life. It was good to see her happy. She then looked at the Sheriff and smiled. “I wanted to have them meet you. I want to show them around and give them the grand tour. Oh, do you mind if I take tomorrow off? That way I can spend some time with them?” she asked, but also thought of someone else that was in her home.
Sheriff Dickerson looked at the two ladies, then back to Darby. He smiled and put his hand on her left shoulder. “That will be fine. I have enough coverage for now. There have been a few incidents around town, but we can handle it. Have some fun with your two pretty friends and enjoy yourself.” he told her.
“Thank you, Sheriff! I won’t stay away too long. Do you mind if Becky comes with me? She knows them as well, and it would be good for her to be a tour guide as well. Hehe” Darby requested. She wanted Becky to enjoy their company, but also to be with Cheyenne and Molly so she could be with La Diabla.
“That’s fine. In fact, she is in your office right now I believe. Ladies, it was very nice to meet both of you. I hope your stay in Plotsville is very memorable. I hope to see you both again before you leave.” Sheriff Dickerson said, then went back to his desk.
“Let’s go ladies!” Darby said, then guided the two into the hallway and headed towards her office. She did get to introduce them to a few of the deputies and everyone was so nice to them. She made it to her office and saw Becky sitting in there and it looked like she was writing something. “Becky why are you sitting at muh desk?” she asked.
Becky looked up and she saw Darby standing there with both Cheyenne and Molly. She then stood up and immediately saluted Darby. “Hiya Darby! I was just jotting down some notes to leave on yer desk. I am reporting for duty! Do ya need me to do somethin’?” she asked as she stood up straight and her body was stiff as a board.
Darby couldn’t help but laugh as she saw Becky standing so stiff. She always loved Becky’s enthusiasm. “Hahaha well, I do need you to come with me so we can show Cheyenne and Molly around town. If you would like to do that….” she invited.
Becky’s face lit up with a huge smile when she heard those words. She then saw both Molly and Cheyenne enter into the office, and she was very happy to see them. She loved interacting with them at Phoebe’s mansion and now they were here. “Hiya Molly! Hiya Cheyenne! Welcome to Plotsville!” she shouted, then tried coming from behind the desk before hitting her right knee again.
Cheyenne heard that sound and saw Becky wincing in pain. She saw her stumbling around the desk and wondered if she was ok. “Becky! Are you ok? That sounded like it hurt.” she asked with concern in her voice.
“Yeah…..I’m……ok. Just muh knee…….I banged it earlier…..today. I will….be ok.” Becky said as she felt the pain flowing through her body. It was the same knee she hurt earlier and now she felt embarrassed again. “I don’t think I will be……at a desk….the rest of the day.” she said in pain.
Darby saw the pain Becky was in and she felt bad. Becky had grown so much as an apprentice, but her clumsiness still remained. They were working on at least limiting it, but her apprentice just had a knack for being clumsy. “Becky, you have to be careful. Oh, what were you writing?” she asked.
“One sec….just letting the pain in muh knee subside….” Becky said as she lifted her index finger to give the signal she needed a moment. Once the pain subsided, she then walked carefully over to Darby. She looked at her mentor and smiled as best as she could. “I was writing some notes about an incident earlier. A woman named Sandra McPherson was robbed. She said a thief tied her up and forced her to reveal the location of her valuables. I think the thief is a woman! The way she described the person made it seem like it wasn’t a short man, but a woman. So, I wanted to make sure I write down the description. I want to find out who it is!” she said with excitement in her voice.
Darby smiled as she heard the excitement in her voice. She was also concerned that a citizen was tied up and forced to admit where her valuables were. “Ok, good job. You still could have written it at your desk. Hehehehe but is she with a doctor right now?” she asked.
“Why would she see the doctor? She is not hurt.” Becky responded in a surprised voice.
“You told me that the thief tied her up and forced her to admit where her valuables were. Did the thief torture her?” Darby asked.
“Well yeah, she said she was tortured. But she is ok.” Becky responded, remembering she had to keep Sandra’s ticklishness a secret. She then wanted to change the subject. “I think I can catch the thief. I want to find some clues and make the arrest. Hehehe but first, let’s take a walk around town and show our friends how great Plotsville is.” she said with her trademark smile.
“Yes, let’s enjoy ourselves and let Cheyenne and Molly see this great town. Let’s go!” Darby said, then walked out of the Sheriff’s station with her friends. She loved this moment as she got to be with the people she liked and could show off Plotsville. She was happy that Becky was also making this her home. She started to point out some of the buildings to her out-of-town friends and loved how excited they were with each description she did. Then, she came upon Rob’s Bakery and smiled. “Hey ladies, want to get a delicious snack? Rob’s Bakery is the best in town and Gertrude works here!” she asked.
“Yes, I would love to! Gertrude works here? Let’s see if she is here.” Cheyenne said. She was absorbing everything Darby and Becky were saying about Plotsville. She always imagined how Darby lived in her town and now it was a reality. She loved the rustic look and how everyone was dressed. It was different than California and she loved this experience. She walked inside the bakery and could smell the wonderful aroma of bread and other delicious food items. Everything was so new to her. The only town she truly lived in was Ciudad Zopilote, where she was an indentured servant of Priscilla. She would visit the bakeries there and other stores when she wasn’t working in Priscilla’s bar. Now, she was in this town and the atmosphere was amazing. She then looked towards the counter and saw a familiar face. She then waved towards the woman with a huge smile. “Hi Gertrude!” she called out.
Gertrude finished assisting a customer when she heard someone calling her name. She looked up and then she saw the four women standing there. A huge smile came to her face, and she excitedly came from behind the counter to go greet them. She loved interacting with Darby and Becky in town, but now she saw both Cheyenne and Molly. She adored the two of them when she stayed at Phoebe’s mansion. She loved how intelligent and cordial they were. She then went over to them and hugged each of them. “Why what an exciting day! My tired eyes are now so happy to see these beautiful faces! Welcome to Plotsville, Cheyenne and Molly! I am so happy to see you!” she said with excitement.
“It is good to see you too! We will be in town for a few days and wanted to see all the best spots in Plotsville. You work here? This place is amazing!” Cheyenne told her after receiving her hug. She always found Gertrude to be really friendly. She got a chance to chat with her a lot and really enjoyed interacting with her. Now, she was at her place of employment and loved the smile she had.
“Yes, Rob’s Bakery is THE best bakery in town! Here, let me get you some treats. It will be on the house! I am sure Rob wouldn’t mind me treating these wonderful ladies and the best deputies in town!” Gertrude said with excitement. She then went behind the counter to bring out some slices of cake. She put the slices on plates and handed them to her friends.
“Gertrude, ya really didn’t have to do this. Muhself and Darby would have paid ya.” Becky told her. She then reached inside her pocket to find some money. She didn’t want Gertrude to give them special treatment.
“Nonsense, Becky Lockhart! It is my treat! Now, don’t make me smack your hand! Put your money away!” Gertrude said in a friendly way. She then handed the plates to the ladies and felt honored that they came to visit her. “So, what will you show them in Plotsville?” she asked.
“You know, just all around the town. I showed them where I work, now we are seeing you.” Darby smiled. If there was one thing about Gertrude, it was how friendly she was and very welcoming.
“Well before you two leave, you must visit me at my house. We will have a good time there!” Gertrude invited. She loved having visitors and these two young ladies would be great company to her.
Darby looked at Becky, who was looking right back at her. She heard Gertrude’s invitation, and she remembered what happens when someone visits Gertrude’s home. She looked at Cheyenne and Molly and wondered which one would be Gertrude’s target.
“That sounds great!! We would love to visit you at your house! Thank you so much!” Cheyenne responded. She hoped she could see as much as possible and seeing another home would be an amazing addition to her visit.
“Splendid!! I look forward to seeing you both! We will have a laughing good time!” Gertrude told them. She was happy they were going to see her. Then her mind started to think about which one she wanted to tickle on their feet. The thought of that got her excited and she looked at both Cheyenne and Molly and wondered who she would tickle.
Darby heard those words and saw Gertrude looking at the two ladies, and knew she was already plotting to play with their feet. She shook her head and figured it was time to go somewhere else before Cheyenne and Molly caught on to something suspicious about visiting Gertrude’s house. Then she thought about something else. If those two were to visit, then she had to find a way to get La Diabla to visit as well. The thought of Gertrude tickling La Diabla’s feet sounded really exciting and now she wanted them to visit that house. “We will definitely stop by. I am looking forward to it. Ok Gertrude, we will let you get back to work. Thank you for your generosity and we will see you soon.” she told her.
Becky looked at Darby and giggled. She also wondered who Gertrude would tickle between Molly and Cheyenne. Her feet had been victimized at Gertrude’s home and she was curious about who Gertrude would go after. She was surprised that Darby would let them go there, but seeing either one of them laughing would be fun. She left the bakery and now they were walking through the streets of Plotsville once again. Since she was thinking about feet being tickled, she thought about poor Sandra and how she had to find that thief. She then saw the local flower shop and figured that it would be another great place to visit. There was someone who worked there that was a friend, and she figured that Cheyenne and Molly would like to see the pretty flowers. “Hey, do ya both want to see the flower shop? Muh friend is in there and I think it would be good to see.” she offered.
“I would love to see the flower shop! I love pretty flowers!” Molly answered. She always loved flowers and was anxious to see more. Phoebe had plenty of flowers around the mansion and now she could see more in Plotsville. She was feeling very happy at the moment because she had already met some great people and was reunited with Gertrude. She enjoyed chatting with her at the mansion and now she was absorbing everything Plotsville was about. She planned to write her memories in her journal book she took for this trip, and she already filled many pages. She could imagine how much more she would experience before going back home.
“Then let’s go! Hehe” Becky announced. She then led the group out of Rob’s Bakery and headed to the nearby flower shop. She was getting more used to Plotsville and visited many shops. She wanted to become well known around town so when she did become a deputy, the citizens would know she was there for them. That was another lesson she learned from Darby. She watched closely how Darby would interact with the civilians and loved it. That was part of the reason so many of the men respected her even though she was in a field that was male dominated. As she walked, she pointed out a few of her favorite places to visit on the main street in Plotsville. She knew they still had to visit The Thirsty Cowboy as well. Becky then spotted the shop named Tim’s Flowers & Gifts and led the group inside. She loved the smell inside the shop and saw many fresh flowers on display. “Do ya like the shop?” she asked.
“This place is amazing!! I love it! Cheyenne, look at all the pretty flowers!” Molly pointed out. She walked over to a display of flowers and started to smell them and talk about them with her best friend.
Darby saw Molly’s enthusiasm and she loved seeing that. Cheyenne also had some excitement, and she could see how they were gushing over the flowers that were on display. She then turned to Becky and smiled. She leaned closer to her so that she could tell her about one more visitor. “I love how happy they look. They are having such a great time. I also wanted to tell you that there is someone else that is visiting as well. She is inside muh home.” she whispered.
Becky heard the whisper, and she looked at Darby’s face and winked in acknowledgement. She knew exactly who she was speaking of. Since she got to know La Diabla on a personal level, she made it a mission to also keep her identity and location a secret at all times. It was still very weird that a famous outlaw was her friend, but it also taught her that anything can happen in life. “Ok. I understand.” she whispered back.
“Tomorrow, I want you to keep Cheyenne and Molly occupied for a few hours so I can spend some time with her alone. So, I am not giving them the full tour of Plotsville today. Hehehe” Darby whispered to her. She really hoped Becky understood why she was giving Cheyenne and Molly to her.
“Hehehe Ok. I will have fun with those two. They are amazing ladies. Don’t ya worry, I hope ya have fun. Tell her I said hello.” Becky whispered and winked. She then saw one of the workers in the flower shop appear and she smiled. She made friends with workers in the various shops and this woman was one of her favorites to talk to. “There goes muh friend, Julie Monaco! Be right back.” she whispered, then started to make her way to her friend.
Julie Monaco entered into the front of the shop after preparing a batch of flowers in the back. She was 27 years old, with long brown hair, fair complexion, and a sweet smile. She was 5’6” tall with a lean figure. She moved to Plotsville 7 months ago and loved the town. She always loved flowers and working in the flower shop was a dream come true. During her stay in the town, she befriended Becky who would stop by often to see the new bouquets of flowers. She liked her energy and always made her laugh. When she got to the front of the store, she noticed there were people inside and she smiled. She saw Becky heading her way and she smiled. “Becky!!! You’re here! Always good to see you.” she said.
“Julie! It is always a pleasure to see ya! How are ya doing today?” Becky asked in response. She walked up to her and shook her hand. She always enjoyed chatting with her and she felt excited to introduce her new friends.
“I am doing splendid! The weather is not too hot. I figured it would be a real scorcher today, but it is not too bad. So, what brings you by? You want to look at the flowers? You always are welcomed here!” Julie said, then started to group some flowers together on the counter.
“I always like visitin’ ya! Today is a special day! I want ya to meet some of muh friends. They are from out of town. They came all the way from California to spend some time here on vacation.” Becky beamed.
“Well, bring them to me! I love meeting new people!” Julie told her. She looked over and she recognized one person, which was Darby. Then she saw two young ladies headed her way and she thought they were adorable.
“Julie, these are muh new friends, Cheyenne and Molly.” Becky introduced.
“Well look at these two! They are so cute! Hehehe Welcome to Plotsville! My name is Julie Monaco, and it is a pleasure to meet you.” Julie said, then extended her hand to shake theirs.
“Hi! It is nice to meet you too. Becky told us she likes to visit this flower shop because it has the best flowers in town!” Cheyenne responded as she shook Julie’s hand.
“The flowers here are so pretty! I always loved flowers and the ones in here are the best!” Molly responded as she shook Julie’s hand.
“Well, aren’t you both so sweet! Here, take a rose with you. Compliments on the house! Any friend of Becky’s is a friend of mine!” Julie told them. She then handed out a single, long-stemmed red rose to each of them. She then saw Darby and smiled. She didn’t want to say anything to anyone, but she always had a crush on the tall deputy. “Hey Darby! So good to see you again!” she smiled.
“Always good to see you too, Julie. I hope we are not intruding on you. I wanted to show muh friends from California around Plotsville and Becky had us come inside.” Darby responded.
“Thank you for the rose! I love it!” Molly said with an excited voice. She always loved roses, and she was going to cherish this particular rose.
“You are welcome, sweetie! You are both so cute. I hope you enjoy your stay here in Plotsville. It is a growing town and thanks to these two, the town is very safe! Hehe” Julie told them. She really liked Cheyenne and Molly. They both seemed like really nice people to her, and she was happy they visited. She then looked at Becky and smiled. “Look at you! You are making friends everywhere!” she smiled.
“Yeah, they are the best! So, will ya be working late?” Becky asked.
“I will be getting off soon. I worked the morning shift. I can’t wait to get home and just relax. Living by myself really helps with that. Hehe” Julie told her with a small laugh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a woman leave the shop and figured she was just browsing.
“Well, we won’t take up more of ya time. I just wanted muh friends to come inside and see the pretty flowers. Thank ya for giving them the flowers. Ya never give me anything. Hehehe” Becky teased. She then started to walk towards the door with Darby, Cheyenne and Molly and looked back one more time to say goodbye.
“Hehehe you are so funny, Becky. I guess you figured out you are not as special as they are. Hehehe” Julie joked as she saw them walking out of the shop. She always loved the playful back and forth between them. She then started to finish cutting flowers on the counter and looked forward to going home.
Darby was walking through the streets of Plotsville and was having a good time with the three ladies. She figured it was time for them to go back to her home so they could have some food. She also wanted to save some of the tour for the next day, so Becky could keep Cheyenne and Molly occupied for a few hours. She felt a little guilty having Becky watch over them, but she had a desire to spend some time with the woman she loved. She then got to the carriage and looked at Becky. “Thanks, Becky, for helping me out today. I really appreciate you helping me tomorrow as well. I don’t want to leave our other guest all there by herself. Hehe” she joked.
“I understand! Don’t worry, Darby. I will take good care of them. I hope ya have a really good night. I think I will go back to the station for a bit and go over some clues. I really want to find the woman that attacked Sandra McPherson. Poor thing, she was really spooked. I want to solve the case!” Becky told her. She felt confident she could find who the thief was and wanted to get started.
“Hehehe ok. Good luck with that. I will help you when they go onto their visit to Mexico. Right now, I get to pretend to be Phoebe. I hope I am just as good as she was as a host. haha” Darby joked. She then hugged Becky and started to head back home. She wanted to spend some time with all three of her guests for the rest of the day and into the night. She was really excited about the next day because that alone time was very needed. The carriage took off and she felt happy inside.
Becky watched the carriage leave and she smiled. She was so happy for the women at Darby’s house and hoped they enjoyed their stay. Then her mind turned to the case, and she started to focus. She felt terrible for Sandra after learning she was tickle tortured. Being very ticklish herself made her want to find this woman and put an end to her. It could also be her chance to be a hero, and even become Deputy. “Ok, now it is time to work! Hehehe I am gonna solve this crime!” she told herself with confidence.
Julie started to walk home after finally finishing her shift. It had been a long day, but she loved interacting with the customers. Everyone that entered the flower shop always enjoyed being in there. She felt tired and just wanted to go home and relax. She lived alone, so it gave her the chance to just be alone with her thoughts and unwind. She had to work the next day, so she wanted to rest. As she walked through the neighborhood, she could see children running around and waved hello to a few of her neighbors. She liked living in this residential area because it was close enough to the main part of town for her to walk to and from work. She then made it home and walked inside. She could feel the warmth inside and she started to fan herself. She went around and opened a few windows to let some air inside. Julie then got her some water, and then sat down in her favorite chair. “What a day…..whew! I am beat.” she groaned.
Julie sat in her chair and just let time go by. She just focused on relaxing, and she was feeling very comfortable. She glanced through the town newspaper to catch up on all the latest news and even felt herself dozing off a few times. She then sat up from her resting position as she thought she heard a noise. It sounded like it came from her bedroom, and she started to think it was the wind blowing the window shutters. She decided to get up and perhaps secure the shutter because the noise would drive her cray. She started to walk into her bedroom and saw the shutter swinging back and forth. As she went to secure it, she heard a voice!
“Don’t scream or you will die!” a voice called out.
Julie’s heart froze as that voice scared her. There was someone else in her home and she didn’t know how to react. She then felt something poking her in the back and feared it was some kind of weapon. “W-Who are you? I don’t want any trouble…” she said nervously.
