Ok fans of this sprawling saga, time for the next part in this series that focuses on Becky Lockhart. There are only 2 parts left of this series. Thanks again for your support and we are really getting underway. I hope everyone has enjoyed the thief and the adventures of Becky so far. I really love the character of Becky. She will go through some life challenges, which will further her character building. I have a new drawing of the character that will play a very large role in those challenges, so I hope you like it. After this series, we will go into the La Diabla focused series, Outlaw for Hire 2: Rivalry Renewed. That series will stand out because it is the set up of the phase ending series The Deputy & The Outlaw: Sacrifice. There is so much story to come and of course all the great tickling action. Thank you again for your continued support and your comments are most welcomed and very motivating for me.
PART 4
Becky approached Mia’s front door and felt excitement. She was really looking forward to spending time with her and just unwinding. It had been a long day, but she enjoyed the company of both Cheyenne and Molly. They were very nice, and she noticed they were both very intelligent. She knew they were much smarter than she was, but it didn’t matter because they were so loving and caring. They were all the same age and that really helped them form a bond together. She looked forward to writing them letters and building their friendship. She now stood at the door and knocked. She waited a few moments and noticed that Mia did not answer the door. She knocked again and waited a few moments. She was curious as to why Mia hadn’t answered just yet. She then moved her head to look towards the window and saw there was light inside. She wondered if Mia was in her bedroom or something. She shrugged and reached her hand forward and touched the knob. She noticed it wasn’t locked. That was really strange, and then she thought she heard something. She pressed her head against the door and thought she heard something. It sounded like…..laughter. “What in tarnation is she laughing about?” she asked herself.
Becky then knocked again, hoping that Mia could hear her. The laughter seemed strong, and it was odd that she would laugh so hard. She wondered if someone else was there and made Mia laugh. She was hoping to spend time alone with Mia, but if someone else was there, it would probably make a better poker game. She then checked the doorknob again and noticed the door was not closed all the way and it opened! That made her nervous because she was not supposed to walk into someone’s home uninvited. But opening the door made that laugh sound much more distinct. It sounded very strong, and she was too curious to not go investigate. She slowly opened the door and walked inside. She looked around and there was no trace of anyone, but that strong laughter was coming from the bedroom area. She called out to Mia, but she didn’t respond. It was just that laughter happening and now she started to giggle herself. The laughter sounded very cute, and she wondered who was making her laugh so hard. She walked over to the bedroom and the door was slightly ajar. Becky giggled to herself because she expected to see Mia laughing and she wondered what she could possibly be laughing at so hard. She looked inside the room and then she was stunned! She saw a pair of feet sticking out from under someone’s legs and it appeared the person was touching one of the feet. She also saw the person was wearing black clothing and had a hooded mask! It looked like Mia was being tickled! She opened the door wide and went inside the room. “WHAT IN TARNATION IS HAPPENING HERE???” she yelled.
The thief heard the door open and then she looked up. Standing before her was a very tall woman with freckles and a gap in her two front teeth. She stopped tickling Mia’s toes, and her heart raced. Someone had caught her tickling Mia and now she was in trouble! “Who the hell are you?!” she shouted.
“BECKY!!! HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!!!” Mia screamed. She was losing her mind being tickled between her toes when she heard Becky come into the room and yell. This was her chance to escape, and she wasted no time calling out for help.
Becky heard the cries for help and then it dawned on her. This intruder was the tickling thief!! She finally got to see who it was, and this was her big chance to arrest this person and end their crime spree. She saw the very small stature of the thief and because the clothes were not tight fitting, she couldn’t make out features, such as breasts, to determine the gender. She saw the hands and they were dainty like a woman, but it could have been a small man. Her adrenaline spiked and this was her moment to not only rescue her friend, but to save the rest of Plotsville from the tickling thief! “STOP! IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!!! Let go of her foot and put yer arms up in the air! Ya are under arrest!!!” she shouted.
The thief looked at Becky and realized she must have been a deputy. She heard about a heroic female deputy in this town and wondered if this was the legendary Darby Reeves. She was tall and had red hair just like the description of Darby was. Then she remembered hearing what Mia said. Mia called her “Becky”, so this wasn’t Darby, and that gave her some relief. She did not want to take any chances however, and knew she had to escape. She let go of Mia’s feet and tried to figure out an escape plan. “You won’t be taking me in! hehehe You may have spoiled my fun, but this town hasn’t heard the last of me!” she challenged, then stood up on the bed.
Becky saw the thief standing on the bed and the person was definitely short. Just the way the thief was standing, she felt it was a woman. The feet even looked small. That was even better because a woman would be easier to take down. She got herself in a ready position, ready to lunge towards her and tackle her. She then gritted her teeth, and then with determination she lunged forward, her arms wide open to wrap around the woman and bring her down on the bed. She then realized she missed completely and was surprised. The thief did a flip over her flying body, and she crashed onto the bed. “What the?” Becky called out as she bounced on the mattress.