“If you obey me, then you will be ok. Now, put your arms behind your back! Do it now!” the voice demanded.
Julie was frightened to her core. An intruder was inside her home and now she had to put her arms behind her back. She did not want any harm to come to her, so she did as she was told. She then felt her wrists being tied behind her back and that frightened her even more. “Why are you tying my hands? What are you going to do to me?” she asked nervously.
“If you do what I say, nothing will happen to you. If you defy me, well, hehehe bad things could happen. Now, stand in front of your bed. Do it now!” the voice commanded.
Julie did as instructed and stood in front of her bed. She had no idea who was behind her and her nerves were really starting to overwhelm her. The sound of the voice sounded like a woman’s voice, which was rather odd. Her brain always assumed any intruders would be a man. Then suddenly, she felt a push in her back, and she landed on her bed, on her belly. Before she could really react, she felt the intruder straddling her. She was really scared at this point because she didn’t know what this intruder wanted. “Please! What do you want? I am scared! Don’t hurt me.” she pleaded.
“I am not going to hurt you. Well, unless you force me to. Now, what I want is very simple. I want your jewelry. Where is it?” the intruder asked.
Julie was stunned when she heard the intruder’s request. It appeared they wanted to rob her. The problem was, she didn’t have any jewelry at home. The only valuables she had were a family heirloom of a set of diamond earrings. They were given to her from her deceased mother as she laid on her death bed. She knew they were worth a lot of money, but it was the sentimental value that meant the most to her. She was close to her mother before she died of a disease. Those earrings were passed down through generations, and she hoped to have a daughter one day, so she could give them to her. In her mind and her heart, that was something she just could not give up. So, she made the decision not to reveal them. “W-What are you talking about? I don’t have any jewelry. Please, just let me go.” she begged.
The intruder simply grinned inside the hooded mask. Dressed in all black clothing, with a dark grey hooded mask, the intruder had snuck inside the window of Julie’s home and waited for her to arrive. The intruder loved sneaking into women’s homes and stealing from them. This was already the 5th victim this week. The intruder liked the fact that because she was a woman herself, with a small stature, she could easily get into these homes and perform her crimes. She had come to Plotsville knowing that the growing town had its fair share of women with valuables. She chose women to steal from because it was more likely men had guns, and she was unarmed. Plus, she had a favorite torture technique that she liked to use on the women, which got them to admit where anything of value was. Now, this victim was already lying to her, which gave her great delight. “I know you’re lying. I know you have something! If I were you, I would just tell me where it is. Or I could make your life miserable.” she threatened.
Julie’s heart froze as she heard that threat. She could feel the intruder on top of her and noticed that it wasn’t much weight on her. She briefly thought that perhaps she could get the woman off of her, but her arms were tied behind her back. Any attempt to knock her off would probably enrage the intruder and bad things could happen to her. She just couldn’t risk it. “Look, I really don’t have anything. I have some money, but that’s it. I am a poor woman! I work in a flower shop. I don’t make much money. Please, please let me go.” she begged.
The intruder simply smiled behind her mask because it appeared she would be able to torture the woman into confessing. Out of her previous four victims, only one of them immediately gave up the location of her valuables. She tortured the woman anyway because that always got her horny and she needed that fix. She then turned her body around and was now straddling Julie’s body and was facing her feet. She reached inside her satchel that she always carried with her and found some more rope. The satchel was also needed to carry any loot she had stolen. “Ok, don’t say you weren’t warned. I will take your money, but I know you have some more valuable stuff somewhere. All you women have jewelry!” she told her.
Julie was still in disbelief that this was happening to her in her own home. She looked to her sides, and she could see the soles of the leather boots of the intruder. She noticed they were smaller feet, probably a size 6 or even a size 5. The intruder was very small it appeared and even though she wasn’t a large woman herself, she knew she was bigger than the woman on top of her. “Please! You don’t have to do this! Just take my money and leave. Wait, why are you tying my ankles! Stop that!” she demanded as she felt her ankles being tied together.
“Shut up will ya! Geez, I am trying to get you ready. You are irritating me. Just be quiet. I will have you talking soon enough.” the intruder responded rudely. She loved whenever her victims were struggling and begging. She used their pathetic pleadings to get herself amped up to play with them. She finished tying a knot around the ankles, which were still inside the leather boots and now she was ready! She then got up off of Julie and stood by the foot of the bed. She then used her strength to flip Julie over onto her back. She looked at the look of fear on Julie’s face and she started to tap her foot. “Now, are you going to tell me where your jewelry is, or do I have to force it out of you?” she asked.
Julie was stunned. She had been flipped onto her back and now she could see the intruder. The intruder appeared to be very short. The black clothing was baggy and loose fitting on the intruder, so she couldn’t see the chest or other distinguishing features for a gender. She saw the dark gray mask with eye holes and still couldn’t tell. She saw the bare hands and they looked dainty. She wondered if this intruder was a woman. If the intruder was a woman, then she started to think she could convince her to let her go and more importantly, probably wouldn’t be physically assaulted. If it was a man, then all bets were off because really bad things could happen to her. “Are you a woman?” she asked.
The intruder grinned when she heard that question. She always wanted to try and make her gender ambiguous because it caused confusion for her victims. She tried to be “man-like” as possible so that law enforcement would never suspect her when she walked the streets. She saw that look on Julie’s face and saw her looking her up and down. She knew she was short; she was only 5 feet tall and very skinny. That gave her the ability to be really sneaky and get inside homes rather easily. She then went over to the window of the bedroom and closed it. She didn’t want the outside world to hear Julie’s mouth when she began her torture. “Does it matter if I am a man or a woman? Either way, I am going to get you to talk!” she told her.
“If you are a woman, then I beg you to let me go. You don’t want to do this. I am sure you can understand how scared I am right now. I think that if you are a woman, you wouldn’t be ok if someone broke into your home and tied you up, right?” Julie asked. She was trying to appeal to the woman’s heart, praying she would give her mercy and leave her alone.
“Or, I could be a man! Would that really make a difference? You say those things, but I could still be a man. Oh, you must have also ignored the fact that women could be ruthless too! You know there are some famous women criminals in this country. But I could also be a man. Hehehe Plus, I have…..THIS!!!” the intruder said, then pulled out a sharp knife from her satchel. She then displayed the blade and waved it around in the air, trying to intimidate Julie.
Julie saw the knife and her heart froze. Now she really didn’t know if she was dealing with a very small man, or even a very small woman. She gulped hard and she prayed that the knife was not going to be used on her. “W-What are you going to do with that knife?” she asked nervously.
“Hehehe this knife scares ya, huh? Well, it should! Now, enough questions for me. I have a question for you. Where are your jewels? Tell me now!” the intruder demanded then placed the knife onto the bed, right next to Julie’s right leg.
“I am telling you! I do not have any jewelry! All I have is the money in my purse. That’s it! You can have it! Just don’t hurt me!” Julie screamed back. She also noticed the intruder shut her window and that was probably because she would end up screaming. Her fear grew even more when she saw the intruder get onto the bed and was now moving her body over her legs. The way the intruder was moving on the bed, it was like a predator stalking its prey and ready to pounce. Now, the intruder was sitting on her thighs, effectively pinning her legs down. She looked at the hooded face and wondered what was going to happen next. She also realized that the intruder could pick up that knife and put it right into her exposed stomach. Her arms were still tied behind her back, and she was totally vulnerable.
“Awww….you look so scared. Hehehe I like that! Now, tell me…..where….your….jewels……are.” the intruder teased as she took the left index finger and slowly stroked it over the shirt on Julie’s stomach. She could feel her flinching with each word punctuated by her finger strokes, and she felt a thrill deep inside her body. She then stopped the stroking and then reached for the edges of the shirt bottom and slowly started to pull the shirt up and exposed the naked stomach of Julie.
Julie felt those finger strokes on her stomach as the intruder was speaking. She was very scared at the moment, but for some reason, those finger strokes tickled her. She was always a very ticklish woman, but didn’t know she could be ticklish at a time like this. She held her breath because she did not want to burst into laughter. That would be embarrassing for her. She really hoped this diminutive woman didn’t notice her flinching. The last thing she wanted to do was humiliate herself by laughing at this dangerous moment. Then she felt her shirt pulled up and now, her stomach was exposed. She had no idea why her belly was being revealed and she felt some panic in her body. “W-What are you doing to my shirt?” she asked nervously.
“Just getting you ready….hehehehe Say, I can see how much you are trembling. Are you scared? I am not touching your stomach with my knife. Just my finger. What harm could my finger bring to you?” the intruder asked with delight in her voice. Her happiness increased because she recognized ticklish tremors in all of her victims. That got her nipples to stiffen, and she would be able to enjoy torturing poor Julie. She lifted the shirt until it was just under the breasts, and she stared at the pale skin. The stomach was a bit flabby, but still very lean. She could feel her own adrenaline spiking because she really wanted to tickle that stomach, but she had a job to do first. She had to torment Julie’s mind. “Say, what is your name anyway?” she asked.
Julie froze as she heard that she was “getting ready” for something. The fact her bare stomach was exposed really frightened her. Then she heard that question and she was surprised. The intruder seemed to be making this moment personal. She figured she might as well comply to keep this person satisfied. “M-My name is Julie. Please, don’t hurt my stomach.” she pleaded.
“Julie? Julie……I like that name. Very pretty. Ok Julie, this is your last chance. Tell me where your valuables are, or very bad things will happen to your stomach. Hehehe” the intruder threatened. She then interlocked her fingers and cracked her knuckles. It was time to play with Julie and get her screaming.
Julie’s jaw dropped when she heard that threat and witnessed the knuckle cracking. When she heard very bad things could happen to her stomach, she went into full panic mode. She thought about just revealing where those diamond earrings were, but then an image of her mother popped into her head. She remembered when she was handed those earrings. Her mother was very weak but summoned enough strength to give them to her. She passed away an hour later. Those earrings meant a lot to her and now she had to keep their location a secret. “Listen to me! I don’t have any jewelry! Do I look like I have any? I don’t have any on me now! No earrings, no necklaces, no rings, NOTHING!!! Please, please don’t do anything to me! I am begging you! You have to believe me!” she pleaded.
“I don’t believe you! I know all the women in Plotsville have jewelry! So, I guess I have to do things to your body to get you to tell me. You have one…….last……chance. hehehehe” the intruder laughed evilly. She always looked forward to these moments because she loved the look of terror in her victim’s eyes.
Julie swallowed hard and felt her heart beating out of her chest. This small person on top of her was threatening her and she felt fear for her life. She then saw the intruder’s hands starting to move to her stomach area. On the one hand she felt a little relieved because there was no weapon in those hands, but she also feared what was going to happen. Was this person going to hurt her in some way? Her eyes then went very large when she saw the fingers starting to wiggle. “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?!” she asked in a panic.
The intruder placed the tips of her fingers on the stomach and felt that warm flesh. She also felt how soft it was, and she grinned. She also felt the muscles twitching and she knew those were ticklish tremors. She left her fingers in place and didn’t move them. She wanted to start the psychological terror before she did physical torture. “Hehehehe you will tell me what I want to know. Whether you want to or not!” she threatened.
Julie held her breath as she felt those fingertips on her stomach. She couldn’t take her eyes off those fingers and wondered what this person was going to do next. She still recognized that this person was very small in stature, and she could probably roll over and knock them off of her. But with her arms behind her back and her legs tied, doing that would probably enrage her attacker and she didn’t want to get hurt. Then she felt a slight wiggle with the fingers and a major surge of ticklish energy flow through her body. Like earlier, she did not want to laugh in front of this person because it would be embarrassing to laugh at a tense moment like this. She felt the fingers move very slightly again and now she started to form a grin. She was in disbelief that she could be feeling ticklish right now. “Nooo!! Don’t laugh!! Don’t laugh!” she told herself as her head rested back on the bed and she stared at the ceiling.
The intruder saw that reaction and it was time to have some fun with her victim. She knew once her victim realized what was going to happen, she would probably talk soon enough. This was one of her favorite parts of torture. That first moment when the victim realized what was going to happen to them. She could see that ticklish smile forming and Julie’s eyes were shut tight. “What’s the matter with you? Why are you smiling?” she asked.
Julie heard the questions, and she was afraid to open her mouth. The fingers were not moving much, but they kept twitching a few times and the ticklish sensations only grew. She felt her body temperature rising as she resisted the feeling of laughing. She focused on not laughing and didn’t answer the questions.
“Not answering me, huh? Hmmmm….I am asking you a serious question and you seem like you want to laugh! Is that it? You are not afraid of me? You think I am a joke? This is not the time to laugh!” the intruder teased. She grinned behind her mask because now she was going to have lots of fun with Julie’s belly. The set up was perfect and now it was time. “Oh wait….. is the reason why you want to laugh is because……you’re ticklish?” she asked.
Julie’s eyes popped wide open, and she lifted her head to look at the person straddling her. She heard that question and now fear tore right through her body. Could it be possible that this attacker was going to tickle her? She was in disbelief because that sounded ludicrous, but the way the fingers were twitching and now that question was asked, fear really started to build because she knew how desperately ticklish she was. She remembered when boyfriends would tickle her, or even some of her girlfriends. She would easily fall apart when tickled and now it was a distinct possibility it could happen right now. She only had one option left after hearing that question. She had to lie. “N-N-Nooooooo….I’m……not. Please….don’t…….hurt me.” she said in a strained voice, desperate to not laugh.
“Hehehe I think you’re lying to me. You ARE ticklish! Watch!” the intruder said with glee. She then started to wriggle her fingertips into the flesh and felt the stomach tense up and saw that look of panic in Julie’s eyes.
NOOOOO WHAT ARE YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I MEAN IT!!! STOP THAT!!!” Julie roared as she felt those dainty fingers pressing and wriggling into her hyper ticklish stomach. Her mind could not believe this was happening and her laughter got even stronger.
“Hehehehe liar. See? You are ticklish. I think I am going to tickle you until you lose your mind.” the intruder taunted, then started to wriggle her fingers a little harder into the flesh. She could feel those muscles jiggling under her and even felt Julie’s body writhing around. Julie was a half foot taller than her and weighed much more, but she felt like she was in complete control of her. She felt the body squirming around and she had to press her own weight onto the legs and keep her ankles on the bed as a strong base. She saw Julie’s head flopping around and the torso was moving wildly. A streak of lust flowed through her because she truly loved ticklish women.
Julie continued to laugh hysterically and move her body around as she felt those fingers tormenting her very responsive stomach area. She was just as surprised as she was laughing that this was even happening. Someone broke into her home, tied her up and demanded to know where her jewels were, and now they were tickling her. She couldn’t see the person’s face, but she could tell they were enjoying themselves. She slammed her head back onto the bed and her laughter kept coming out. She couldn’t even stop laughing because those fingers did their damage to her ticklish belly. Then the tickling stopped, and she started to breathe again. She even felt a tightness in her stomach muscles as though she did some sit-ups. “Oh my goodness!!! Please…please don’t do that anymore.” she wheezed.
“Oh yes, you are very ticklish. I like that! Now Julie, if you want me to stop then I suggest you tell me where your jewelry is. Or do I have to…….tickle it out of you?” the intruder asked then started to wiggle her fingers in the air to intimidate poor Julie.
Julie heard that threat and now she really started to panic. That tickle attack was not just something the intruder did just for fun. She was going to use her ticklishness to reveal the location of those precious earrings. This blew her mind away because she had no idea how she would fight this. She couldn’t stop being a ticklish person, and now the threat of torture was presented. She looked at the masked person and she shuddered. “No please…you can’t tickle me!!! I told you; I don’t have any jewelry here. I am only a florist. I don’t have anything.” she begged.
“We both know you are lying. Hehehehe You remind me of my last victim. She begged for me not to tickle her and she had no jewelry. Guess what? After I tickled her for an hour, she told me everything. So, unless you want the same fate, I suggest you start talking.” the intruder said with confidence. She knew Julie would probably lie again and she really looked forward to torturing her. She already loved the sound of her laughter and wanted to hear more of it as she explored her ticklish body until she got what she wanted.
Julie was stunned when she heard those words. The intruder had done this before? She actually tickled some other woman into revealing the location of her jewelry? Now she was the next victim? This really tormented her mind because there were others who suffered. Now, it was her turn. “Wait….you tortured….someone else?” she panted.
“Oh yes! You are my next victim. It appears that all of you women in Plotsville have such a beautiful weakness! Now, back to you. Where is your jewelry?” the intruder asked, ready to start tickling that helpless stomach once again.
“Wait!!! You really tickled other women in town for their jewelry? You tickled your last victim for an hour?” Julie asked with great fear in her voice. It appeared this attacker was a “serial tickler” and that really got her scared.
“Hehehehe yes! She tried her best when I was tickling her, but let’s just say her feet couldn’t handle it. Now, if you want the same fate as her, then keep lying to me. I wonder where your most ticklish spot is. Is it your cute tummy? Or is it your underarms? How about your knees? Or maybe it is your……feet! I really do love ticklish feet! Do you have ticklish feet?” the intruder asked. She was really starting to enjoy herself because now that she threatened more tickle torture, Julie was going to crack soon enough.
Julie’s jaw dropped when she heard about all those ticklish areas. The fact some other woman revealed the location of her valuables when her feet were tickled, shook her to her core. Those areas the intruder mentioned were all very ticklish areas on her body, especially the soles of her feet. Now she started to consider just revealing the location of those earrings, but her heart just wouldn’t let her do it. She was now at a crossroads. Give up her dying mother’s gift to her or suffer for a long time. She shook her head in disbelief. “Y-You can’t be serious! You can’t tickle me! That is pure torture!! Get off of MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THAT!!!!! STOP! STOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPP!!!!” she screamed as the fingers once again started to press into her stomach.