The thief landed on her feet on the floor and looked back towards the bed. She saw Becky lying on the bed, and Mia right next to her. She got one last glimpse at Mia’s barefeet, and then Becky’s boots and she waved at Becky. “Till next time. Hehehehe” she said, then scampered out of the room to escape through the front door.
Becky tried to get up off the bed when she saw the thief waving at her. She was frustrated that she missed her tackling attempt, and the thief left really fast. She managed to get off the bed and then ran back into the living room. She saw the front door open and when she went to look outside, there was no sign of the thief anyway. “DAGNABBIT!!! I HAD HER!” she screamed out.
Mia felt her emotions starting to boil over as she was rescued. The feeling of finally being freed got to her. She tried to hold her tears of joy back and then she heard Becky enter the room. “Becky….Becky….” she whimpered.
Becky came back into the room and saw that Mia was still on her stomach, her hands tied behind her back and her thighs were tied together. She could see the bottoms of her naked feet and started to feel for her. She heard her calling her name and it was time to set her free. She got on the bed and started to undo the ropes around the wrists. Once they got free, she then went to the legs and started to untie those ropes. Once she finished, she patted Mia on her back and leaned her head close. “Ya are safe now, Mia.” she whispered.
Mia felt her limbs finally free, and she slowly turned over onto her back. Her face was sweaty, and she felt tired, but also very relieved. She saw Becky on her bed, and she was never happier than seeing that face. She then sat up and wrapped her arms around her in a grateful hug. “Thank you! Thank you so much for saving me, Becky!” she said with gratitude.
Becky felt good inside as she got to save someone from the tickling thief. She wished she could have saved Julie and Sandra, and also the other women that were tied up and tickled. She patted Mia on the back and then the hug was released. “Are ya alright? The thief got away, but ya are free now. What happened?” she told her.
“They got away? I-I can’t believe that happened to me. I got home and I guess I didn’t pay close attention to my surroundings. Because all of the sudden, this person was in my living room and attacked me. They tied me up and then….then they wanted to know where my jewelry was. I don’t have any except for this necklace around my neck. They didn’t believe me, and then they took of my boots and socks and…..you know. Tortured me.” she said in a soft voice. She started to recount what took place and realized just how much she was tortured.
“That is incredible. Sorry that had to happened to ya. Was she ticklin’ your feet? I thought I heard ya laughing.” Becky asked. She wanted to get all the details to confirm the attacker was in fact the tickling thief.
“You think that was a woman? I guess that makes sense. She wasn’t very big, so yeah, it must have been.” Mia said as she thought about the stature of her attacker. She did notice the person was small and the voice did sound more feminine than masculine. She then thought about Becky’s question, and she felt shy. “Yeah….she was tickling my feet to get me to admit where my valuables are. You know I am really ticklish on my feet.” she admitted.
“I know. I feel bad for ya. I came inside when I heard ya laughing. Yer front door wasn’t closed all the way. I wonder if that is how they got in.” Becky mused. She knew Mia was the seventh victim of this thief and that made her determined to find her and apprehend her. She was especially invested in finding this woman because now she attacked a really good friend of hers. “I have to find her. She attacked other women in Plotsville. I am gonna find this ticklin’ thief!” she announced.
Mia was stunned to hear that other women were attacked by this tickling thief. She could only imagine their terror because she experienced the same thing. She started to feel scared and wondered if the thief would return and try to torture her again. “She has attacked others??? Oh my goodness! They were tickled just like me?” she asked.
Becky felt bad because she let someone else know some of the details of the previous attacks. She was supposed to keep the other victims’ tickle tortures a secret. She had to let Mia know not to go around telling folks that some thief was tickling women. “Yeah, she has. Say Mia, can ya not tell anyone about the ticklin’ part? The other victims don’t want anyone to know they were tickled. They feel so embarrassed, ya know?” she asked politely.
“I understand! Because I don’t want all of Plotsville to know I was tickled either. Don’t worry, you can trust me. Becky, I am really scared right now. What if she returns and tries to torture me again? I don’t think I would survive!” Mia told her. She was really feeling scared and if the thief was still loose, she could still be a target since she lived alone.
“Don’t ya worry, Mia. I don’t think she will try again, but just in case, can ya stay with a friend for a few days? I am gonna find this woman and bring her to justice! It might take a few days though.” Becky asked. She wanted Mia to be safe because she understood the fear she had right now. She couldn’t have Mia stay with her because her own home was a rented bedroom from a family in Plotsville. She had to save enough money for a house of her own.
“I guess I could stay with Gertrude or Mandy. Probably Gertrude because I don’t want Mandy to know I was tickle tortured. I just hope she doesn’t tickle me too.” Mia quipped. She then hugged Becky once again and felt safe in her arms. She then gave her a kiss on the right cheek and felt incredibly grateful. “Thank you for saving me. If you didn’t come in when you did, who knows how far she would have tortured me.” she whispered into Becky’s right ear.