“Hehehehe don’t tell me what to do! If I want to tickle you, I am going to tickle you! Now, TELL ME WHERE THE JEWELRY IS!!! Tickle, tickle, tickle!!” the intruder demanded as she wiggled her fingers right into the area above the navel and close to the ribs. She felt Julie’s body thrashing again and she balanced herself to avoid falling off. She saw how Julie’s face was turning pink and knew the tickling was already wearing her down. She always had mixed feelings about tickling someone. She wanted her victims to reveal their valuables and would stop tickling them once they did. But she really loved the tickling part. She really loved hearing their panicked laughter and feeling their delicate skin. She started to wonder even if Julie told her, she should just keep tickling her anyway. She had even recently thought about tickling a woman’s private areas. That was something she hadn’t done to this point, but she would go back to her hiding place and masturbate herself when she thought about tickling her victims. She wondered what it would be like to tickle a woman’s breasts or between her legs. Her victims usually gave up all the information once their most ticklish spot was tormented. Now, she wondered if she should start tickling more intimate areas. The intruder thought she hoped one day she would try it, just to see what it was like. Her eyes looked at Julie once again and she saw that ticklish panic all over her face. It was now time to press the matter and force her to submit. “TELL ME!!! TELL ME NOW!!!! Kitchy, kitchy, koo!!!” she taunted.
Julie heard that angry demand and she felt the fingers tickling her stomach. It was still unbelievable this was happening. The ticklish tremors were flowing through her body, and she couldn’t help but squirm around. She knew the longer she was tickled, the worse it would get. She decided she had to at least get this person off of her and then try something to get free. She then rolled her body as hard as she could to her right, trying to flip that smaller person off of her. Once she got to her right side and her body was nearly front first on the mattress, she felt the attacker coming off her legs. That gave her hope and the tickling had stopped. Then she squealed loudly when she felt something grabbing her left side and squeezing that sent her into a ticklish frenzy and she ended up back on her back again. The hand released from her left side, and she stared at the hooded person and saw them crossing their arms. She tried to stop giggling, but the ticklish tremors continued.
“You are a naughty girl, Julie. You are trying to escape from me?” the intruder asked. She felt Julie nearly flipping over and she had to regain her advantage. She wanted to play with Julie’s stomach area and had to keep her from flipping over onto her stomach. She also knew that Julie must have been very sensitive on her stomach to try and flip over like that. She folded her arms and stared at her like she was a petulant child.
“Hehehe you have to stop trying to tickle me. Why do you have to tickle? It is torture!” Julie asked as she tried to catch her breath. She could still feel those ticklish tingles and she had to come up with a plan to be set free.
“Why do I tickle? It is FUN! I love seeing someone as pretty as you laughing and squirming. It is also the best torture! Look at how desperate you are! You would do anything to get me to not tickle you, right? Or should I just use a knife and stab you instead?” the intruder asked. She wanted to put fear into Julie and get her to be more sensitive.
Julie gasped when she heard that response. This person took great delight in torturing her and other women. The thought of the tickling continuing horrified her, but she also heard that threat about the knife. That seemed like a horrible alternative compared to being tickled. That started to weigh on her emotions because this person was willing to truly do something horrible to her body to get the location of her precious earrings. “Please…..don’t torture me. I don’t like being tickled. I don’t want to be hurt. What do I have to do to convince you that I have no jewelry? I have some money, and you can have it! Please, just don’t torture me anymore.” she whined.
“Hehehe I know you are lying! Now, where were we?” the intruder asked then started to wiggle her fingers again. She saw Julie’s body squirming again and she heard those pre-ticklish giggles starting the closer her fingers got to the rib area. She figured it was time to test the ribs and see how responsive they would be. “Do you have ticklish ribbies? I bet that is a nice spot on you!” she threatened.
“NO!!! DON’T TOUCH ME!!! GET HEHEHEHE AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Julie exploded in laughter as she felt the fingers now stroking across the ribs. They weren’t pressing into the ribs, but they were effective, nonetheless. She started to squirm violently, and her head was pressed into her mattress. She shut her eyes and just let her laughter pour out. The fingers were so dainty that it truly surprised her how effective they were in tickling her. She then opened her eyes and stared at that mask. She wanted to make eye contact with this attacker and show them just how much she hated being tortured. How much she wanted to be set free. She wished she could see the attacker’s face. She wanted to know if they were that sadistic about seeing her suffer. The more she looked at this attacker’s stature the more she started to believe this was a woman attacking her. Julie started to think she could appeal to a woman’s sense of compassion and if she could get her to stop this madness. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!! YOU GOT TO HAVE MERCY!!!!” she screamed.
The intruder kept stroking her fingers all over that ribcage area. Her fingertips would move from the right side to the left side, then up and down that side, before going to the other side. She heard the desperation in Julie’s voice, and she felt a thrill flowing through her. She just had to maintain focus and keep tickling this woman, and she would eventually break. They all broke eventually. Her last victim couldn’t stand having her feet tickled and told her everything. Now, she was determined to make Julie that next victim break and give her what she wanted. She then looked down at her hands and saw her fingers merrily dancing over that very sensitive area. She saw her fingernails and delighted in keeping them trimmed. She didn’t want to reveal her gender easily because it would be difficult for law enforcement to locate her if they didn’t know who she was or what gender she was. Even though she was short in stature, she also had very small breasts, a size A, and she was really skinny. She could pass for a boy in certain moments because inside her hood, she also cropped her hair short. She didn’t wear any kind of makeup or cosmetics as well. She liked to wear pants and shirts to keep us any ruse she wanted. She knew her voice could be a giveaway, but she tried to not make it sound to girly-like. This was her advantage. She then paused her tickling in order to torment Julie’s mind once again. It wasn’t time to go all in and give the hardcore tickling attack just yet. “Hehehe you are delightfully ticklish. I think I really could tickle you all night.” she said with a smile.
Julie took in air as the tickling finally stopped. Those little fingers were very talented at finding all of her ticklish spots on her ribs. She was amazed by how effective this person was. She also had never been tickled for this long before. If she was tickled, it was usually very playful with friends or with lovers, and only lasted a few minutes at the most in a fun tickle fight. This was far different, and she started to panic inside. The attacker had no intention of stopping anytime soon. She had to beg and plead for mercy because she truly did not know how much longer she could hold out. “Please…..stop….you have to stop……this is torture…..please stop tickling me…..” she panted.
“I hope you realize that you are in control of whether you are being tickled or not. You tell me where the jewelry is, then I stop tickling. It really is as simple as that.” the intruder told her. She then folded her arms again and sat on those legs. She could see Julie’s face starting to glisten with sweat and that was a good sign of her wearing down. She could see her breathing heavily and knew her lungs had to be burning. It was just a matter of time before this victim broke. She wondered if a victim was telling the truth about not having jewelry, but she knew that every woman she attacked had something. Even if it was a cheap ring, they had something.
Julie groaned when she heard that response. She knew the intruder made a good point. She was in fact in control whether she got tickled or not. But the value of those earrings to her made her want to try and fight this as long as she could. The only fear she had was that she was going to break and that would emotionally devastate her. “Listen…..you’re a woman, right? You know not all of us have jewelry. Even if we did, why would you want to take that? Isn’t money better?” she asked.
“What makes you think I am a woman? Hehehe Besides, why would I not take jewelry? It can be MORE valuable than money. You are not Rockefeller or Carnegie, right? So, you do not have more money than that value of jewels. So, Julie. Do I have to keep tickling you to get what I want? Or will you just tell me and then I can leave you alone? There are other spots on your body I would love to explore…..” the intruder threatened. She could hear that fear in the voice and just from the question posed, she knew Julie did have jewelry. She was given a hypothetical and being told to concentrate on money instead. Whenever a victim had tried to divert her motives away from jewelry and something else, it meant that whatever jewels they had, it must have had either a high market value, or sentimental value. That made her even more determined to torture Julie into revealing the location of the jewelry.
“Please, if you are a woman, you have to find it in your heart to stop torturing me and wanting to steal from me. Please….this is torture and very….embarrassing.” Julie pleaded. She started to feel nervous again because this person was not sounding like they were changing their mind. She then saw the arms unfolding and those small hands were in the air and coming towards her again. She saw those fingers wiggling. They got closer and now she was squirming and feeling her body tensing up again. “Hehehehe nooooooo!!! Get away from meeeeee!!!!” she begged.
The intruder continued to wiggle her fingers closer to the rib area again and loved hearing that desperate pleading. She saw the body twitching nervously and now it was time to strike. It was time to send a stronger message that this torture would not end until she got what she wanted. She then planted her fingertips into the ribcage and this time, she pressed into them. “TELL ME!!!! hehehehe” she demanded then wriggled her fingers into the crevices.
Julie exploded in ticklish laughter as she felt those fingers now digging into her ribcage. The sheer intensity rocked her, and this was far different than the stroking she received moments ago. Her ribs were always a ticklish weakness and now those surprisingly strong fingers really sent hellacious ticklish shockwaves into her body. She shut her eyes and just laughed. She laughed very hard, and her body was violently twitching. She opened her eyes barely and all she could see was that hood. It appeared to be made of burlap, and she could not see any facial features. She thought she could see the eyes, but she just couldn’t be too sure. She wondered if the attacker had a look of true happiness in watching her suffer. She then felt fear growing inside her because her body stopped thrashing as much and started to surrender. That frightened her because it meant she was growing weak. It meant that the tickling would be worse, and she might have to reveal the location of those earrings, or she might go insane just from laughing. She tried one last time to beg for mercy, but her laughter was too strong, and she couldn’t get the words out.
“Julie is SO ticklish! Hehehee I like your ribs! This is a lot of fun! You are just laughing and laughing and laughing with nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. I don’t think I am going to ask you where your jewelry is right now. I think I just want to……..TICKLE YOU!!! Hahahahaha” the intruder taunted as she continued to dig her fingers into the ribs. She moved her fingers up and down each cage, finding those crevices with the bones. Every time she found a new groove, the laughter got stronger. She also felt Julie’s body was starting to go limp and that was what she wanted to happen. It meant that all that resistance earlier was going to end soon, and she would have full control. This moment was important because now her victim would be more susceptible to giving in. She just had to keep at it, and then eventually Julie would break. “I am never going to stop….never going to stop…never going to stop.” she said in a monotone voice.
Julie felt the fingers continuing to press into her very delicate ribs. She heard that voice saying over and over again that it would never stop. The strength of the ticklish sensations really started to get to her, and she just felt those waves. She tried her best to focus on anything else to distract her from those sensations. But it was no use. The ticklish waves just kept going. Her body started to go limp and now she was worried about fainting as her head was getting lighter. She then slipped into silent laughter and her face turned red.
The intruder smiled as she saw how Julie was reacting. She really loved that look of ticklish anguish on the face and absolutely loved it when she forced a victim into silent laughter. That was when a victim would start to break down and panic. This was the moment they started to get desperate. She then stopped tickling Julie, so that she could regain her breath and truly think about how much torture this really was. She then folded her arms and waited for her to recover so she could ask her the location of the jewels again.
Julie continued to feel the ticklish tremors in her body even though the actual contact had stopped. She started to regain her voice, and she just kept giggling. The sensations were so overwhelming to her, and she kept giggling as she tried to catch her breath. She shook her head side to side slowly, as air started to come back to her. She even felt a bead of sweat rolling down from her forehead. She then started to slow down on her giggles and her lungs were filling with air. She then looked at the thief sitting on her and the arms were folded as though she was waiting for her. She thought she could take this time to try and recover, but also try and figure a way out of this mess. She thought about screaming, but with the window closed and she was getting tired, she didn’t know if any neighbors would hear her. Julie would hear couples arguing sometimes, but windows were opened. When she closed them, she could hear muffled yells, but nothing to decipher, which meant any screams she did would only say kind of muffled. That thought then made her react with fear. This woman could literally torture her all night and no one would come save her. A wave of sadness started to wash over her, and she tried to hold those emotions back. No matter what, she had to withstand the torture and prevent those earrings from being stolen. She looked at her attacker with her eyes barely opening and did what came natural at this moment. She had to beg her. “Please…..no more……no more….I can’t take it. Please stop torturing me.” she wheezed.
“Hehehe I love how you beg me, Julie. But it is not up to me to stop torturing you. It is YOU that has to stop torturing you. You are in control of this, not me. I am simply like a machine, tickling you all over. The only way to stop the machine is to say the magic sentence. That sentence is you telling the machine where your precious jewels are. If you do, all of this stops. You will be free! Think about it! No more tickling! No more suffering! No more anguish for your pretty body! You can sleep and just enjoy the night. You will sleep like a baby! Just tell me where they are…..” the thief told her. She could see that desperation and hoped it worked. Her eyes then looked at the belly button and licked her lips inside her hooded mask thinking about what she was going to do to her next target.
Julie sighed in frustration because this attacker just would not stop trying to tickle her. This person did not seem to care if she suffered and that was what made everything so much worse. She tried to move her body a little, but she didn’t move much as her body was starting to be so exhausted. “Please….you don’t understand how bad this is for me. I am too ticklish. This is cruel! Why would you do this to me? What if someone tickled you like this? Wouldn’t you hate it and want it to stop?” she asked.
The intruder had a smirk as she thought about what Julie was asking her. She loved how tired she was getting because her attempt at moving her body was weak. She thought about the questions, and she couldn’t help but smile. That was the first time someone asked about her own response to being tickled. Being honest with herself, she did like being tickled to a degree. It was something fun to do with her lovers, whether it was male or female. She really liked when she tickled women, or they tickled her, but there were times she was punished. She was part of a criminal ring, and her boss would sometimes tickle her for entertainment. She was tortured once, but that was because she messed something up for her boss once. Otherwise, she was tickled playfully and the other women in her group loved using it on each other, but most often, helpless women they encountered. Her role in this group was to steal from people and she loved it because she was good at it. She then looked at poor Julie and wanted to tease her a little before she tortured her again. “Hehehe you want to know what would happen if I was tied up like you were and someone tried to tickle me?” she asked playfully.
“Yes…..how would you like it? Being tickled like this is torture for me. Wouldn’t it be torture for you?” Julie asked. She continued to try and recover and if she could somehow stop this attacker from tickling her, she could come up with some kind of escape.
“Hehehe hmmmm….good question. It would help if I was ticklish, but I do know this. If I were you right now, and I was SO ticklish and it was torture. I would simply give up what my tickler would want and get it over with. Because if you were tickling me, like my bellybutton, I would surely tell my attacker everything she wanted. I wouldn’t want to be tortured…..” the thief told her. She liked how Julie was stalling her pending torment, but also was delighted in answering that question because she trapped Julie into realizing how bad her torture would be if she didn’t reveal the location of the jewels.
Julie groaned as she heard that response. She realized she walked right into that response and now she was fearful of the torture resuming. She then saw the arms unfolding and now the hands were going back to her belly. She watched in horror as they got dangerously close to her navel and panic set it. Her navel was always sensitive, and she tried to imagine just how bad this was going to be. Her emotions started to go into a flurry, and she shut her eyes tight and braced herself. “No No no no no no NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed as the fingers invaded her belly button.
“Hahahah tickle tickle tickle tickle!!!! Come on, Julie! Tell me! Tell me where those jewels are! Tell me now or I will NEVER STOP TICKLING YOU!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the thief laughed maniacally as her fingers attacked the very sensitive navel. She used her fingertips to stroke the outside edges of the navel first. She could feel Julie’s body starting to writhe around again, which meant she got a really good spot on her. She then moved her fingertips to go inside that belly button, each finger taking a turn to tickle that spot. She wanted to press the issue and force Julie to start talking. She also had a desire to see her resist because there was another spot on Julie’s body she hoped to play with and it was her favorite spot to play with on a woman. Her feet.
Julie felt those fingers dancing, poking and tickling inside her belly button and it drove her wild. The previous tickle attacks wore her down so any tickling now would be horrendously worse. She just laughed harder and harder as her belly button was devastatingly responsive. She felt her body temperature rising to an uncomfortable level and for this first time during this attack, she seriously considered just revealing the location of the earrings. Her body was breaking down from the prolonged tickling and now her own mental, emotional and physical state was suffering. She felt herself slipping into that desperation mode and she felt that urge to give up getting stronger and stronger. She thought about her dying mother’s gift, and that was the only thing preventing her from giving up the location. However, her mind also thought that her dying was not worth keeping those earrings. She looked at the attacker again and tried one more time to get her to stop tickling her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU HAHAHAHAH GOT TO STOP HAHAHAAH TICKLING ME!!! HAHAHAHA I DON’T HAVE HAHAHAHA OH GOD!!!! ANY JEWELRY!!!!” she said in sheer desperation.
The thief paused her tickling for a moment as she heard that desperate pleading. She knew Julie was losing it. She knew it was just a matter of time before her victim break. There was no way Julie would survive her tickle attack. She watched with great joy knowing that she was breaking this woman down. She then put her finger inside the navel and prepared to drive her wild one more time to get her to the edge of insanity. “Julie!!! TELL ME!! TELL ME NOW!!!!” she threatened.
Julie started to get even more emotional during the tickling pause. This was getting to be overwhelming to her, and she didn’t know what to do at this moment. Now the urge to just give in was gaining strength and then she felt that finger inside her navel. The simple touch sent an incredible amount of ticklish sensations in her body and she knew she was about to crack. “hehehe please….don’t….I am begging you….” she whined.
The thief then started to swirl her finger around inside the navel and she loved how Julie did a sit up in response! That really got her excited because she hit a very ticklish spot, and it was time to set her up for the final torture. “That’s right Julie, nothing but tickles for you! You don’t want to tell me the truth and give me your jewels!!! I am really going to tickle you until you die…..” she said in a menacing voice.
Julie sat up in a physical response to the finger swirling inside her navel and then she slammed back down to the mattress. That finger was like a lightning bolt striking her because the intense tickling sensations tore right through her body like a hot knife through butter. She couldn’t stand that sensation, and she was laughing very hard. She had never laughed this hard or this long ever in her short life span. She tried to pull her arms out of their rope bondage, but they were tied tightly. She felt so vulnerable because she could not protect her stomach. She was on the absolute edge of just giving in when the tickling stopped! A huge wave of relief washed over her, and she started to cough a little because her mouth had gone dry and she tried to swallow. The coughing got stronger, and she felt her face being red. As her cough slowed down, she felt her body surrendering. There was no way she could take any more of this attack. She didn’t even know how long she was tickled, but even if it was minutes, she was already done. She looked at the attacker who once again had her arms folded and looked over at her like a strong bully. “No more…..no more….please….I-I can’t take this anymore…..” she whined.
“I know you can’t! At least I am enjoying myself! Julie, you are such a naughty girl. You have been lying to me this entire time. I have tickled you and you still won’t just give me the jewels! Now, you leave me no choice. I know you were probably hoping to avoid this, but I also hoped it would happen. Since you won’t tell me where the jewels are, I will have to make your soul tell me. I think it is time I tickle those feet of yours…..” the thief threatened. She felt a surge in her body because she loved women’s ticklish feet, and she already knew Julie’s were going to be really ticklish.
Julie felt grateful that the tickling stopped for a moment because she was on the verge of losing her will and surrendering herself to this attacker. She tried to get as much air into her lungs and calm her body. She could feel her heart beating very fast and her body temperature was very high. She could hear her tormentor telling her to give up the location of the jewels and how she was a liar. Then she felt her heart sinking when she heard the next target of this intruder’s intentions. It was perhaps the worst place possible. Her feet. Her really ticklish feet. She looked up at her masked attacker and now it was really time to beg. Her body was already tired and if her feet were tickled, she would surely cave in and lose those cherished earrings. Now her emotions were overflowing, and it was true desperation time. “No! Please! You can’t! You can’t’ do that to me! I swear! I don’t have any jewelry! How come you don’t believe me?” she begged.
“Because, like I have said already many times, I KNOW you women of Plotsville have jewelry. This town is thriving and all of you have valuables. So, are you going to tell me where your jewels are, or do I have to remove your boots and play with your feet? One word of caution is that I really do LOVE playing with women’s feet. Hehehehe” the thief threatened. She couldn’t help but feel excited. She was about to play with Julie’s feet and judging by her reaction, those feet were going to be really ticklish.
Julie closed her eyes for a moment. She knew this woman was going to tickle her feet and she was going to suffer a lot. Her heart was heavy because she knew she had to really suffer at this moment to protect her mother’s memory. It was all she had left from her. She then slowly opened her eyes and gulped. “I….I don’t have any jewelry. You have to believe me! Please, please don’t touch my feet. I am begging you!” she whined.
The thief then slowly slid down Julie’s legs and then got off of them. She then saw Julie’s legs trying to pull away and she sat on them again, this time on the shins and looked at the booted feet sticking out between her legs. She looked at the brown cowboy boots and couldn’t wait to see what was inside of them. “You had your chance, Julie. Now it is time to see your feet! Hehehe” she said, then started to reach down and tug forward on the right boot.
Julie felt her boot starting to slide off and she really started to panic. The attacker was not heavy at all, so she once again tried to squirm free. She even managed to do a sit up and now she tried to roll over again. This was sheer desperation time, and she had to get herself free. If she didn’t, then she would truly suffer. “NO!!!! NOT MY FEET!!!!” she screamed out as she tried to get herself free.
UP NEXT: Becky shows Cheyenne and Molly around town and La Diabla and Darby share a moment alone
How ok fans, how did you like this introduction chapter? There is a new criminal involved and it was be a fun ride how this story develops. This storyline will also be involved when Darby's focused series takes place as well. So, sit back, enjoy this series and absorb the story and the tickling! Thank you again for all of your support and your comments are most encouraged.
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The Ticklin' Thief
PART 1
“Ok class let’s give a nice welcome to this brave woman from the Sheriff’s Office! This is Becky Lockhart!” Millie Pastori announced to her class. Millie was a schoolteacher, and her class was full of 8 year olds. She invited someone from the Sheriff’s office to speak to the class about their jobs. All week long, she brought in people from different professions within Plotsville. She was hoping she could bring Deputy Darby Reeves, but she was busy, so Sheriff Dickerson said she could bring Becky. Now, she heard her class clapping and she watched Becky get in front of the class. She knew of Becky’s heroics from Mexico and thought she would be a good person to bring after all.
Becky felt a little nervous coming in front of the class. She had never been invited to do something like this before. It was still kind of surreal that she was thought of as a hero. She had dreamed of the day she would be considered just as brave and strong as Darby, and this was another example of that dream starting to come true. She really wished she was a deputy, but she was still being acknowledged as a hero around town. Dressed in her red and white flannel shirt, with her light blue jeans and brown dusty boots, she smiled at the kids. They all had smiles on their faces, and she took a deep breath. She talked about how she was an apprentice to the great Darby Reeves. She talked about how dangerous the job was and how she was learning how to become a great deputy. She credited the entire Sheriff’s office and told the kids how they were all a team. To help calm her nerves, she held a mock badge in her hand, so that she could show the kids after her talk. She wished it was a real badge and wished it was hers, but it would still be a nice item to show off. The kids asked great questions, and she felt her enthusiasm coming out. When she finished her presentation, she asked for any additional questions. When she saw there were none, she felt like she did a great job! “Thank ya kids!!! It was great meeting all of ya! I wish I could hug ya all!” she said, then put her hands in the air as though she was about to perform an “air hug”.
Millie watched with pride when she listened to Becky’s little presentation to the kids. The kids all seemed excited and when she saw Becky’s hands go in the air, she saw the badge go flying into the air and over Becky’s head backwards. “Oops! You lost something.” she joked.
Becky watched as the badge went flying behind her. She turned around and saw that the badge landed behind the desk. She heard some giggles from the kids, and she felt silly. She then saw Millie looking at her and she smiled. She then went behind the desk and found the badge on the floor. She picked up the badge and started to come back around the desk so that she could show the badge to the students. Then as she walked around, her knee bang hard into the leg of the sturdy wooden desk and intense pain seared through her body. “MUH KNEE!!!!” she screamed as she almost nearly fell forward, knocking over some papers as well.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the kids in the class roared in laughter when they saw Becky banging her knee against the desk and knocking over all the papers.
Becky made it back to the front of the desk and felt that pain still tearing through her body. She felt her eyes starting to water because she hit her knee extremely hard, and she also felt embarrassed. She could see all the kids laughing at her and she felt herself turning red. She also saw Millie picking up papers off the floor and she felt terrible. She then held up the badge and tried to continue with her presentation. “As…..ya…..can see…..this….is…..ow……a badge….ouch…muh knee really hurts..” she said while trying to speak through the pain.
Millie finished picking up the papers and she could see Becky’s eyes watering. She heard the class laughing and she felt bad for Becky. She figured she had better intervened because the class kept laughing. She got in front of the class and raised her hand. “Ok class, that’s enough. I think we should thank Becky for coming in today and speaking with us. Give her a round of applause.” she announced then started to clap her hands.
Becky saw what Millie did and she appreciated it. The pain started to subside a little and she still felt embarrassed. She let her clumsiness come out in front of a class full of kids. They would surely make jokes about her every day in school. She listened as Millie dismissed the class and saw the student filing out of the room. She could hear some kids talking about her and she felt really embarrassed.
“That has to be the clumsiest deputy ever! Hahaha” a kid said.
Millie approached Becky to check on her. She could see she was still in pain and wanted to help her. “Becky, are you ok? You hit your knee pretty hard there.” she asked.
“Yeah, I am ok. Thank ya for askin’. Muh knee will be alright. It hurts, but I will be ok. So, how did I do?” Becky responded. She hoped she did ok besides humiliate herself in front of schoolchildren.
“You did great! The kids loved you. Don’t worry about them laughing at you. They do that to everyone. I am very grateful you stopped by. You are such a nice woman!” Millie told her, then stuck her hand out for a handshake.
“Thank ya. I really appreciate that. Sorry about knockin’ yer papers on the floor. I am really clumsy sometimes.” Becky said, feeling very shy. She shook Millie’s hand, and she did feel good about doing a presentation, even if she humiliated herself right after.
“It is ok. I want you to feel better. I hope the rest of your day is less….painful.” Millie said with a smile.
“Haha I hope so too. I will see ya around town. Have a good day, Millie.” Becky told her, then started to limp out of the classroom and back onto the streets of Plotsville. It was a bright sunny day, and she was looking forward to a little later in the day. She knew Darby was going to have guests coming over. She looked forward to seeing them as well. She liked talking to Cheyenne and Molly and also looked forward to seeing La Diabla. She knew she had to keep her presence a secret and wanted to help Darby protect her. As she limped through the streets, she saw another one of the deputies walking into a home. That got her curious because there were a few neighbors outside, milling around. It made her wonder if something happened.
“Oh, hi Becky! How did the presentation at the school go?” the deputy asked as he saw the apprentice walking by.
“It went well, Scott! The kids liked hearing about us.“ Becky replied. She liked Deputy Scott as he helped her with her paperwork sometimes. He was a brave deputy just like the rest. She wondered why he was at this house and figured she would ask. “Hey, what’s going on? Did something happen inside that house?” she asked.
“Yes, it appeared a crime happened. The woman of the house, Sandra McPherson, said her home was robbed. Apparently, some masked person broke in and tied her up. She said the attacker then stole all her jewels. It was kind of strange. She said she thinks the thief is someone that is very short and wore a mask. Why do I get the crazy ones? Haha” Scott asked in jest.
“Someone broke into her house and stole her jewels? That is terrible. Poor lady.” Becky said with concern. She always felt bad when a citizen of Plotsville had a crime happen against them.
“Yeah, she is pretty shaken up. Here is the really weird part. She said the thief tied her up and tortured her into revealing the location of her valuables. But she doesn’t have any marks on her body. She wasn’t even wincing in pain, so it is not like her fingers or arms were twisted. I think she made up the torture part to try and get us to pay closer attention to the crime that happened. She says she feels humiliated and can’t believe she was tortured. She looks like she is about to cry.” Scott explained.
Becky felt a chill in her body when she heard the deputy talk about the poor woman being tortured. She knew of a torture method that did not leave any marks on the body and wondered if it happened to the woman. She thought maybe the lady was exaggerating, but she figured she could see if her theory was correct. “Do ya mind if I talk to her, while ya search for clues? Maybe I can calm her down.” she offered.
“Be my guest. I think she made it up, but if you can help her, by all means do so.” Scott responded, then walked back to the house to search for any evidence.
Becky followed Scott into the house and her mind was racing. She really hoped Scott was right and the victim was making everything up. She walked up the stairs, while Scott searched the house. She then found the bedroom and saw Sandra McPherson sitting on her bed, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, her feet firmly planted on the floor, and she looked sad. She walked up to her and tried to put on a friendly face. “Hi, Sandra. I wanted to check on ya. I heard ya had a thief break into yer house?” she asked softly.
Sandra looked at Becky and saw the concern on her face. She had her arms folded as though she was hugging herself and she made sure her shoes remained on her feet. She felt embarrassed over the break-in and didn’t want to admit what happened to her out of fear of humiliation. She knew who Becky was and was a little happy to see her. “Hi Becky, thank you for your concern. Yes, a thief broke into my home and attacked me! I think it was a small man. Wasn’t very tall and wore a hooded mask. The man was probably 5 feet tall or so. I think that is how he broke into my home. Probably through a window. It was the strangest thing. He broke in and snuck up behind me. He pushed me onto the bed and then tied my wrists behind my back, and then tied my ankles together. Then…..” she paused for a moment before she finished her sentence.
Becky was getting wrapped up in the story and wanted to know what exactly happened. She could see the emotions on Sandra’s face and knew the poor woman must have been emotionally attacked. She then knelt down and had one knee on the floor. She wanted to be close to eye level with her instead of being “tall” to the victim. That was something Darby taught her that was different than the male deputies. They wanted to make the victim more comfortable and not intimidated by a standing law enforcement officer. “Then what happened? What did the thief do?” she asked.
“Then….I-I can’t say it. It is kinda embarrassing, you know? The thief asked me where my valuables were. I lied Becky, I lied! I said I didn’t have any, but he didn’t believe me. Then….he….he tortured me.” Sandra whispered. She could feel her shame building up and wanted not to give the specific details of what happened to her.
“He tortured ya? That is terrible. How did he torture ya?” Becky asked. She could feel the tension in the room and knew poor Sandra was probably traumatized. If she was tortured the way she was suspecting, then she knew how hard it was to even talk about it.
“I-I can’t tell you. It is embarrassing for me to even think about it. He wouldn’t stop torturing me. I could hear his voice taunting me and making fun of me. He had a girly type of voice too! Becky, I swear I am not making this up. I was tortured and I couldn’t take it anymore. That’s when I had to give up my valuables. I can’t believe my pearl necklace is gone. It has been in my family for generations!” Sandra told her. She started to tremble as she remembered her torture session. She looked at Becky and could see she was concerned, but she felt incredible shame as she knew it was because of her weakness, her precious jewelry was gone.
Becky could hear the emotion in Sandra’s voice, and she felt bad for her. She really hoped she wasn’t tortured the way she was thinking, but it sounded like it. Then she remembered something Sandra said. That made her interested and had to follow up. “Ya said the voice sounded girly? So, the thief was really short, and had a girly voice? Did ya see the hands?” she asked.
“Yes, he had a girly like voice and the hands were small. They were kind of dainty too. This small man knew how to use those hands too! I feel humiliated Becky, I really do!” Sandra said. She was feeling really grateful that Becky was listening to her. Deputy Scott didn’t seem as caring as his tone of voice sounded like he just wanted facts.
“Ya know what I am thinking? I think the thief is not a man, but a woman! Short, dainty hands and a girly voice. Maybe it is a woman who broke in and tortured ya.” Becky told her. The way Sandra was describing her attacker, it seemed more like a woman than a man.
“You think so? A woman? But, but, a woman wouldn’t dare try to torture me! It had to be a man. A cruel, sadistic man!” Sandra responded. She knew what Becky said made sense, but she didn’t want to believe she was overpowered by a smaller woman and forced to reveal the location of her precious jewelry. If it was a man, then she could logically be ok with being in that position.
“Hmmmm…..that is muh theory. Sandra, I know it will be tough, but ya got to tell me how ya were tortured. I have to remember in case it gives a clue!” Becky recommended. She started to feel confident, and she liked mysteries. She had recently read the novel A Study in Scarlet where it introduced the character Sherlock Holmes. She found it fascinating, and she started to think she could not only be a great deputy like Darby, but also a great detective like Sherlock Holmes. She started to get excited because she could possibly solve the mystery of who attacked and robbed Sandra!
“Becky, please don’t make me tell you. It….it is really really really embarrassing. You will think I am weak and probably laugh at me.” Sandra answered. She felt nervous the more she thought about what happened and she feared that Becky might laugh at her and wouldn’t believe her.
“I promise ya, Sandra, I won’t laugh at ya or think yer weak. I just want to help ya and maybe figure out who did this to ya.” Becky told her with empathy in her voice. She then reached her hand forward and held onto Sandra’s hand. She wanted to comfort her and make her feel it was ok to talk to her. She really started to apply the lessons she learned from Darby. The male deputies didn’t know how to handle female victims. They treated them just like the men. But Darby knew how to make female victims feel comfortable. She loved that about her hero and desperately wanted to be just like her.
Sandra felt Becky’s hand holding hers and she saw that empathetic face. She could see her smile with that gap in her two front teeth. She saw those freckles and those friendly eyes. She felt nervous, but then decided she would tell Becky what happened. She took a deep breath and then looked at the apprentice. “Ok, but you have to promise me you will not tell anyone how I was tortured! I am trusting you, Becky Lockhart.” she told her.
“Ya have muh word. I won’t tell anyone. Now, how were ya tortured?” Becky asked. She felt good inside that she managed to get this woman to open up. Now, she had to pay close attention and hope there was a small detail that she could use in the investigation.
“Ok, well, when I was tied up, the thief took off my shoes. He told me that if I didn’t tell him where my jewels were, he was going to make me suffer. I-I had no idea why he took off my shoes. He even tore open my stockings and exposed my bare feet. I was so confused. Then it happened. I felt something on my feet, and it was his fingers! Becky, he was tickling my feet!” Sandra said in a strong whisper. She felt incredibly shy at the moment, and she tried to see how Becky would react to that information.
“He was ticklin’ yer feet? Oh dear….that is not nice.” Becky responded with surprise. Her theory was right, and she also understood just how devastating having feet tickled could be. Now she understood why Sandra didn’t want to tell anyone. It would be completely embarrassing, and no one would believe her. It is why she kept her own torture by the hands of Sabrina Alamain and Babs a secret from everyone except Darby, who suffered the same fate. She knew just how humiliating that experience would be and now she understood the fear that Sandra had.
“Yes! He kept tickling my feet over and over again. I kept hearing that girly voice telling me to start talking or my feet would never stop being tickled. I just kept laughing and laughing. I am REALLY ticklish, Becky. He even threatened to tickle me all over my body. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I told him where my jewels were. I-I am so weak! I can’t believe I let him take my precious jewels just because my feet were tickled. Can you believe it?” Sandra asked after telling her story. She looked down at her shoes and knew her barefeet were exposed inside the shoe because she was still wearing the stockings that were torn at the feet. She looked at Becky’s face and could tell she was shocked.
“That is horrible! I am sorry that happened to ya. Sandra, don’t feel bad about giving up when yer feet were tickled. To be honest, I am really ticklish muhself and that had to be horrible torture. I am glad he didn’t hurt ya. I really do believe it was a woman who did it though. I don’t think a man would try to tickle ya, he might try to do other…..funny…things to ya instead. I don’t think yer weak at all. In fact, I think yer really brave for telling me. As I am a woman of muh word. I won’t tell anyone how ya were tortured.” Becky told her in a consoling voice. Hearing that story made her own feet start to tingle and she felt really bad for Sandra. She even wondered if it could be someone that Sabrina Alamain knew. That outlaw used tickle torture as well against several women in Plotsville, including herself. Sabrina was not captured in Mexico, and she wondered if she had anything to do with this recent attack. Becky then stood up from the floor and looked at Sandra. “Ok Sandra, ya did really good. Thank ya for trustin’ me. Yer secret is safe with me. I will do muh best to find this person and bring her to justice!” she said, as she placed her hands on her hips, trying to do a heroic pose.
Sandra giggled as she watched Becky posing in front of her. Somehow that young woman made her laugh during her terrible moment. She stood up and gave Becky a hug. “Thank you, Becky. I am glad you came by. It is good to know that you are ticklish too. Please, if you can, find my pearl necklace. It has been handed down for generations, going back to the 1600s!” she told her.
“I will do muh best. Now, be careful out there and keep ya eyes open for any suspicious people walking around. The thief could be hiding in plain sight! I might have to find a magnifying glass to help me. I am on the case!” Becky told her. She then shook Sandra’s hand, and then left the room. She wanted to find this thief because if she did, then perhaps that could be the final thing she needed to become a full-fledged deputy. She headed downstairs and saw Deputy Scott looking at her.
“Did she tell you anything else? Was she really tortured, or did she make it up to have us investigate with urgency?” Deputy Scott asked.