“I am glad to help ya. Hey, how about I stay the night here and you can go to Gertrude’s tomorrow? I want to keep ya company and it is getting too late to disturb our friend. Ya wanna play some cards?” Becky asked with a smile. She wanted to try and comfort Mia. She already planned to spend a few hours with her, so she might as well stay the night. She saw the smile on Mia’s pretty face, and she felt good inside. She also thought that tomorrow, she was really going to start to investigate and try to put together ideas on how to catch this thief. There were now seven victims and there had to be some kind of pattern among them all. She truly believed if she could capture this woman, she could become a deputy!
THE NEXT DAY
Becky was preparing to leave Mia’s house in the early morning. Mia was resting in her bed, and she saw that she was still comfortable. She slept in the same bed as Mia, but nothing physical happened between them. When she woke up, it was still dark outside, and she kept playing the events of the previous night in her head. She thought about Mia’s cute laughter and when she saw her, she saw that thief sitting on her legs and was tickling her feet. It was such a surreal view. The way the woman was playing with those long toes and that hysterical laughter. She thought about the thief herself. She got a good look at her when the thief was standing on the bed. She could see how tall she was and had a very thin build. She was also very agile because she did a flip over her tackling body and landed on her feet. Becky knew this was going to be a difficult challenge because she couldn’t see any identifying physical attributes except those small, dainty hands. The nails were trimmed and that was the only thing she could see. That gray hooded mask covered the woman’s face, so she couldn’t see the hair. If it was long or short. If it was blond, brown, red or black. She had no idea what the facial features were. She started to think that the woman was someone in town. Someone who had knowledge of the houses and knew how to break in. She wondered how the victims were chosen. She could not sleep, and now it was time to go to the Sheriff’s station. She wanted to start working on the case and find something. She saw Mia looking at her and she smiled. “Good mornin’ to ya! I hope ya got some good rest. I am about to head off to work now. Are ya going to be ok?” she asked.
Mia saw Becky standing there and she felt proud and grateful to her. She knew how heroic Darby was and she had a crush on the deputy. But after Becky rescued her, she felt confident in her abilities as well. She remembered all the heroics she did in Mexico and could tell Becky was finding herself. She nodded her head when she heard those words and smiled. “Yes, I will be ok. I hope you can find that thief and bring her to justice. I believe in you and know you will apprehend her, Deputy Becky Lockhart.” she told her with a wink.
Becky wished she was wearing her cowboy hat because she wanted to tip it towards Mia for saying that about her. She felt excited and really proud at the moment. She then stood very rigidly and saluted Mia. “At yer service! I promise ya, I won’t let ya down!” she shouted.
Mia giggled when she saw Becky saluting. She loved how passionate she was about becoming a deputy. She thought about how heroic she was against Thalia and her gang, and it was because of her leadership, they were all set free. She felt confident that Becky would find the woman who attacked her. She smiled at her friend and knew she had to go. “Thank you. Good luck today. I have to go to work later, so I hope to see you again soon. Besides, I still have to beat you at cards. You got lucky last night. Hehehe” she giggled.
“I will be sure to beat ya again. Hehehehe Good day, Mia. I will see you later.” Becky said, then walked out of the bedroom. She had a bounce in her step as she walked through the living room and then out of the door. She was really excited to get to the Sheriff’s station and begin her investigation. She also wanted to make Darby and Sheriff Dickerson very proud. She continued to walk to work and when she finally made it to the Sheriff’s station, she eagerly went to her desk and started to look at the notes she kept about the thief. She then forgot to tell Mia to fill out an official report, so she could be added to the files. She then found her pencil and began to scribble down what she saw last night. It was just the beginning of the day, and she had work to do!
LATER THAT AFTERNOON
Becky was still working on her files as well as other reports she had to do for the station. She looked over all the victims and tried to find a pattern. As she poured over her notes, she heard voices in the station. She looked up from her desk and saw two people walking in. They both wore very fancy clothes, and she wondered who they were. Then she saw their faces and recognized them. It was Ulysses Prescott and his daughter Donna. She wondered why they were here, and she saw them go into Sheriff Dickerson’s office. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she got up from her desk and walked over to try and eavesdrop. She saw Deputy George looking at her and she smiled. “I am tryin’ to see what they want. Hehe” she said in a very soft voice.
“Welcome Mr. Prescott! What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Sheriff Dickerson asked as he saw the man sitting down in the chair across his desk. He saw the fancy suit he was wearing and then he saw his daughter sitting down, wearing an olive color fancy dress. They both looked like they were on their way to a play or something. He knew about how much Mr. Prescott had invested in his business in Plotsville, so he had to treat him a special way.
“Sheriff Dickerson, as always, it is a pleasure to see you. I wanted to speak to you today. I will be leaving town for a few days. I have some business to attend to in Boston.” Ulysses said as he sat across from the noble sheriff.
“That sounds fabulous. I sure hope your trip will be very successful. Was there something you needed from me?” Sheriff Dickerson asked.
“Yes, I wanted to pay you a visit that my wife Lena and I will be traveling, but Donna here will stay. I was wondering if you could have someone watch over her while we are gone. We have a very rare ruby in the house, and I don’t want to take it with me. It is in a safe, and only we know the combination. Since my daughter will be herself, I want to make sure someone watches over her and protect her and that ruby. Do you have a deputy that would be willing to be her protector for a week?” Ulysses asked.
“Father! I don’t need some man in our home watching over me. I can take care of myself!” Donna said, then stuck her nose in the air as she felt the entire reasoning was insulting. She felt she could handle herself and didn’t want some strange man in the house with her.
“Donna, it is not safe dear. If everyone was home, then I would feel better. But you by yourself just invites someone to come harm you. We both know you are not the most well-liked woman in town.” Ulysses told her. He knew how arrogant his daughter was. She was similar to his wife and knew how snobby they both could be. He was a kind man, and married Lena because she did demonstrate some caring in her heart. He loved his daughter with all of his heart, but he knew what kind of person she was. He knew she probably made a few enemies in town, just like she did when they lived in Boston. He wanted to make sure she would be safe.
“Father, I know you are concerned, but I will be ok. I know these heathens that live in this town don’t like me, but it doesn’t matter. I am better than them and they know better than to mess with a Prescott!” Donna said in response. She knew her father was right, but she wanted to show she could handle herself. Her mother taught her well and she felt that she could handle any situation.
“I guess I could lend a deputy to watch over her. We want to make sure Donna, and your valuables are well protected.” Sheriff Dickerson added. He could see the frustration on Ulysses Prescott’s face and felt bad for him. He heard reports about both Lena and Donna Prescott and the disturbances they have caused. He still felt a duty to protect them and was willing to send a deputy to watch over them.
“That is MISS PRESCOTT to you, Sheriff. Now, I don’t want to be mean, but your deputies seem…..how can I put this? Grubby. I am sure they are very talented at what they do, but I don’t think they deserve to be near me. If they are willing to stay outside, then I would be ok with that.” Donna chimed in. She saw every deputy in this station, and she didn’t like any of them. Mainly because they were the ones who always told her to mind her business whenever she berated someone else.
Sheriff Dickerson wanted to put this snobby young woman in her place, but her father was here, and he had to maintain some decorum. Then he noticed that Becky was nearby, trying to eavesdrop. He could see the top of her head peeking up from the window of his office and he wanted to laugh. He should have reprimanded her, but then an idea hit him. If Donna didn’t want any male deputy to protect her, perhaps he could use Becky instead. That way, he still had full use of his deputies without having to use one to watch over the Prescott house. “Ok, I hear your point of view. How about this? I could use one of my females to watch over you. I think someone is absolutely perfect for the job. I think Becky Lockhart would do an amazing job watching over you and you will feel safe.” he told her.
“Becky Lockhart? Is she even a deputy? What about Darby Reeves? Isn’t she your best deputy?” Donna asked. She wasn’t as familiar with Becky as she was with Darby. She thought Darby would make a good bodyguard instead.
“Darby is not on duty right now. Becky has done very well. I hope you know she is a hero. She was the main reason we stopped a terrible gang from torturing fellow citizens, and she led the rescue effort. So, Mr. Prescott, with your permission, I think Becky Lockhart will be the perfect solution. You can go to Boston without having to worry about your most special love” Sheriff Dickerson told him. He was referring to the ruby in his mind instead of Donna, which made him smile.
“I like that. I think she will do. Donna, we will use Becky Lockhart. She will protect you. Now, be nice to her. Ok?” Ulysses smiled. He heard of Becky and her exploits so he figured she would do in this case.
“Then it is settled. One moment…..” Sheriff Dickerson said, then stood up from his desk. He made his way to the door and opened it. He then saw Becky scurrying away and he smiled. He knew that she left because she was caught. He shook his head, then decided to call out to her. “Becky? Can you come to my office please?” he called.
Becky felt her heart racing because the Sheriff opened the door, and she didn’t want to get caught eavesdropping. She then heard the Sheriff calling for her and she slowly started to walk back to his office. “Hiya Sheriff! Ya wanted to talk to me?” she said with a smile.
“Yes, come into my office and have a seat. I have a special assignment for you.” Sheriff Dickerson told her, then went back into his office. He sat back down at his desk and watched as Becky entered. He watched her sit down next to Donna and took a deep breath. “Becky, this is Mr. Ulysses Prescott and his daughter, Donna Prescott.” he told her.
“Nice to meet ya both! I am Becky Lockhart and I…..” Becky tried to say when she was interrupted.
“We know your name. Now pay attention.” Donna retorted. She looked at Becky and thought she looked pathetic. She didn’t like the fact that this woman had to spend time with her, but she had no choice.
Sheriff Dickerson heard those words, and it took everything in his power to not yell at Donna, but he had to maintain his poise. He then smiled at Becky and wanted to tell her about the assignment. “I brought you in here to meet the Prescotts. I have a special assignment for you. Mr. Prescott is leaving out of town today and he needs someone to protect his daughter. They also have some very valuable jewels there. Mr. Prescott and his lovely wife will be gone for a few days, so you can stay at their home. Make sure she remains safe. I know you will do a good job. You can meet her there in a few hours.” he explained.