Becky remembered she had to keep the tickle torture a secret, but still be helpful to her fellow deputy. She also wanted to help find out who this thief was, so she could return that heirloom to Sandra. “She didn’t tell me anything about the torture that was useful, but she did help! The way she described the suspect, I think we have to look for a woman, not a man. She said the thief had a girly voice and dainty hands. She also said the suspect was short. I think it is a woman!” she told him.
“Hmmmm….that is a possibility. She told me the same description and I thought it was a dwarf. Hahahaha Come on, let’s go back to the station.” Deputy Scott chuckled.
“That sounds like a plan! Oh, I have to go meet Deputy Darby really soon. She went to the train station to pick up some out of state guests. I am looking forward to them being here.” Becky told him. She then walked out of Sandra’s home and started to walk back to the station. She still felt a little pain in her knee, but it was getting better. She was excited about the possibility of solving this case!
AT THE TRAIN STATION
Darby stood on the loading area at the train station. She was anxiously awaiting the next train as her friends were about to arrive. She had been looking forward to this moment all week long. This was the second time meeting the three friends at this station, but this time they were heading back to Plotsville. She was also very nervous because she had to make sure one of the passengers was disguised enough to go unnoticed by the citizens of the town. She also looked forward to spending alone time with her. She had craved her for a long time, and she really wanted to make love to her and just be with her. She told Becky that there would be a time where she needed her to keep Cheyenne and Molly occupied so that she and La Diabla would “catch up”. She knew Becky understood what that meant because her apprentice did catch her and La Diabla having a sexual moment together back in the hotel in Ciudad Del Reina after their victory over Thalia. Becky never really said anything about it, but she made sure her apprentice understood that she had a special connection with La Diabla and to keep it a secret at all costs. The incoming train finally arrived, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. The time was now, and she waited for the passengers to disembark from the train.
La Diabla carefully exited the train, and her eyes looked around. This part of the trip always made her the most nervous. As much as she wanted to see Darby, coming to Plotsville was always a risky proposition. Her tribal disguise seemed to be very effective, but she also tried to avoid contact in the case someone could see her face clearly and recognize it. She then felt Cheyenne and Molly next to her and she could see their smiles. She loved their energy because they had no concerns and could be free to walk around. She also loved how much they were enjoying their vacation. She hoped they would like Plotsville, and then they were going to Mexico to visit Bella. She held her luggage and then led the trio onto the docking platform. Then she saw Darby. Her heart fluttered a little as she saw that warm smile and that white cowboy hat. Much like she did when she came to this station to go to Phoebe’s home, she eagerly awaited a hug from the heroic deputy. She saw Dearby approach, and she smiled. “Good to see you again!” she smiled.
“It is GOOD to see all of you again! I hope you all had a good time at Phoebe’s. You will have to tell me all about it. Welcome Molly, Cheyenne and Qalataqa. Come, let’s go quickly.” Darby told the group. She didn’t want to waste time and increase the chances of La Diabla being spotted. She was confident the tribal disguise was very effective, but she wanted to take no chances at all. She understood that even though Cheyenne and Molly would get a “tour” of Plotsville, La Diabla had to stay in hiding the entire time. The difference was that she was going to spend some time alone with her and that got her really excited. She escorted the group into the carriage and then it started to head towards Plotsville.
Cheyenne sat inside the carriage and looked out the window. She was really excited about this moment. She really liked Darby and now she was going to see her home. She always read articles and a few books about the West frontier, and she wanted to see it up close. California was quite different than these areas, so getting to observe the lifestyles of the people in Plotsville was going to be fascinating. She looked over at Molly who was also looking out the window. She was so happy for her friend. She looked so happy and relaxed. Then she saw La Diabla and could see how nervous she looked. She felt bad for her because she couldn’t be herself. She had to hide and be suspicious about everyone they encountered. Cheyenne always wished that one day, her friend would be free and could just go about the country without fear. She adored her as a person, but most people knew her for her cruel acts. It wasn’t like La Diabla didn’t deserve the reputation, she had earned it, but Cheyenne knew who she really was down deep. “Are you really going to stay inside Darby’s house the whole time?” she asked.
La Diabla looked up and saw Cheyenne’s face. She knew why she asked that question and she nodded her head. “Yes, I have to. Especially with my history in this town. I can’t take any chances at all. I want the both of you to have a good time though. Plotsville has been growing, so you will see fascinating things. I will be ok. You two have fun.” she told them.
“I wish you could come with us. I understand why you can’t. I hope one day you can be free so you can do things with us.” Molly added. After learning the true identity of La Diabla, she understood why the outlaw had to hide. She really appreciated her for even risking her freedom to accompany her and Cheyenne to this part of the country. She also got to see who La Diabla was as a person. She never saw her during her days with El Guapo and was grateful she didn’t. She wanted to keep the good image she had of her and not really explore her past. She could see how the others had a healthy respect for her and also how her presence commanded respect. It was such a fascinating situation with La Diabla. She had this ruthless reputation, but she was also very sweet.
The carriage slowed down and Darby looked around. She had driven the carriage all the way down to her house and saw that no one was around that could see them. She saw some people walking, but they were too far. She knew it was time to get these women inside and then she could go from there. She opened the carriage door and let the trio out. She then quickly escorted them and their luggage to her front doorstep, then got inside. Once she got inside, she closed the door and exhaled. They had made it without no one recognizing La Diabla. She saw her guests and felt happiness inside. “Ok, NOW, I can greet ya! Welcome to Plotsville!” she said, then went around and hugged all three women.
“Wow!! So this is your house? I like it! It is so cute inside. Hey Molly, look at the walls. Look at her decorations. We are in a real-life cowboy home!” Cheyenne said with excitement as she looked at the decorations. The home was modestly decorated, but she was very excited to see it. She walked over to the wall where Darby kept all of her honors she received from the town and her jaw dropped. “These are all yours? You really are the great hero!” she asked.
Darby felt honored when she heard that question. She was always humble about her awards because she felt she was simply doing her job, but it was always good to hear someone congratulate her. “Thank you, Cheyenne. Yes, those are muh awards. I was just doin’ muh job.” she said in a humble voice.
“You are amazing!!! You are a living legend!” Molly said in awe. She gotten to speak with Darby a lot at Phoebe’s mansion, but now that she saw those awards, she understood why so many of the women admired Darby. She was amazed that a woman could be a deputy and also receive all these honors. Her eyes caught one particular award because it stood out, and she wondered why she received it. “Hey, this award right here, what did you get this for? It is really pretty.” she asked.
Darby looked over at the award Molly pointed out and she smiled. She remembered that award and it was one of her favorites because of what it meant. She looked over at La Diabla and Cheyenne and felt love for them. Then she looked back at Molly and smiled. “That award I received from the United States Federal government. I received it for muh work bringing down the sex trafficking ring in Santa Selena. I had gone undercover and eventually helped bring down the crime ring by Priscilla Montenegro and Gloria Wellington. It is the award I truly love because it is not just my award. That award should also belong to the two women here with us. Salem and Cheyenne both deserve that award too. Without their help, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you right now. Thank you both for everything you did in Santa Selena. I….I love you both.” she said, her voice filling with emotion.
La Diabla smiled when she heard those words from Darby. She knew how much that award meant to Darby, and she was truly appreciative that she also received thanks as well as Cheyenne. That adventure truly shaped their lives. It was why they were all standing here at the moment. That adventure was also the reason that Thalia Laskaris went after them. “Thank you, Darby. Your words mean something to me. I will never forget that adventure. It really made us who we are today.” she replied.
Cheyenne felt her heart filling with love. Hearing how Darby thanked her and La Diabla was special. She loved the fact that even though it was Darby that received the award, it was all of their teamwork that was awarded. She went up to Darby and hugged her. La Diabla’s words were correct. That adventure truly shaped their lives. It was out of that situation that their relationships had grown deep, and it was how they were all meeting now. “Thank you, Darby. You are truly an amazing and heroic woman.” she told her.
Darby felt that hug and if there was one thing she really liked about Cheyenne, it was that she always gave the most loving hugs. She smiled as she could feel the love in the room. The hug broke and now she had to play host. She looked around her home and after they stayed in the luxurious Wellington mansion, her home was very different. “Well, I guess you will be muh guests for a few days. I apologize it doesn’t have all the nice things like Phoebe’s house, but I will try to make ya as comfortable as possible. I do apologize that I have only one bedroom. I have some cots for everyone to sleep on inside muh living room. I have some food inside and a bathroom. Wow, I feel really inferior right now. I wish I had a mansion. Hehehe” she joked.
“This is fine. We understand that you’re broke and live in a cave. Hahahaha” La Diabla joked. She knew Darby was probably feeling bad because she had to follow up someone like Phoebe Wellington who was rich, but she was very appreciative and wanted to lighten Darby up. “Oh, I am not sleeping on a cot. You will just have to make room in your bed.” she said with a sly smile.
“Hehehe this is not a cave! I like your home, Darby. We are fine sleeping on cots. We will make the best of it. Thank you for having us.” Cheyenne added. She giggled when she heard La Diabla’s joke, and she wanted to make sure Darby felt ok. She saw the folded-up cots and was excited to sleep on one. “So, what do we do now?” she asked.
“Well, it is midafternoon. How about this? Let me take you down to the Sheriff’s station. That way I can introduce you to muh Sheriff, and also meet up with Becky. She will help guide you through Plotsville as well. Ready to see the first stop on your grand tour of the best town in America?” Darby asked with enthusiasm. She wanted to address those words by La Diabla about sleeping in her bed, but she decided against it unless she wanted Cheyenne and Molly to hear about their sex stories.
“Yes!! I can’t wait to see where you work! I will never forget this trip. I am going to see a real-life Sheriff’s office in Texas!” Molly said with excitement. She really looked forward to this part of the summer trop. She and Cheyenne would try and find newspaper articles about this part of Texas and had discussions on what they might find. She also heard La Diabla’s joke and found it funny. She didn’t want to address it, but she knew what it all meant. She thought it was cute those two were intimate with each other because their “occupations” were so different.
“Ok, let’s go. Salem, will you be ok here by yourself?” Darby asked. She knew there was no way she would go to the Sheriff’s station of all places. Even though Sheriff Dickerson knew of their friendship, she still had to maintain the secret. She thought back to when the good Sheriff even talked to La Diabla herself at the border town in Texas. She was stunned that he even thanked her for everything she did in Santa Selena and Ciudad Del Reina. She was also hopeful that he could find a way to pardon La Diabla and she could be free. For now, she was going to keep La Diabla’s visit a secret. Even though the Sheriff seemed ok with La Diabla, she didn’t want to take any chances at all of her being discovered.
“I will be fine. Enjoy yourselves. I will just sit back and unwind.” La Diabla told the group. She then went into Darby’s bedroom with her belongings to make herself comfortable.
“Ok ladies, let’s go.” Darby said to Cheyenne and Molly. She then escorted them out her front door and made her way to the carriage and then headed off to the Sheriff’s station. As she passed through the residential area, and into the main part of town, she was pointing things out for Cheyenne and Molly to learn about Plotsville. She showed them some of the shops and some of the street vendors selling things. She talked about how small Plotsville was just two years ago and now, it has grown so much. She even told them there was a developer now living in town, who had grand plans to expand Plotsville. Her name was Catherine LaSalle, and she was a very nice woman. There were other more affluent people starting to call Plotsville their home and she had hope for the town’s future. She answered their questions whenever something came up and she felt like a tour guide. Darby even waved at some of the citizens walking around and she laughed when both Molly and Cheyenne made remarks that she was so famous. After spending time going through the town, she arrived at the Sheriff’s station. She got off the carriage and then guided them inside the station. There she saw her fellow deputies working hard and a few were sitting back and having a good time. She then made her way to Sheriff Dickerson’s office and knocked on his door. She saw him wave her in and she opened the door and walked in. “Hi Sheriff! I thought I would stop by and introduce you to some very special guests. Hehe” she told him.
Sheriff Dickerson sat up in his seat and smiled when he saw his favorite deputy enter into his office. He truly admired Darby, and he kept teaching her everything he knew. He hoped when the day comes and he retired, she would become Sheriff. That was his wish, even though the town political leadership would have to make any official decision. His eyes then went over and saw two young ladies next to Darby. One of them was dressed in what appeared to be Native tribal attire and had a very cute face. The other was dressed more plainly and she had thick eyeglasses. They both had smiles, and he was curious about who they were. “Hello Deputy! Always good to see you. Looks like you finished picking up your guests. Who do I have the honor of meeting?” he asked.
“Well, I am very happy to introduce you to someone I care for so much. This young lady is very special, and it is my honor to finally introduce you to her. This is Cheyenne of the Elu tribe in California.” Darby announced. She then looked at Cheyenne who suddenly looked shy.
Sheriff Dickerson had a large smile and then he stood up. He walked out from behind his desk to shake this particular woman’s hand. He towered over her, but he was in awe that he finally got to meet Cheyenne. “So, you are Cheyenne! I must say, I am very, very honored to meet you. You are the one that Darby bragged about so much. She told me how brave and strong you were back in Santa Selena. She told me that if it wasn’t for your help, then the entire mission would have failed. Welcome to Plotsville. I am Bob Dickerson, Sheriff of this town and it truly is wonderful to finally meet you.” he told her, then shook her hand.
Cheyenne’s face turned very red from embarrassment. She felt so shy that this very tall man was saying all those nice things about her. She looked up at his face and saw his smile. She felt his very strong hand shaking hers and she could barely speak because she felt shy. “Thank you. Hehehe It is nice to meet you too. But I didn’t do much in Santa Selena. Darby did most of the work. She is a hero.” she said in a shy voice.
“Yes, she is a hero, but she told me that your help was very much needed. She told me how your leadership and compassion helped the other young women after they were rescued. She told me you were the one who got them out of their cages. Cheyenne, you will always be a hero to me. I am glad I finally got to meet you.” Sheriff Dickerson told her.
Cheyenne covered her face with her hands as she felt incredibly shy and also incredibly honored. Knowing how famous Darby was in this town and all the great thing she did a year ago, she didn’t feel like she should be so honored by this man. “I’m sorry. Hehehe I am so shy right now.” she blushed.
Darby felt this warm glow in her body as she watched Cheyenne’s reaction. She was so proud of Cheyenne and felt like she deserved some recognition for her help during the Santa Selena adventure. Bessie had got an award for her help, but Cheyenne was not recognized. She told everyone what she did, but because she was in California, everybody here in Plotsville could not give her the recognition she deserved. In the back of her mind, she was grateful that La Diabla also got recognized by Sheriff Dickerson, so now their circle was complete. She then turned towards Molly who had this look of pride on her face for her friend. “Sheriff, this is Molly Scofield. She is a friend of Cheyenne from the school they attend. She wanted to come see muh town and I am very happy she is here with us.” she introduced.
Sheriff Dickerson then turned and looked at Molly. She was the shortest of the trio and he was the tallest in the room. He smiled and extended his hand to shake hers. She looked like a really nice person, and he was happy to meet her. “Nice to meet you, Molly. Welcome to Plotsville! I hope you enjoy your stay here. I am happy that Cheyenne is your friend. It must mean that you are a special young lady as well.” he told her.
Molly started to blush when she heard those words. She noticed his hand was large and very strong. She also started to feel shy when she heard those nice words towards her. This entire trip so far has been some of the best times in her young life. Everyone she met was so nice and they treated her great. She was not used to being around nice people who were so nice to her. She prayed this trip was not a dream and she would wake up and be miserable again. “Thank you! It is nice to meet you!” she replied then started to blush.
Darby saw Molly’s reaction and she loved that too. She was happy getting to know Molly better. She knew that young woman was very kind and would be a success in life. It was good to see her happy. She then looked at the Sheriff and smiled. “I wanted to have them meet you. I want to show them around and give them the grand tour. Oh, do you mind if I take tomorrow off? That way I can spend some time with them?” she asked, but also thought of someone else that was in her home.
Sheriff Dickerson looked at the two ladies, then back to Darby. He smiled and put his hand on her left shoulder. “That will be fine. I have enough coverage for now. There have been a few incidents around town, but we can handle it. Have some fun with your two pretty friends and enjoy yourself.” he told her.
“Thank you, Sheriff! I won’t stay away too long. Do you mind if Becky comes with me? She knows them as well, and it would be good for her to be a tour guide as well. Hehe” Darby requested. She wanted Becky to enjoy their company, but also to be with Cheyenne and Molly so she could be with La Diabla.
“That’s fine. In fact, she is in your office right now I believe. Ladies, it was very nice to meet both of you. I hope your stay in Plotsville is very memorable. I hope to see you both again before you leave.” Sheriff Dickerson said, then went back to his desk.
“Let’s go ladies!” Darby said, then guided the two into the hallway and headed towards her office. She did get to introduce them to a few of the deputies and everyone was so nice to them. She made it to her office and saw Becky sitting in there and it looked like she was writing something. “Becky why are you sitting at muh desk?” she asked.
Becky looked up and she saw Darby standing there with both Cheyenne and Molly. She then stood up and immediately saluted Darby. “Hiya Darby! I was just jotting down some notes to leave on yer desk. I am reporting for duty! Do ya need me to do somethin’?” she asked as she stood up straight and her body was stiff as a board.
Darby couldn’t help but laugh as she saw Becky standing so stiff. She always loved Becky’s enthusiasm. “Hahaha well, I do need you to come with me so we can show Cheyenne and Molly around town. If you would like to do that….” she invited.
Becky’s face lit up with a huge smile when she heard those words. She then saw both Molly and Cheyenne enter into the office, and she was very happy to see them. She loved interacting with them at Phoebe’s mansion and now they were here. “Hiya Molly! Hiya Cheyenne! Welcome to Plotsville!” she shouted, then tried coming from behind the desk before hitting her right knee again.
Cheyenne heard that sound and saw Becky wincing in pain. She saw her stumbling around the desk and wondered if she was ok. “Becky! Are you ok? That sounded like it hurt.” she asked with concern in her voice.
“Yeah…..I’m……ok. Just muh knee…….I banged it earlier…..today. I will….be ok.” Becky said as she felt the pain flowing through her body. It was the same knee she hurt earlier and now she felt embarrassed again. “I don’t think I will be……at a desk….the rest of the day.” she said in pain.
Darby saw the pain Becky was in and she felt bad. Becky had grown so much as an apprentice, but her clumsiness still remained. They were working on at least limiting it, but her apprentice just had a knack for being clumsy. “Becky, you have to be careful. Oh, what were you writing?” she asked.