“I got an assignment?! I will gladly do it! Becky Lockhart ready for duty!!!!” Becky shouted. She then stood up from her chair and her body went rigid as she started to salute the Sheriff and towards the Prescotts. She wanted to do a great job and show she could do bodyguard work. Plus, with a thief running around out there, she might have to protect Donna just in case.
Donna rolled her eyes as she saw Becky standing up and saluting her. She thought she was a major dunce, and she took a deep sigh. “I guess I have no choice. Listen silly woman, you better do a good job.” she huffed.
“Ya betcha! Ya will be safe and sound under muh watchful eye!” Becky said with a huge grin. She wanted to take this assignment seriously and continue to prove that she could be a deputy.
Sheriff Dickerson couldn’t help but smile as he saw how excited Becky was. He did have confidence in her because if she was able to help stop someone like Thalia, surely, she could make sure this pompous woman would be safe in her own home. Then he turned his head as he saw Deputy George come barging in. He looked flustered and he had to find out what was happening with him. “George, is everything ok?” he asked.
“SHERIFF!! I just got word there is a bank robbery in progress! The bandits are in the bank right now!” Deputy George yelled. A few citizens came into the Sheriff’s station to notify them that there was a bank robbery in progress.
Sheriff Dickerson immediately stood up and reached for his guns. He looked over at Becky and the Prescotts and nodded his head. “Excuse me, but I have to go handle this immediately. Have a safe trip.” he told them as he reached for his hat.
Becky was stunned as she heard the report that the Plotsville bank was being robbed. She wanted to spring into action, but she had to protect Donna Prescott. Then she saw Deputy Scott barge into the office as well. He looked panicked and she wondered if he was about to go assist in dealing with the bank robbery.
“SHERIFF!!! I just got word that there is a major brawl right outside The Thirsty Cowboy. Guns are being pulled out!” Deputy Scott shouted.
Sheriff Dickerson was stunned as there were two major events happening and they both had to be addressed immediately. He had to use all of his deputies for this moment. He looked over at Becky to follow his command. “Becky, go get Darby and tell her she is needed immediately. I know she is spending time with her out-of-town visitors, but I need her here now. Tell her to go to the Thirsty Cowboy and help end that brawl. Got it?” he requested.
“I got it!! I won’t let ya down!” Becky said, then saluted him once again. She knew she had to move quickly so that her hero could help out with the crimes being committed at the very moment. She then looked at Donna and smiled. “I will be at yer house in a couple of hours. I will make sure nothing happens to ya!” she told her.
“I hope not!!! This town is becoming crime ridden! Father, this town has CRIME!” Donna complained. She was not happy hearing about a bank robbery and a violent brawl. She was now concerned about her safety because if there was a crime wave, then her home could be targeted by the jealous people who wanted to see her suffer.
“Everything will be ok, dear. The Sheriff and his deputies will take care of it. Now, let’s go home so I can finish packing then head to the train station.” Ulysses told his daughter. He then stood up and went over to Becky to shake her hand. He liked how friendly she was, and she was confident she could handle his daughter. “Thank you for helping. I am sure you will do great.” he told her.
“Yes, I will good sir! She will be safe and sound like a baby bear with her mama!” Becky said with a smile. She then watched as the Prescotts left the office and Sheriff Dickerson had already left to go handle those two major events. She left the office, and she went back to her desk. She put away her papers and figured she would have to try and solve the mystery of the thief later. Now it was time for her to go get Darby, then head over to Donna Prescott’s house.
“I can’t believe you won again……” Darby said as she looked at the checkers board on her kitchen table. She was stunned as she lost repeatedly the previous night, and then for a lot of this day. She had organized a checkers-style competition and had a lot of fun with La Diabla, Cheyenne and Molly. They played several games and also just sat around and had great conversation. The checkers competition came up again because the same person kept beating her over and over again. She watched helplessly as her opponent double jumped her checker pieces and saw the huge smile on her face. “How did you get so good, Molly?” she asked.
“hehehe I love checkers! I love how the pieces move and the strategy. I also LOVE chess. We should play that again too.” Molly beamed. She loved games. She played with her father a lot because she didn’t have too many friends. There were times she played games with other students, but it didn’t happen too often especially during her freshman year. In her second year, she did get to play more and loved the competition. She had always beaten Cheyenne and now, she was beating Darby handily. She looked at Darby’s face and saw that look of defeat. “Want to play again?” she asked with a smile.
“I think I am good. You beat me seven times already. I thought I was a great checkers champion, but apparently, I am not on your level. Wow….” Darby said in an exasperated voice. She looked over at La Diabla who had this cocky smile on her face. She shook her head because she knew she wanted to say something. “Ya got somethin’ to say?” she asked.
La Diabla couldn’t help but smile over the scenario. She remembered how much Darby bragged about being good at checkers, then watched as Molly systematically destroyed her. It was a good feeling, and she wanted to rub it in as much as she could. She also played Molly, and she was beaten, but she knew she was an average player when it came to checkers. She even lost to Cheyenne a few times. She felt she was much better at poker, but none of them knew how to play. So, she just tried to have some fun and watch Darby lose. She loved how competitive she was, and seeing her lose to Molly was fun. “Who me? Say something? Naw, I have nothing to say. I mean, Molly did kick your ass, but it is obvious so why say anything? Hehehe” she giggled.
“Molly is such a good player. She beats everyone back at school. I never beat her either. So, I know how you feel, Darby.” Cheyenne said, trying to make Darby feel a little better.
“Congratulations Molly. You are a very good player. I have to shake your hand.” Darby said, then reached forward and shook Molly’s hand. She shook her head because La Diabla was making faces at her. She hated to lose, even in friendly competitions. Then she heard a knock on the door. She got up from the table and started to walk over to see who was there. She saw La Diabla standing up and saw her already starting to walk towards the bedroom. She watched her go in, then she went to the door. She opened it and then she saw Becky. “Becky?! I didn’t expect to see you. How are you?” she asked.
“Hiya Darby! I hope ya are having a good time! I stopped by because the Sheriff needs ya!” Becky said, as she walked into the house. She then looked over and saw La Diabla coming out of the bedroom. She understood why she did and just like everyone else, she wished she could just walk freely. She also saw Molly and Cheyenne at the kitchen table, and it looked like they were playing some games.
“Why does the Sheriff need me? I am with muh guests.” Darby asked, wondering why the Sheriff would need her. She then started to feel her heart beat faster because if he needed her, it must have been really important.
“Yeah, he wanted ya to report for duty. There is a bank robbery happenin’ and a brawl near The Thirsty Cowboy! He wanted you to go help break up the brawl while he went to the bank.” Becky told her.
“WHAT???? Oh muh goodness!! Let me get muh gun and head on out!” Darby shouted. She was stunned to hear that two major events were happening. She wished she could have the day off, but something like this required her help. She looked over at La Diabla, Cheyenne and Molly who had surprised looks on their faces. She really wanted to stay with them, but she had orders to follow. “Sorry y’all. Muh duty calls. I have to go help muh fellow deputies.” she apologized.
“We understand. Go and help your fellow deputies. We will just stay here and wait for your return. You are Plotsville’s hero, so go do what you do best. Be careful.” La Diabla told her. She knew just how good Darby was at her job and was confident she would finish what was happening and then return. She definitely wanted to see her the rest of the night because this was their last night in Plotsville before they left for Mexico to see Bella, Gabby and Veronica.
“I hope this won’t take too long. I will be back. Try not to let Molly win anymore, ok? Hehe” Darby replied as she put on her gun belt. She then looked at Becky and smiled. “Are you coming with me?” she asked.
“The Sheriff told me I have to go protect Donna Prescott tonight. I have to be her bodyguard because her parents are out of town for a week. It will be easy, but ya know how she is. She is not nice at all.” Becky told her. She knew how arrogant and snobby Donna was and hoped she didn’t have to interact with her too much. She just wanted to stay at the house and let time pass.
“Oh? Well, I know you will do a good job, but try not to make her angry. Come on, let’s go.” Darby told her, then put her arm around her shoulder as they left the house. She started to head back towards her backyard where her horse was. She mounted her white horse and took off. She knew she had to get to The Thirsty Cowboy soon enough to help stop the brawl.
Becky watched as Darby galloped away on her horse. She knew her mentor would help calm things, and she looked forward to hearing what happened. She then started to walk back to town so that she could get ready for her big assignment. She thought about bringing the files with her, so she could see if she could find a pattern and catch the thief. This was a big moment for her. An assignment that would surely help her become a deputy. If she could make sure Donna Prescott was safe, and she caught the thief, there would be no doubt she would be a deputy and could serve alongside her hero, Darby Reeves. “Ok Becky, this is yer time! Let’s make sure Donna is safe and we catch the ticklin’ thief!” she told herself.
EVENING
Becky made her way up the walkway to the porch of the Prescott home. She felt a little nervous because this was an assignment that she needed to prove herself. She was thrilled that Darby, and some other deputies were able to stop the brawl and had arrested several men. She was also pleased to find out that Sheriff Dickerson and some deputies arrested the bank robbers. It was a hectic day, but also very rewarding as once again, the law enforcement in Plotsville had won the day. Now it was her turn to serve Plotsville and make sure that Donna Prescott was safe for the week. Her assignment was to stay with her in the evening hours and check on her sometimes during the day. She was still curious about the tickling thief out there and hoped she didn’t attack another woman, tie her up and then tickle her into giving up her valuables. She made it to the front door and took a deep breath. Becky knew Donna was very snobby, but had to put that aside because she was still a citizen of Plotsville and she needed to be protected. She then knocked on the door and waited for Donna to arrive.