“One sec….just letting the pain in muh knee subside….” Becky said as she lifted her index finger to give the signal she needed a moment. Once the pain subsided, she then walked carefully over to Darby. She looked at her mentor and smiled as best as she could. “I was writing some notes about an incident earlier. A woman named Sandra McPherson was robbed. She said a thief tied her up and forced her to reveal the location of her valuables. I think the thief is a woman! The way she described the person made it seem like it wasn’t a short man, but a woman. So, I wanted to make sure I write down the description. I want to find out who it is!” she said with excitement in her voice.
Darby smiled as she heard the excitement in her voice. She was also concerned that a citizen was tied up and forced to admit where her valuables were. “Ok, good job. You still could have written it at your desk. Hehehehe but is she with a doctor right now?” she asked.
“Why would she see the doctor? She is not hurt.” Becky responded in a surprised voice.
“You told me that the thief tied her up and forced her to admit where her valuables were. Did the thief torture her?” Darby asked.
“Well yeah, she said she was tortured. But she is ok.” Becky responded, remembering she had to keep Sandra’s ticklishness a secret. She then wanted to change the subject. “I think I can catch the thief. I want to find some clues and make the arrest. Hehehe but first, let’s take a walk around town and show our friends how great Plotsville is.” she said with her trademark smile.
“Yes, let’s enjoy ourselves and let Cheyenne and Molly see this great town. Let’s go!” Darby said, then walked out of the Sheriff’s station with her friends. She loved this moment as she got to be with the people she liked and could show off Plotsville. She was happy that Becky was also making this her home. She started to point out some of the buildings to her out-of-town friends and loved how excited they were with each description she did. Then, she came upon Rob’s Bakery and smiled. “Hey ladies, want to get a delicious snack? Rob’s Bakery is the best in town and Gertrude works here!” she asked.
“Yes, I would love to! Gertrude works here? Let’s see if she is here.” Cheyenne said. She was absorbing everything Darby and Becky were saying about Plotsville. She always imagined how Darby lived in her town and now it was a reality. She loved the rustic look and how everyone was dressed. It was different than California and she loved this experience. She walked inside the bakery and could smell the wonderful aroma of bread and other delicious food items. Everything was so new to her. The only town she truly lived in was Ciudad Zopilote, where she was an indentured servant of Priscilla. She would visit the bakeries there and other stores when she wasn’t working in Priscilla’s bar. Now, she was in this town and the atmosphere was amazing. She then looked towards the counter and saw a familiar face. She then waved towards the woman with a huge smile. “Hi Gertrude!” she called out.
Gertrude finished assisting a customer when she heard someone calling her name. She looked up and then she saw the four women standing there. A huge smile came to her face, and she excitedly came from behind the counter to go greet them. She loved interacting with Darby and Becky in town, but now she saw both Cheyenne and Molly. She adored the two of them when she stayed at Phoebe’s mansion. She loved how intelligent and cordial they were. She then went over to them and hugged each of them. “Why what an exciting day! My tired eyes are now so happy to see these beautiful faces! Welcome to Plotsville, Cheyenne and Molly! I am so happy to see you!” she said with excitement.
“It is good to see you too! We will be in town for a few days and wanted to see all the best spots in Plotsville. You work here? This place is amazing!” Cheyenne told her after receiving her hug. She always found Gertrude to be really friendly. She got a chance to chat with her a lot and really enjoyed interacting with her. Now, she was at her place of employment and loved the smile she had.
“Yes, Rob’s Bakery is THE best bakery in town! Here, let me get you some treats. It will be on the house! I am sure Rob wouldn’t mind me treating these wonderful ladies and the best deputies in town!” Gertrude said with excitement. She then went behind the counter to bring out some slices of cake. She put the slices on plates and handed them to her friends.
“Gertrude, ya really didn’t have to do this. Muhself and Darby would have paid ya.” Becky told her. She then reached inside her pocket to find some money. She didn’t want Gertrude to give them special treatment.
“Nonsense, Becky Lockhart! It is my treat! Now, don’t make me smack your hand! Put your money away!” Gertrude said in a friendly way. She then handed the plates to the ladies and felt honored that they came to visit her. “So, what will you show them in Plotsville?” she asked.
“You know, just all around the town. I showed them where I work, now we are seeing you.” Darby smiled. If there was one thing about Gertrude, it was how friendly she was and very welcoming.
“Well before you two leave, you must visit me at my house. We will have a good time there!” Gertrude invited. She loved having visitors and these two young ladies would be great company to her.
Darby looked at Becky, who was looking right back at her. She heard Gertrude’s invitation, and she remembered what happens when someone visits Gertrude’s home. She looked at Cheyenne and Molly and wondered which one would be Gertrude’s target.
“That sounds great!! We would love to visit you at your house! Thank you so much!” Cheyenne responded. She hoped she could see as much as possible and seeing another home would be an amazing addition to her visit.
“Splendid!! I look forward to seeing you both! We will have a laughing good time!” Gertrude told them. She was happy they were going to see her. Then her mind started to think about which one she wanted to tickle on their feet. The thought of that got her excited and she looked at both Cheyenne and Molly and wondered who she would tickle.
Darby heard those words and saw Gertrude looking at the two ladies, and knew she was already plotting to play with their feet. She shook her head and figured it was time to go somewhere else before Cheyenne and Molly caught on to something suspicious about visiting Gertrude’s house. Then she thought about something else. If those two were to visit, then she had to find a way to get La Diabla to visit as well. The thought of Gertrude tickling La Diabla’s feet sounded really exciting and now she wanted them to visit that house. “We will definitely stop by. I am looking forward to it. Ok Gertrude, we will let you get back to work. Thank you for your generosity and we will see you soon.” she told her.
Becky looked at Darby and giggled. She also wondered who Gertrude would tickle between Molly and Cheyenne. Her feet had been victimized at Gertrude’s home and she was curious about who Gertrude would go after. She was surprised that Darby would let them go there, but seeing either one of them laughing would be fun. She left the bakery and now they were walking through the streets of Plotsville once again. Since she was thinking about feet being tickled, she thought about poor Sandra and how she had to find that thief. She then saw the local flower shop and figured that it would be another great place to visit. There was someone who worked there that was a friend, and she figured that Cheyenne and Molly would like to see the pretty flowers. “Hey, do ya both want to see the flower shop? Muh friend is in there and I think it would be good to see.” she offered.
“I would love to see the flower shop! I love pretty flowers!” Molly answered. She always loved flowers and was anxious to see more. Phoebe had plenty of flowers around the mansion and now she could see more in Plotsville. She was feeling very happy at the moment because she had already met some great people and was reunited with Gertrude. She enjoyed chatting with her at the mansion and now she was absorbing everything Plotsville was about. She planned to write her memories in her journal book she took for this trip, and she already filled many pages. She could imagine how much more she would experience before going back home.
“Then let’s go! Hehe” Becky announced. She then led the group out of Rob’s Bakery and headed to the nearby flower shop. She was getting more used to Plotsville and visited many shops. She wanted to become well known around town so when she did become a deputy, the citizens would know she was there for them. That was another lesson she learned from Darby. She watched closely how Darby would interact with the civilians and loved it. That was part of the reason so many of the men respected her even though she was in a field that was male dominated. As she walked, she pointed out a few of her favorite places to visit on the main street in Plotsville. She knew they still had to visit The Thirsty Cowboy as well. Becky then spotted the shop named Tim’s Flowers & Gifts and led the group inside. She loved the smell inside the shop and saw many fresh flowers on display. “Do ya like the shop?” she asked.
“This place is amazing!! I love it! Cheyenne, look at all the pretty flowers!” Molly pointed out. She walked over to a display of flowers and started to smell them and talk about them with her best friend.
Darby saw Molly’s enthusiasm and she loved seeing that. Cheyenne also had some excitement, and she could see how they were gushing over the flowers that were on display. She then turned to Becky and smiled. She leaned closer to her so that she could tell her about one more visitor. “I love how happy they look. They are having such a great time. I also wanted to tell you that there is someone else that is visiting as well. She is inside muh home.” she whispered.
Becky heard the whisper, and she looked at Darby’s face and winked in acknowledgement. She knew exactly who she was speaking of. Since she got to know La Diabla on a personal level, she made it a mission to also keep her identity and location a secret at all times. It was still very weird that a famous outlaw was her friend, but it also taught her that anything can happen in life. “Ok. I understand.” she whispered back.
“Tomorrow, I want you to keep Cheyenne and Molly occupied for a few hours so I can spend some time with her alone. So, I am not giving them the full tour of Plotsville today. Hehehe” Darby whispered to her. She really hoped Becky understood why she was giving Cheyenne and Molly to her.
“Hehehe Ok. I will have fun with those two. They are amazing ladies. Don’t ya worry, I hope ya have fun. Tell her I said hello.” Becky whispered and winked. She then saw one of the workers in the flower shop appear and she smiled. She made friends with workers in the various shops and this woman was one of her favorites to talk to. “There goes muh friend, Julie Monaco! Be right back.” she whispered, then started to make her way to her friend.
Julie Monaco entered into the front of the shop after preparing a batch of flowers in the back. She was 27 years old, with long brown hair, fair complexion, and a sweet smile. She was 5’6” tall with a lean figure. She moved to Plotsville 7 months ago and loved the town. She always loved flowers and working in the flower shop was a dream come true. During her stay in the town, she befriended Becky who would stop by often to see the new bouquets of flowers. She liked her energy and always made her laugh. When she got to the front of the store, she noticed there were people inside and she smiled. She saw Becky heading her way and she smiled. “Becky!!! You’re here! Always good to see you.” she said.
“Julie! It is always a pleasure to see ya! How are ya doing today?” Becky asked in response. She walked up to her and shook her hand. She always enjoyed chatting with her and she felt excited to introduce her new friends.
“I am doing splendid! The weather is not too hot. I figured it would be a real scorcher today, but it is not too bad. So, what brings you by? You want to look at the flowers? You always are welcomed here!” Julie said, then started to group some flowers together on the counter.
“I always like visitin’ ya! Today is a special day! I want ya to meet some of muh friends. They are from out of town. They came all the way from California to spend some time here on vacation.” Becky beamed.
“Well, bring them to me! I love meeting new people!” Julie told her. She looked over and she recognized one person, which was Darby. Then she saw two young ladies headed her way and she thought they were adorable.
“Julie, these are muh new friends, Cheyenne and Molly.” Becky introduced.
“Well look at these two! They are so cute! Hehehe Welcome to Plotsville! My name is Julie Monaco, and it is a pleasure to meet you.” Julie said, then extended her hand to shake theirs.
“Hi! It is nice to meet you too. Becky told us she likes to visit this flower shop because it has the best flowers in town!” Cheyenne responded as she shook Julie’s hand.
“The flowers here are so pretty! I always loved flowers and the ones in here are the best!” Molly responded as she shook Julie’s hand.
“Well, aren’t you both so sweet! Here, take a rose with you. Compliments on the house! Any friend of Becky’s is a friend of mine!” Julie told them. She then handed out a single, long-stemmed red rose to each of them. She then saw Darby and smiled. She didn’t want to say anything to anyone, but she always had a crush on the tall deputy. “Hey Darby! So good to see you again!” she smiled.
“Always good to see you too, Julie. I hope we are not intruding on you. I wanted to show muh friends from California around Plotsville and Becky had us come inside.” Darby responded.
“Thank you for the rose! I love it!” Molly said with an excited voice. She always loved roses, and she was going to cherish this particular rose.
“You are welcome, sweetie! You are both so cute. I hope you enjoy your stay here in Plotsville. It is a growing town and thanks to these two, the town is very safe! Hehe” Julie told them. She really liked Cheyenne and Molly. They both seemed like really nice people to her, and she was happy they visited. She then looked at Becky and smiled. “Look at you! You are making friends everywhere!” she smiled.
“Yeah, they are the best! So, will ya be working late?” Becky asked.
“I will be getting off soon. I worked the morning shift. I can’t wait to get home and just relax. Living by myself really helps with that. Hehe” Julie told her with a small laugh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a woman leave the shop and figured she was just browsing.
“Well, we won’t take up more of ya time. I just wanted muh friends to come inside and see the pretty flowers. Thank ya for giving them the flowers. Ya never give me anything. Hehehe” Becky teased. She then started to walk towards the door with Darby, Cheyenne and Molly and looked back one more time to say goodbye.
“Hehehe you are so funny, Becky. I guess you figured out you are not as special as they are. Hehehe” Julie joked as she saw them walking out of the shop. She always loved the playful back and forth between them. She then started to finish cutting flowers on the counter and looked forward to going home.
Darby was walking through the streets of Plotsville and was having a good time with the three ladies. She figured it was time for them to go back to her home so they could have some food. She also wanted to save some of the tour for the next day, so Becky could keep Cheyenne and Molly occupied for a few hours. She felt a little guilty having Becky watch over them, but she had a desire to spend some time with the woman she loved. She then got to the carriage and looked at Becky. “Thanks, Becky, for helping me out today. I really appreciate you helping me tomorrow as well. I don’t want to leave our other guest all there by herself. Hehe” she joked.
“I understand! Don’t worry, Darby. I will take good care of them. I hope ya have a really good night. I think I will go back to the station for a bit and go over some clues. I really want to find the woman that attacked Sandra McPherson. Poor thing, she was really spooked. I want to solve the case!” Becky told her. She felt confident she could find who the thief was and wanted to get started.
“Hehehe ok. Good luck with that. I will help you when they go onto their visit to Mexico. Right now, I get to pretend to be Phoebe. I hope I am just as good as she was as a host. haha” Darby joked. She then hugged Becky and started to head back home. She wanted to spend some time with all three of her guests for the rest of the day and into the night. She was really excited about the next day because that alone time was very needed. The carriage took off and she felt happy inside.
Becky watched the carriage leave and she smiled. She was so happy for the women at Darby’s house and hoped they enjoyed their stay. Then her mind turned to the case, and she started to focus. She felt terrible for Sandra after learning she was tickle tortured. Being very ticklish herself made her want to find this woman and put an end to her. It could also be her chance to be a hero, and even become Deputy. “Ok, now it is time to work! Hehehe I am gonna solve this crime!” she told herself with confidence.
Julie started to walk home after finally finishing her shift. It had been a long day, but she loved interacting with the customers. Everyone that entered the flower shop always enjoyed being in there. She felt tired and just wanted to go home and relax. She lived alone, so it gave her the chance to just be alone with her thoughts and unwind. She had to work the next day, so she wanted to rest. As she walked through the neighborhood, she could see children running around and waved hello to a few of her neighbors. She liked living in this residential area because it was close enough to the main part of town for her to walk to and from work. She then made it home and walked inside. She could feel the warmth inside and she started to fan herself. She went around and opened a few windows to let some air inside. Julie then got her some water, and then sat down in her favorite chair. “What a day…..whew! I am beat.” she groaned.
Julie sat in her chair and just let time go by. She just focused on relaxing, and she was feeling very comfortable. She glanced through the town newspaper to catch up on all the latest news and even felt herself dozing off a few times. She then sat up from her resting position as she thought she heard a noise. It sounded like it came from her bedroom, and she started to think it was the wind blowing the window shutters. She decided to get up and perhaps secure the shutter because the noise would drive her cray. She started to walk into her bedroom and saw the shutter swinging back and forth. As she went to secure it, she heard a voice!
“Don’t scream or you will die!” a voice called out.
Julie’s heart froze as that voice scared her. There was someone else in her home and she didn’t know how to react. She then felt something poking her in the back and feared it was some kind of weapon. “W-Who are you? I don’t want any trouble…” she said nervously.
“If you obey me, then you will be ok. Now, put your arms behind your back! Do it now!” the voice demanded.
Julie was frightened to her core. An intruder was inside her home and now she had to put her arms behind her back. She did not want any harm to come to her, so she did as she was told. She then felt her wrists being tied behind her back and that frightened her even more. “Why are you tying my hands? What are you going to do to me?” she asked nervously.
“If you do what I say, nothing will happen to you. If you defy me, well, hehehe bad things could happen. Now, stand in front of your bed. Do it now!” the voice commanded.
Julie did as instructed and stood in front of her bed. She had no idea who was behind her and her nerves were really starting to overwhelm her. The sound of the voice sounded like a woman’s voice, which was rather odd. Her brain always assumed any intruders would be a man. Then suddenly, she felt a push in her back, and she landed on her bed, on her belly. Before she could really react, she felt the intruder straddling her. She was really scared at this point because she didn’t know what this intruder wanted. “Please! What do you want? I am scared! Don’t hurt me.” she pleaded.
“I am not going to hurt you. Well, unless you force me to. Now, what I want is very simple. I want your jewelry. Where is it?” the intruder asked.
Julie was stunned when she heard the intruder’s request. It appeared they wanted to rob her. The problem was, she didn’t have any jewelry at home. The only valuables she had were a family heirloom of a set of diamond earrings. They were given to her from her deceased mother as she laid on her death bed. She knew they were worth a lot of money, but it was the sentimental value that meant the most to her. She was close to her mother before she died of a disease. Those earrings were passed down through generations, and she hoped to have a daughter one day, so she could give them to her. In her mind and her heart, that was something she just could not give up. So, she made the decision not to reveal them. “W-What are you talking about? I don’t have any jewelry. Please, just let me go.” she begged.
The intruder simply grinned inside the hooded mask. Dressed in all black clothing, with a dark grey hooded mask, the intruder had snuck inside the window of Julie’s home and waited for her to arrive. The intruder loved sneaking into women’s homes and stealing from them. This was already the 5th victim this week. The intruder liked the fact that because she was a woman herself, with a small stature, she could easily get into these homes and perform her crimes. She had come to Plotsville knowing that the growing town had its fair share of women with valuables. She chose women to steal from because it was more likely men had guns, and she was unarmed. Plus, she had a favorite torture technique that she liked to use on the women, which got them to admit where anything of value was. Now, this victim was already lying to her, which gave her great delight. “I know you’re lying. I know you have something! If I were you, I would just tell me where it is. Or I could make your life miserable.” she threatened.
Julie’s heart froze as she heard that threat. She could feel the intruder on top of her and noticed that it wasn’t much weight on her. She briefly thought that perhaps she could get the woman off of her, but her arms were tied behind her back. Any attempt to knock her off would probably enrage the intruder and bad things could happen to her. She just couldn’t risk it. “Look, I really don’t have anything. I have some money, but that’s it. I am a poor woman! I work in a flower shop. I don’t make much money. Please, please let me go.” she begged.
The intruder simply smiled behind her mask because it appeared she would be able to torture the woman into confessing. Out of her previous four victims, only one of them immediately gave up the location of her valuables. She tortured the woman anyway because that always got her horny and she needed that fix. She then turned her body around and was now straddling Julie’s body and was facing her feet. She reached inside her satchel that she always carried with her and found some more rope. The satchel was also needed to carry any loot she had stolen. “Ok, don’t say you weren’t warned. I will take your money, but I know you have some more valuable stuff somewhere. All you women have jewelry!” she told her.
Julie was still in disbelief that this was happening to her in her own home. She looked to her sides, and she could see the soles of the leather boots of the intruder. She noticed they were smaller feet, probably a size 6 or even a size 5. The intruder was very small it appeared and even though she wasn’t a large woman herself, she knew she was bigger than the woman on top of her. “Please! You don’t have to do this! Just take my money and leave. Wait, why are you tying my ankles! Stop that!” she demanded as she felt her ankles being tied together.
“Shut up will ya! Geez, I am trying to get you ready. You are irritating me. Just be quiet. I will have you talking soon enough.” the intruder responded rudely. She loved whenever her victims were struggling and begging. She used their pathetic pleadings to get herself amped up to play with them. She finished tying a knot around the ankles, which were still inside the leather boots and now she was ready! She then got up off of Julie and stood by the foot of the bed. She then used her strength to flip Julie over onto her back. She looked at the look of fear on Julie’s face and she started to tap her foot. “Now, are you going to tell me where your jewelry is, or do I have to force it out of you?” she asked.
Julie was stunned. She had been flipped onto her back and now she could see the intruder. The intruder appeared to be very short. The black clothing was baggy and loose fitting on the intruder, so she couldn’t see the chest or other distinguishing features for a gender. She saw the dark gray mask with eye holes and still couldn’t tell. She saw the bare hands and they looked dainty. She wondered if this intruder was a woman. If the intruder was a woman, then she started to think she could convince her to let her go and more importantly, probably wouldn’t be physically assaulted. If it was a man, then all bets were off because really bad things could happen to her. “Are you a woman?” she asked.
The intruder grinned when she heard that question. She always wanted to try and make her gender ambiguous because it caused confusion for her victims. She tried to be “man-like” as possible so that law enforcement would never suspect her when she walked the streets. She saw that look on Julie’s face and saw her looking her up and down. She knew she was short; she was only 5 feet tall and very skinny. That gave her the ability to be really sneaky and get inside homes rather easily. She then went over to the window of the bedroom and closed it. She didn’t want the outside world to hear Julie’s mouth when she began her torture. “Does it matter if I am a man or a woman? Either way, I am going to get you to talk!” she told her.
“If you are a woman, then I beg you to let me go. You don’t want to do this. I am sure you can understand how scared I am right now. I think that if you are a woman, you wouldn’t be ok if someone broke into your home and tied you up, right?” Julie asked. She was trying to appeal to the woman’s heart, praying she would give her mercy and leave her alone.
“Or, I could be a man! Would that really make a difference? You say those things, but I could still be a man. Oh, you must have also ignored the fact that women could be ruthless too! You know there are some famous women criminals in this country. But I could also be a man. Hehehe Plus, I have…..THIS!!!” the intruder said, then pulled out a sharp knife from her satchel. She then displayed the blade and waved it around in the air, trying to intimidate Julie.
Julie saw the knife and her heart froze. Now she really didn’t know if she was dealing with a very small man, or even a very small woman. She gulped hard and she prayed that the knife was not going to be used on her. “W-What are you going to do with that knife?” she asked nervously.
“Hehehe this knife scares ya, huh? Well, it should! Now, enough questions for me. I have a question for you. Where are your jewels? Tell me now!” the intruder demanded then placed the knife onto the bed, right next to Julie’s right leg.
“I am telling you! I do not have any jewelry! All I have is the money in my purse. That’s it! You can have it! Just don’t hurt me!” Julie screamed back. She also noticed the intruder shut her window and that was probably because she would end up screaming. Her fear grew even more when she saw the intruder get onto the bed and was now moving her body over her legs. The way the intruder was moving on the bed, it was like a predator stalking its prey and ready to pounce. Now, the intruder was sitting on her thighs, effectively pinning her legs down. She looked at the hooded face and wondered what was going to happen next. She also realized that the intruder could pick up that knife and put it right into her exposed stomach. Her arms were still tied behind her back, and she was totally vulnerable.
“Awww….you look so scared. Hehehe I like that! Now, tell me…..where….your….jewels……are.” the intruder teased as she took the left index finger and slowly stroked it over the shirt on Julie’s stomach. She could feel her flinching with each word punctuated by her finger strokes, and she felt a thrill deep inside her body. She then stopped the stroking and then reached for the edges of the shirt bottom and slowly started to pull the shirt up and exposed the naked stomach of Julie.
Julie felt those finger strokes on her stomach as the intruder was speaking. She was very scared at the moment, but for some reason, those finger strokes tickled her. She was always a very ticklish woman, but didn’t know she could be ticklish at a time like this. She held her breath because she did not want to burst into laughter. That would be embarrassing for her. She really hoped this diminutive woman didn’t notice her flinching. The last thing she wanted to do was humiliate herself by laughing at this dangerous moment. Then she felt her shirt pulled up and now, her stomach was exposed. She had no idea why her belly was being revealed and she felt some panic in her body. “W-What are you doing to my shirt?” she asked nervously.
“Just getting you ready….hehehehe Say, I can see how much you are trembling. Are you scared? I am not touching your stomach with my knife. Just my finger. What harm could my finger bring to you?” the intruder asked with delight in her voice. Her happiness increased because she recognized ticklish tremors in all of her victims. That got her nipples to stiffen, and she would be able to enjoy torturing poor Julie. She lifted the shirt until it was just under the breasts, and she stared at the pale skin. The stomach was a bit flabby, but still very lean. She could feel her own adrenaline spiking because she really wanted to tickle that stomach, but she had a job to do first. She had to torment Julie’s mind. “Say, what is your name anyway?” she asked.
Julie froze as she heard that she was “getting ready” for something. The fact her bare stomach was exposed really frightened her. Then she heard that question and she was surprised. The intruder seemed to be making this moment personal. She figured she might as well comply to keep this person satisfied. “M-My name is Julie. Please, don’t hurt my stomach.” she pleaded.
“Julie? Julie……I like that name. Very pretty. Ok Julie, this is your last chance. Tell me where your valuables are, or very bad things will happen to your stomach. Hehehe” the intruder threatened. She then interlocked her fingers and cracked her knuckles. It was time to play with Julie and get her screaming.
Julie’s jaw dropped when she heard that threat and witnessed the knuckle cracking. When she heard very bad things could happen to her stomach, she went into full panic mode. She thought about just revealing where those diamond earrings were, but then an image of her mother popped into her head. She remembered when she was handed those earrings. Her mother was very weak but summoned enough strength to give them to her. She passed away an hour later. Those earrings meant a lot to her and now she had to keep their location a secret. “Listen to me! I don’t have any jewelry! Do I look like I have any? I don’t have any on me now! No earrings, no necklaces, no rings, NOTHING!!! Please, please don’t do anything to me! I am begging you! You have to believe me!” she pleaded.
“I don’t believe you! I know all the women in Plotsville have jewelry! So, I guess I have to do things to your body to get you to tell me. You have one…….last……chance. hehehehe” the intruder laughed evilly. She always looked forward to these moments because she loved the look of terror in her victim’s eyes.
Julie swallowed hard and felt her heart beating out of her chest. This small person on top of her was threatening her and she felt fear for her life. She then saw the intruder’s hands starting to move to her stomach area. On the one hand she felt a little relieved because there was no weapon in those hands, but she also feared what was going to happen. Was this person going to hurt her in some way? Her eyes then went very large when she saw the fingers starting to wiggle. “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?!” she asked in a panic.
The intruder placed the tips of her fingers on the stomach and felt that warm flesh. She also felt how soft it was, and she grinned. She also felt the muscles twitching and she knew those were ticklish tremors. She left her fingers in place and didn’t move them. She wanted to start the psychological terror before she did physical torture. “Hehehehe you will tell me what I want to know. Whether you want to or not!” she threatened.
Julie held her breath as she felt those fingertips on her stomach. She couldn’t take her eyes off those fingers and wondered what this person was going to do next. She still recognized that this person was very small in stature, and she could probably roll over and knock them off of her. But with her arms behind her back and her legs tied, doing that would probably enrage her attacker and she didn’t want to get hurt. Then she felt a slight wiggle with the fingers and a major surge of ticklish energy flow through her body. Like earlier, she did not want to laugh in front of this person because it would be embarrassing to laugh at a tense moment like this. She felt the fingers move very slightly again and now she started to form a grin. She was in disbelief that she could be feeling ticklish right now. “Nooo!! Don’t laugh!! Don’t laugh!” she told herself as her head rested back on the bed and she stared at the ceiling.
The intruder saw that reaction and it was time to have some fun with her victim. She knew once her victim realized what was going to happen, she would probably talk soon enough. This was one of her favorite parts of torture. That first moment when the victim realized what was going to happen to them. She could see that ticklish smile forming and Julie’s eyes were shut tight. “What’s the matter with you? Why are you smiling?” she asked.
Julie heard the questions, and she was afraid to open her mouth. The fingers were not moving much, but they kept twitching a few times and the ticklish sensations only grew. She felt her body temperature rising as she resisted the feeling of laughing. She focused on not laughing and didn’t answer the questions.
“Not answering me, huh? Hmmmm….I am asking you a serious question and you seem like you want to laugh! Is that it? You are not afraid of me? You think I am a joke? This is not the time to laugh!” the intruder teased. She grinned behind her mask because now she was going to have lots of fun with Julie’s belly. The set up was perfect and now it was time. “Oh wait….. is the reason why you want to laugh is because……you’re ticklish?” she asked.
Julie’s eyes popped wide open, and she lifted her head to look at the person straddling her. She heard that question and now fear tore right through her body. Could it be possible that this attacker was going to tickle her? She was in disbelief because that sounded ludicrous, but the way the fingers were twitching and now that question was asked, fear really started to build because she knew how desperately ticklish she was. She remembered when boyfriends would tickle her, or even some of her girlfriends. She would easily fall apart when tickled and now it was a distinct possibility it could happen right now. She only had one option left after hearing that question. She had to lie. “N-N-Nooooooo….I’m……not. Please….don’t…….hurt me.” she said in a strained voice, desperate to not laugh.
“Hehehe I think you’re lying to me. You ARE ticklish! Watch!” the intruder said with glee. She then started to wriggle her fingertips into the flesh and felt the stomach tense up and saw that look of panic in Julie’s eyes.
NOOOOO WHAT ARE YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I MEAN IT!!! STOP THAT!!!” Julie roared as she felt those dainty fingers pressing and wriggling into her hyper ticklish stomach. Her mind could not believe this was happening and her laughter got even stronger.
“Hehehehe liar. See? You are ticklish. I think I am going to tickle you until you lose your mind.” the intruder taunted, then started to wriggle her fingers a little harder into the flesh. She could feel those muscles jiggling under her and even felt Julie’s body writhing around. Julie was a half foot taller than her and weighed much more, but she felt like she was in complete control of her. She felt the body squirming around and she had to press her own weight onto the legs and keep her ankles on the bed as a strong base. She saw Julie’s head flopping around and the torso was moving wildly. A streak of lust flowed through her because she truly loved ticklish women.
Julie continued to laugh hysterically and move her body around as she felt those fingers tormenting her very responsive stomach area. She was just as surprised as she was laughing that this was even happening. Someone broke into her home, tied her up and demanded to know where her jewels were, and now they were tickling her. She couldn’t see the person’s face, but she could tell they were enjoying themselves. She slammed her head back onto the bed and her laughter kept coming out. She couldn’t even stop laughing because those fingers did their damage to her ticklish belly. Then the tickling stopped, and she started to breathe again. She even felt a tightness in her stomach muscles as though she did some sit-ups. “Oh my goodness!!! Please…please don’t do that anymore.” she wheezed.
“Oh yes, you are very ticklish. I like that! Now Julie, if you want me to stop then I suggest you tell me where your jewelry is. Or do I have to…….tickle it out of you?” the intruder asked then started to wiggle her fingers in the air to intimidate poor Julie.
Julie heard that threat and now she really started to panic. That tickle attack was not just something the intruder did just for fun. She was going to use her ticklishness to reveal the location of those precious earrings. This blew her mind away because she had no idea how she would fight this. She couldn’t stop being a ticklish person, and now the threat of torture was presented. She looked at the masked person and she shuddered. “No please…you can’t tickle me!!! I told you; I don’t have any jewelry here. I am only a florist. I don’t have anything.” she begged.
“We both know you are lying. Hehehehe You remind me of my last victim. She begged for me not to tickle her and she had no jewelry. Guess what? After I tickled her for an hour, she told me everything. So, unless you want the same fate, I suggest you start talking.” the intruder said with confidence. She knew Julie would probably lie again and she really looked forward to torturing her. She already loved the sound of her laughter and wanted to hear more of it as she explored her ticklish body until she got what she wanted.
Julie was stunned when she heard those words. The intruder had done this before? She actually tickled some other woman into revealing the location of her jewelry? Now she was the next victim? This really tormented her mind because there were others who suffered. Now, it was her turn. “Wait….you tortured….someone else?” she panted.
“Oh yes! You are my next victim. It appears that all of you women in Plotsville have such a beautiful weakness! Now, back to you. Where is your jewelry?” the intruder asked, ready to start tickling that helpless stomach once again.
“Wait!!! You really tickled other women in town for their jewelry? You tickled your last victim for an hour?” Julie asked with great fear in her voice. It appeared this attacker was a “serial tickler” and that really got her scared.
“Hehehehe yes! She tried her best when I was tickling her, but let’s just say her feet couldn’t handle it. Now, if you want the same fate as her, then keep lying to me. I wonder where your most ticklish spot is. Is it your cute tummy? Or is it your underarms? How about your knees? Or maybe it is your……feet! I really do love ticklish feet! Do you have ticklish feet?” the intruder asked. She was really starting to enjoy herself because now that she threatened more tickle torture, Julie was going to crack soon enough.
Julie’s jaw dropped when she heard about all those ticklish areas. The fact some other woman revealed the location of her valuables when her feet were tickled, shook her to her core. Those areas the intruder mentioned were all very ticklish areas on her body, especially the soles of her feet. Now she started to consider just revealing the location of those earrings, but her heart just wouldn’t let her do it. She was now at a crossroads. Give up her dying mother’s gift to her or suffer for a long time. She shook her head in disbelief. “Y-You can’t be serious! You can’t tickle me! That is pure torture!! Get off of MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THAT!!!!! STOP! STOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPP!!!!” she screamed as the fingers once again started to press into her stomach.
“Hehehehe don’t tell me what to do! If I want to tickle you, I am going to tickle you! Now, TELL ME WHERE THE JEWELRY IS!!! Tickle, tickle, tickle!!” the intruder demanded as she wiggled her fingers right into the area above the navel and close to the ribs. She felt Julie’s body thrashing again and she balanced herself to avoid falling off. She saw how Julie’s face was turning pink and knew the tickling was already wearing her down. She always had mixed feelings about tickling someone. She wanted her victims to reveal their valuables and would stop tickling them once they did. But she really loved the tickling part. She really loved hearing their panicked laughter and feeling their delicate skin. She started to wonder even if Julie told her, she should just keep tickling her anyway. She had even recently thought about tickling a woman’s private areas. That was something she hadn’t done to this point, but she would go back to her hiding place and masturbate herself when she thought about tickling her victims. She wondered what it would be like to tickle a woman’s breasts or between her legs. Her victims usually gave up all the information once their most ticklish spot was tormented. Now, she wondered if she should start tickling more intimate areas. The intruder thought she hoped one day she would try it, just to see what it was like. Her eyes looked at Julie once again and she saw that ticklish panic all over her face. It was now time to press the matter and force her to submit. “TELL ME!!! TELL ME NOW!!!! Kitchy, kitchy, koo!!!” she taunted.
Julie heard that angry demand and she felt the fingers tickling her stomach. It was still unbelievable this was happening. The ticklish tremors were flowing through her body, and she couldn’t help but squirm around. She knew the longer she was tickled, the worse it would get. She decided she had to at least get this person off of her and then try something to get free. She then rolled her body as hard as she could to her right, trying to flip that smaller person off of her. Once she got to her right side and her body was nearly front first on the mattress, she felt the attacker coming off her legs. That gave her hope and the tickling had stopped. Then she squealed loudly when she felt something grabbing her left side and squeezing that sent her into a ticklish frenzy and she ended up back on her back again. The hand released from her left side, and she stared at the hooded person and saw them crossing their arms. She tried to stop giggling, but the ticklish tremors continued.
“You are a naughty girl, Julie. You are trying to escape from me?” the intruder asked. She felt Julie nearly flipping over and she had to regain her advantage. She wanted to play with Julie’s stomach area and had to keep her from flipping over onto her stomach. She also knew that Julie must have been very sensitive on her stomach to try and flip over like that. She folded her arms and stared at her like she was a petulant child.
“Hehehe you have to stop trying to tickle me. Why do you have to tickle? It is torture!” Julie asked as she tried to catch her breath. She could still feel those ticklish tingles and she had to come up with a plan to be set free.
“Why do I tickle? It is FUN! I love seeing someone as pretty as you laughing and squirming. It is also the best torture! Look at how desperate you are! You would do anything to get me to not tickle you, right? Or should I just use a knife and stab you instead?” the intruder asked. She wanted to put fear into Julie and get her to be more sensitive.
Julie gasped when she heard that response. This person took great delight in torturing her and other women. The thought of the tickling continuing horrified her, but she also heard that threat about the knife. That seemed like a horrible alternative compared to being tickled. That started to weigh on her emotions because this person was willing to truly do something horrible to her body to get the location of her precious earrings. “Please…..don’t torture me. I don’t like being tickled. I don’t want to be hurt. What do I have to do to convince you that I have no jewelry? I have some money, and you can have it! Please, just don’t torture me anymore.” she whined.