Donna made her way to the front door and paused. She knew who was on the other side of that door and sighed. She was not happy that Becky was her protector, and she was still upset at her parents for leaving her behind. She really wanted to go back to Boston because she still thought of it as her home. She opened the door and there stood that tall, funny looking woman in her eyes. “Ah, you made it. I am surprised you knew where to go.” she said sarcastically.
“Hiya Donna! Becky Lockhart here ready to protect ya!” Becky said with a smile. She then saw Donna invite her in and she walked into the house. The home was a nice one, there were many different paintings on the walls and the rugs covered the hardwood floors. The house itself was two stories, which was different from many of the houses in Plotsville. The two-story homes usually belonged to people with means and the Prescotts definitely had them. “Ya have a really nice house.” she said as she looked around.
“Thank you. I am sure the shack you live in must be nice too.” Donna said, then rolled her eyes. She looked Becky up and down and wondered how this woman was even an apprentice.
“I don’t live in a shack. I live in a nice bedroom with this very nice family.” Becky responded, not realizing that Donna was trying to insult her. She walked with Donna into the main living room and saw her sit down. She sat down in a nice chair and saw the gaze that Donna had towards her. She decided to try and play nice and hopefully beyond the arrogant attitude, Donna was actually a nice person. “So, how was your day? Mine was pretty exciting.” she asked, trying to make small talk.
“Look Becky, we are not friends, ok? I don’t really care about your day and mine is none of your business. I am not happy you are here because I can take care of myself. I don’t need some third rate pretend deputy to make sure I am safe.” Donna told her. She started to feel her anger rising because she really did not think much of Becky at all.
Becky heard the insult, and it bothered her. She was trying to be friendly, but Donna seemed like she didn’t care. “Why do ya have to be mean to me?” she asked.
“Because! I am here in my home with someone who probably should be cleaning horse dung off the streets of Plotsville. You are not exactly the smartest person and now I have to be here with you instead of being in Boston. Ugh!" Donna said in an exasperated voice. She then looked away from Becky and wished she could go with her parents.
Becky had her feelings hurt because this woman really didn’t like her. She couldn’t understand why Donna was so mean and trying to hurt her feelings. “Hey, ya don’t have to be mean to me. I am just tryin’ to be friendly with ya. I know ya are not happy I am here, but it is muh duty and I just want to make sure ya are safe.” she said in a sad voice.
Donna heard the tone of Becky’s voice, and she rolled her eyes. She knew that Becky was assigned to watch her and she figured she could be a little nicer to her. If anything were to happen, she needed Becky to help her. “Look, I am sorry I said some of those things to you. They are true, but I should be nicer I suppose. You are here to protect me. Can I get you something to drink?” she offered.
“I am fine. I may want some water later. I really want to make sure ya are safe. If ya want, I will just stay here and ya can go about yer business. I won’t talk to ya anymore. I am sorry.” Becky apologized. She felt bad that this woman was insulting her, and she figured she might as well let the woman be, and she would just stay in this living room and try to be entertain herself.
“Well, ok. I think we can do that. I know it is not your fault. Your Sheriff assigned you to me. Let’s just make the best of it.” Donna responded. She thought that she should be a little cordial and hopefully Becky would just stay in this room. She then stood up to go get some water for her bodyguard. “If you must know, my day was not good. I went to that ridiculous burlesque show and gave them a piece of my mind. Then I am told my parents are going back to Boston and I had to stay here in this filthy town.” she said, as she filled a glass of water for Becky.
Becky was surprised that Donna told her about her day and felt it was some kind of progress. She remembered when she saw Donna at Madam Broussard’s Burlesque show and thought about how she caused a scene. She wondered why Donna was so against the entertainment act and figured she should ask. She then saw Donna heading towards her with a glass of water and she took it from her. “Thank ya for the water. Say, why do ya hate the burlesque show so much?” she asked.
Donna looked at Becky and pondered that question. Even though she was mean to her, she kept trying to talk to her. She shook her head and figured she could at least answer her question. “That place is filled with SIN!!! You have half naked women in there, showing their skin to all the men. It is a place full of lust! I bet they have sex in there with the men! It is disgusting and any proper woman would never want something like that in her town. Think about it. These types of women attract some unsavory men and next thing you know, crime happens!” she explained.
Becky heard the explanation and felt like she should defend that show. The ladies there were just trying to make a living, and it was a huge hit for the town. More money was spent there, and it helped Plotsville’s economy. “Hey, they are just tryin’ to earn a livin’. The ladies there aren’t so bad. Do ya really think they are having sex in there?” she asked.
“YES!!! I am quite sure! If you show those men your skin, they will lose control. Men are horny animals. They can get all riled up if you show them an elbow! Those women should be ashamed of themselves! I told them they are sinners and one day they will pay a price for their sins. I bet some of them are lesbians too! Sick people, very sick people.” Donna said, then shook her head in disgust. She remembered confronting Marge Broussard and the argument got heated. When she realized she was outnumbered, she decided to leave once again. It felt good for her to berate the place and hoped more people would join in her quest to shut the show down.