“Hehehe I know you are lying! Now, where were we?” the intruder asked then started to wiggle her fingers again. She saw Julie’s body squirming again and she heard those pre-ticklish giggles starting the closer her fingers got to the rib area. She figured it was time to test the ribs and see how responsive they would be. “Do you have ticklish ribbies? I bet that is a nice spot on you!” she threatened.
“NO!!! DON’T TOUCH ME!!! GET HEHEHEHE AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Julie exploded in laughter as she felt the fingers now stroking across the ribs. They weren’t pressing into the ribs, but they were effective, nonetheless. She started to squirm violently, and her head was pressed into her mattress. She shut her eyes and just let her laughter pour out. The fingers were so dainty that it truly surprised her how effective they were in tickling her. She then opened her eyes and stared at that mask. She wanted to make eye contact with this attacker and show them just how much she hated being tortured. How much she wanted to be set free. She wished she could see the attacker’s face. She wanted to know if they were that sadistic about seeing her suffer. The more she looked at this attacker’s stature the more she started to believe this was a woman attacking her. Julie started to think she could appeal to a woman’s sense of compassion and if she could get her to stop this madness. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!! YOU GOT TO HAVE MERCY!!!!” she screamed.
The intruder kept stroking her fingers all over that ribcage area. Her fingertips would move from the right side to the left side, then up and down that side, before going to the other side. She heard the desperation in Julie’s voice, and she felt a thrill flowing through her. She just had to maintain focus and keep tickling this woman, and she would eventually break. They all broke eventually. Her last victim couldn’t stand having her feet tickled and told her everything. Now, she was determined to make Julie that next victim break and give her what she wanted. She then looked down at her hands and saw her fingers merrily dancing over that very sensitive area. She saw her fingernails and delighted in keeping them trimmed. She didn’t want to reveal her gender easily because it would be difficult for law enforcement to locate her if they didn’t know who she was or what gender she was. Even though she was short in stature, she also had very small breasts, a size A, and she was really skinny. She could pass for a boy in certain moments because inside her hood, she also cropped her hair short. She didn’t wear any kind of makeup or cosmetics as well. She liked to wear pants and shirts to keep us any ruse she wanted. She knew her voice could be a giveaway, but she tried to not make it sound to girly-like. This was her advantage. She then paused her tickling in order to torment Julie’s mind once again. It wasn’t time to go all in and give the hardcore tickling attack just yet. “Hehehe you are delightfully ticklish. I think I really could tickle you all night.” she said with a smile.
Julie took in air as the tickling finally stopped. Those little fingers were very talented at finding all of her ticklish spots on her ribs. She was amazed by how effective this person was. She also had never been tickled for this long before. If she was tickled, it was usually very playful with friends or with lovers, and only lasted a few minutes at the most in a fun tickle fight. This was far different, and she started to panic inside. The attacker had no intention of stopping anytime soon. She had to beg and plead for mercy because she truly did not know how much longer she could hold out. “Please…..stop….you have to stop……this is torture…..please stop tickling me…..” she panted.
“I hope you realize that you are in control of whether you are being tickled or not. You tell me where the jewelry is, then I stop tickling. It really is as simple as that.” the intruder told her. She then folded her arms again and sat on those legs. She could see Julie’s face starting to glisten with sweat and that was a good sign of her wearing down. She could see her breathing heavily and knew her lungs had to be burning. It was just a matter of time before this victim broke. She wondered if a victim was telling the truth about not having jewelry, but she knew that every woman she attacked had something. Even if it was a cheap ring, they had something.
Julie groaned when she heard that response. She knew the intruder made a good point. She was in fact in control whether she got tickled or not. But the value of those earrings to her made her want to try and fight this as long as she could. The only fear she had was that she was going to break and that would emotionally devastate her. “Listen…..you’re a woman, right? You know not all of us have jewelry. Even if we did, why would you want to take that? Isn’t money better?” she asked.
“What makes you think I am a woman? Hehehe Besides, why would I not take jewelry? It can be MORE valuable than money. You are not Rockefeller or Carnegie, right? So, you do not have more money than that value of jewels. So, Julie. Do I have to keep tickling you to get what I want? Or will you just tell me and then I can leave you alone? There are other spots on your body I would love to explore…..” the intruder threatened. She could hear that fear in the voice and just from the question posed, she knew Julie did have jewelry. She was given a hypothetical and being told to concentrate on money instead. Whenever a victim had tried to divert her motives away from jewelry and something else, it meant that whatever jewels they had, it must have had either a high market value, or sentimental value. That made her even more determined to torture Julie into revealing the location of the jewelry.
“Please, if you are a woman, you have to find it in your heart to stop torturing me and wanting to steal from me. Please….this is torture and very….embarrassing.” Julie pleaded. She started to feel nervous again because this person was not sounding like they were changing their mind. She then saw the arms unfolding and those small hands were in the air and coming towards her again. She saw those fingers wiggling. They got closer and now she was squirming and feeling her body tensing up again. “Hehehehe nooooooo!!! Get away from meeeeee!!!!” she begged.
The intruder continued to wiggle her fingers closer to the rib area again and loved hearing that desperate pleading. She saw the body twitching nervously and now it was time to strike. It was time to send a stronger message that this torture would not end until she got what she wanted. She then planted her fingertips into the ribcage and this time, she pressed into them. “TELL ME!!!! hehehehe” she demanded then wriggled her fingers into the crevices.
Julie exploded in ticklish laughter as she felt those fingers now digging into her ribcage. The sheer intensity rocked her, and this was far different than the stroking she received moments ago. Her ribs were always a ticklish weakness and now those surprisingly strong fingers really sent hellacious ticklish shockwaves into her body. She shut her eyes and just laughed. She laughed very hard, and her body was violently twitching. She opened her eyes barely and all she could see was that hood. It appeared to be made of burlap, and she could not see any facial features. She thought she could see the eyes, but she just couldn’t be too sure. She wondered if the attacker had a look of true happiness in watching her suffer. She then felt fear growing inside her because her body stopped thrashing as much and started to surrender. That frightened her because it meant she was growing weak. It meant that the tickling would be worse, and she might have to reveal the location of those earrings, or she might go insane just from laughing. She tried one last time to beg for mercy, but her laughter was too strong, and she couldn’t get the words out.
“Julie is SO ticklish! Hehehee I like your ribs! This is a lot of fun! You are just laughing and laughing and laughing with nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. I don’t think I am going to ask you where your jewelry is right now. I think I just want to……..TICKLE YOU!!! Hahahahaha” the intruder taunted as she continued to dig her fingers into the ribs. She moved her fingers up and down each cage, finding those crevices with the bones. Every time she found a new groove, the laughter got stronger. She also felt Julie’s body was starting to go limp and that was what she wanted to happen. It meant that all that resistance earlier was going to end soon, and she would have full control. This moment was important because now her victim would be more susceptible to giving in. She just had to keep at it, and then eventually Julie would break. “I am never going to stop….never going to stop…never going to stop.” she said in a monotone voice.
Julie felt the fingers continuing to press into her very delicate ribs. She heard that voice saying over and over again that it would never stop. The strength of the ticklish sensations really started to get to her, and she just felt those waves. She tried her best to focus on anything else to distract her from those sensations. But it was no use. The ticklish waves just kept going. Her body started to go limp and now she was worried about fainting as her head was getting lighter. She then slipped into silent laughter and her face turned red.
The intruder smiled as she saw how Julie was reacting. She really loved that look of ticklish anguish on the face and absolutely loved it when she forced a victim into silent laughter. That was when a victim would start to break down and panic. This was the moment they started to get desperate. She then stopped tickling Julie, so that she could regain her breath and truly think about how much torture this really was. She then folded her arms and waited for her to recover so she could ask her the location of the jewels again.
Julie continued to feel the ticklish tremors in her body even though the actual contact had stopped. She started to regain her voice, and she just kept giggling. The sensations were so overwhelming to her, and she kept giggling as she tried to catch her breath. She shook her head side to side slowly, as air started to come back to her. She even felt a bead of sweat rolling down from her forehead. She then started to slow down on her giggles and her lungs were filling with air. She then looked at the thief sitting on her and the arms were folded as though she was waiting for her. She thought she could take this time to try and recover, but also try and figure a way out of this mess. She thought about screaming, but with the window closed and she was getting tired, she didn’t know if any neighbors would hear her. Julie would hear couples arguing sometimes, but windows were opened. When she closed them, she could hear muffled yells, but nothing to decipher, which meant any screams she did would only say kind of muffled. That thought then made her react with fear. This woman could literally torture her all night and no one would come save her. A wave of sadness started to wash over her, and she tried to hold those emotions back. No matter what, she had to withstand the torture and prevent those earrings from being stolen. She looked at her attacker with her eyes barely opening and did what came natural at this moment. She had to beg her. “Please…..no more……no more….I can’t take it. Please stop torturing me.” she wheezed.
“Hehehe I love how you beg me, Julie. But it is not up to me to stop torturing you. It is YOU that has to stop torturing you. You are in control of this, not me. I am simply like a machine, tickling you all over. The only way to stop the machine is to say the magic sentence. That sentence is you telling the machine where your precious jewels are. If you do, all of this stops. You will be free! Think about it! No more tickling! No more suffering! No more anguish for your pretty body! You can sleep and just enjoy the night. You will sleep like a baby! Just tell me where they are…..” the thief told her. She could see that desperation and hoped it worked. Her eyes then looked at the belly button and licked her lips inside her hooded mask thinking about what she was going to do to her next target.
Julie sighed in frustration because this attacker just would not stop trying to tickle her. This person did not seem to care if she suffered and that was what made everything so much worse. She tried to move her body a little, but she didn’t move much as her body was starting to be so exhausted. “Please….you don’t understand how bad this is for me. I am too ticklish. This is cruel! Why would you do this to me? What if someone tickled you like this? Wouldn’t you hate it and want it to stop?” she asked.
The intruder had a smirk as she thought about what Julie was asking her. She loved how tired she was getting because her attempt at moving her body was weak. She thought about the questions, and she couldn’t help but smile. That was the first time someone asked about her own response to being tickled. Being honest with herself, she did like being tickled to a degree. It was something fun to do with her lovers, whether it was male or female. She really liked when she tickled women, or they tickled her, but there were times she was punished. She was part of a criminal ring, and her boss would sometimes tickle her for entertainment. She was tortured once, but that was because she messed something up for her boss once. Otherwise, she was tickled playfully and the other women in her group loved using it on each other, but most often, helpless women they encountered. Her role in this group was to steal from people and she loved it because she was good at it. She then looked at poor Julie and wanted to tease her a little before she tortured her again. “Hehehe you want to know what would happen if I was tied up like you were and someone tried to tickle me?” she asked playfully.
“Yes…..how would you like it? Being tickled like this is torture for me. Wouldn’t it be torture for you?” Julie asked. She continued to try and recover and if she could somehow stop this attacker from tickling her, she could come up with some kind of escape.
“Hehehe hmmmm….good question. It would help if I was ticklish, but I do know this. If I were you right now, and I was SO ticklish and it was torture. I would simply give up what my tickler would want and get it over with. Because if you were tickling me, like my bellybutton, I would surely tell my attacker everything she wanted. I wouldn’t want to be tortured…..” the thief told her. She liked how Julie was stalling her pending torment, but also was delighted in answering that question because she trapped Julie into realizing how bad her torture would be if she didn’t reveal the location of the jewels.
Julie groaned as she heard that response. She realized she walked right into that response and now she was fearful of the torture resuming. She then saw the arms unfolding and now the hands were going back to her belly. She watched in horror as they got dangerously close to her navel and panic set it. Her navel was always sensitive, and she tried to imagine just how bad this was going to be. Her emotions started to go into a flurry, and she shut her eyes tight and braced herself. “No No no no no no NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed as the fingers invaded her belly button.
“Hahahah tickle tickle tickle tickle!!!! Come on, Julie! Tell me! Tell me where those jewels are! Tell me now or I will NEVER STOP TICKLING YOU!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the thief laughed maniacally as her fingers attacked the very sensitive navel. She used her fingertips to stroke the outside edges of the navel first. She could feel Julie’s body starting to writhe around again, which meant she got a really good spot on her. She then moved her fingertips to go inside that belly button, each finger taking a turn to tickle that spot. She wanted to press the issue and force Julie to start talking. She also had a desire to see her resist because there was another spot on Julie’s body she hoped to play with and it was her favorite spot to play with on a woman. Her feet.
Julie felt those fingers dancing, poking and tickling inside her belly button and it drove her wild. The previous tickle attacks wore her down so any tickling now would be horrendously worse. She just laughed harder and harder as her belly button was devastatingly responsive. She felt her body temperature rising to an uncomfortable level and for this first time during this attack, she seriously considered just revealing the location of the earrings. Her body was breaking down from the prolonged tickling and now her own mental, emotional and physical state was suffering. She felt herself slipping into that desperation mode and she felt that urge to give up getting stronger and stronger. She thought about her dying mother’s gift, and that was the only thing preventing her from giving up the location. However, her mind also thought that her dying was not worth keeping those earrings. She looked at the attacker again and tried one more time to get her to stop tickling her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU HAHAHAHAH GOT TO STOP HAHAHAAH TICKLING ME!!! HAHAHAHA I DON’T HAVE HAHAHAHA OH GOD!!!! ANY JEWELRY!!!!” she said in sheer desperation.
The thief paused her tickling for a moment as she heard that desperate pleading. She knew Julie was losing it. She knew it was just a matter of time before her victim break. There was no way Julie would survive her tickle attack. She watched with great joy knowing that she was breaking this woman down. She then put her finger inside the navel and prepared to drive her wild one more time to get her to the edge of insanity. “Julie!!! TELL ME!! TELL ME NOW!!!!” she threatened.
Julie started to get even more emotional during the tickling pause. This was getting to be overwhelming to her, and she didn’t know what to do at this moment. Now the urge to just give in was gaining strength and then she felt that finger inside her navel. The simple touch sent an incredible amount of ticklish sensations in her body and she knew she was about to crack. “hehehe please….don’t….I am begging you….” she whined.
The thief then started to swirl her finger around inside the navel and she loved how Julie did a sit up in response! That really got her excited because she hit a very ticklish spot, and it was time to set her up for the final torture. “That’s right Julie, nothing but tickles for you! You don’t want to tell me the truth and give me your jewels!!! I am really going to tickle you until you die…..” she said in a menacing voice.
Julie sat up in a physical response to the finger swirling inside her navel and then she slammed back down to the mattress. That finger was like a lightning bolt striking her because the intense tickling sensations tore right through her body like a hot knife through butter. She couldn’t stand that sensation, and she was laughing very hard. She had never laughed this hard or this long ever in her short life span. She tried to pull her arms out of their rope bondage, but they were tied tightly. She felt so vulnerable because she could not protect her stomach. She was on the absolute edge of just giving in when the tickling stopped! A huge wave of relief washed over her, and she started to cough a little because her mouth had gone dry and she tried to swallow. The coughing got stronger, and she felt her face being red. As her cough slowed down, she felt her body surrendering. There was no way she could take any more of this attack. She didn’t even know how long she was tickled, but even if it was minutes, she was already done. She looked at the attacker who once again had her arms folded and looked over at her like a strong bully. “No more…..no more….please….I-I can’t take this anymore…..” she whined.
“I know you can’t! At least I am enjoying myself! Julie, you are such a naughty girl. You have been lying to me this entire time. I have tickled you and you still won’t just give me the jewels! Now, you leave me no choice. I know you were probably hoping to avoid this, but I also hoped it would happen. Since you won’t tell me where the jewels are, I will have to make your soul tell me. I think it is time I tickle those feet of yours…..” the thief threatened. She felt a surge in her body because she loved women’s ticklish feet, and she already knew Julie’s were going to be really ticklish.
Julie felt grateful that the tickling stopped for a moment because she was on the verge of losing her will and surrendering herself to this attacker. She tried to get as much air into her lungs and calm her body. She could feel her heart beating very fast and her body temperature was very high. She could hear her tormentor telling her to give up the location of the jewels and how she was a liar. Then she felt her heart sinking when she heard the next target of this intruder’s intentions. It was perhaps the worst place possible. Her feet. Her really ticklish feet. She looked up at her masked attacker and now it was really time to beg. Her body was already tired and if her feet were tickled, she would surely cave in and lose those cherished earrings. Now her emotions were overflowing, and it was true desperation time. “No! Please! You can’t! You can’t’ do that to me! I swear! I don’t have any jewelry! How come you don’t believe me?” she begged.
“Because, like I have said already many times, I KNOW you women of Plotsville have jewelry. This town is thriving and all of you have valuables. So, are you going to tell me where your jewels are, or do I have to remove your boots and play with your feet? One word of caution is that I really do LOVE playing with women’s feet. Hehehehe” the thief threatened. She couldn’t help but feel excited. She was about to play with Julie’s feet and judging by her reaction, those feet were going to be really ticklish.
Julie closed her eyes for a moment. She knew this woman was going to tickle her feet and she was going to suffer a lot. Her heart was heavy because she knew she had to really suffer at this moment to protect her mother’s memory. It was all she had left from her. She then slowly opened her eyes and gulped. “I….I don’t have any jewelry. You have to believe me! Please, please don’t touch my feet. I am begging you!” she whined.
The thief then slowly slid down Julie’s legs and then got off of them. She then saw Julie’s legs trying to pull away and she sat on them again, this time on the shins and looked at the booted feet sticking out between her legs. She looked at the brown cowboy boots and couldn’t wait to see what was inside of them. “You had your chance, Julie. Now it is time to see your feet! Hehehe” she said, then started to reach down and tug forward on the right boot.
Julie felt her boot starting to slide off and she really started to panic. The attacker was not heavy at all, so she once again tried to squirm free. She even managed to do a sit up and now she tried to roll over again. This was sheer desperation time, and she had to get herself free. If she didn’t, then she would truly suffer. “NO!!!! NOT MY FEET!!!!” she screamed out as she tried to get herself free.
UP NEXT: Becky shows Cheyenne and Molly around town and La Diabla and Darby share a moment alone
How ok fans, how did you like this introduction chapter? There is a new criminal involved and it was be a fun ride how this story develops. This storyline will also be involved when Darby's focused series takes place as well. So, sit back, enjoy this series and absorb the story and the tickling! Thank you again for all of your support and your comments are most encouraged.
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