Becky felt a little angry that Donna was insulting those women. She met some of them when she attended the show a day ago and found them to be really nice, especially Rita. She knew Donna was not going to change, so she decided to just let the woman spew her hate. She really didn’t like the comment about them being lesbians. She had been exploring her own sexuality and didn’t want to feel bad for her sexual encounters with other women such as Kylie. “Yeah, ya really don’t like that place. Hehe” she giggled.
“Yes, I really do not like that place. Now, enough chit chat. I will retire to my room. You can stay down here and do whatever it is you do. I guess I should thank you for being here, so…..thank you.” Donna said. She didn’t want to spend any more time than she had to with Becky and then left the room. She started to walk up the stairs and shook her head. “That woman is really strange. Probably a lesbian herself!” she muttered under her breath.
Becky saw Donna going up the stairs and took a deep breath. That woman was a handful, and she figured she might be better off not interacting with her. She then took another sip of her water, then looked at some of the papers she took with her. She wanted to look at some of the details of the recent thefts by that hooded thief, including what she saw at Mia’s house. She wanted to take this time to somehow find a clue and then find the thief and bring her in.
Donna made it inside her bedroom, and she closed the door. She sighed since she really didn’t want to be there. She really wanted to go to Boston. She then took a seat in a chair in her room and grabbed a book. She wanted to read her novel for a bit before she got undressed and got ready for bed. She had already eaten dinner and it was time for her to relax.
An hour later, a window on the second floor slowly opened and a small individual slowly crawled through the window and made it into the hallway. The person wore a gray hooded mask and had dark clothing on. The thief had entered the Prescott home and now it was time for the next victim. The thief had heard that the Prescotts were out of town and also knew they had a lot of jewelry in the home considering Ulysses Prescott was a jewel owner. This house would be the motherload and could fetch a lot of very valuable jewels. She looked around and wondered where to go. She saw a light illuminating underneath a door and knew someone was there. She smiled under her mask because she knew Ulysses and Lina Prescott were gone, so the person in that room must have been their daughter. She got excited because now she could torture her and get the jewelry. The thief had seen Donna around town and knew she was very arrogant. That got her motivated because she could torture the woman not just to be steal her valuables, but also to teach her a lesson. She slowly made her way to the bedroom door and took a deep breath. She had to play this right, and then she would have Donna as her prisoner and could really torture her. She knocked on the door softly and awaited for her victim to open the door.
“Oh, what does she want now?” Donna said in an exasperated voice. She was already deep into her novel and was enjoying being in her own world. It made her forget the fact that she had Becky downstairs. She wondered what the gap-toothed deputy’s apprentice wanted. She thought that perhaps the goofy woman got lost going from the living room to the kitchen. She got to the door and placed her hand on the knob. “What do you want?!” she said in a frustrated voice, then opened the door.
The thief heard Donna’s voice from behind the door and it was time. The door opened and then she rushed in, pushing the taller woman backwards. She immediately closed the door behind her and now she was staring right at her new target. “Don’t move!!!!” she screamed.
Donna was absolutely stunned when she felt herself pushed backwards and into her room near her bed. She didn’t expect that to happen and now she saw someone in her room, and it wasn’t the taller Becky! This person was much shorter and had black, loose-fitting clothes on, black shoes and what appeared to be a gray pouch over their head with eyeholes cut out. She lost her voice because she was stunned that this person was in her room, inside her house. “W-Who are you?” she asked in surprise.
“Hehehe your worst nightmare! GET YOUR HANDS UP!!! NOW!!!” the thief demanded. She watched as Donna quickly put her hands up and that gave her a sense of relief. Even though Donna was taller and had a larger frame than her own, she didn’t know if the woman knew how to be physical. She was happy that Donna quickly listened to her demands, which was going to make her job much easier. She pulled out ropes from her pouch she carried with her on these missions and knew she had to be careful. She then placed her hand back inside the pouch to pretend she had a weapon. “Now, slowly turn around and face your bed! Put your arms behind your back or I will kill you!” she threatened.
Donna’s heart stopped when she heard that threat. She could not believe this was happening. Someone broke into her home and now was threatening to kill her. Her emotions started to unravel, and she wanted to panic. She slowly turned around and felt her eyes welling up with tears. She didn’t know if this person was going to shoot her in the back or not. She placed her arms behind her back, and she looked up at the ceiling as though she was saying a prayer. “Please…..please don’t kill me.” she whimpered.
The thief smiled inside her hooded mask because Donna was quickly obedient. Knowing how snobby this woman was, it was refreshing to see how much of a coward she really was. She walked up to her and then started to tie her wrists together. Once they were tied, she started to wrap some rope around her upper legs, making sure she couldn’t run. It was time to have some fun with Donna and she was going to truly enjoy torturing her. She surmised that Donna would quickly tell her where the expensive jewels were, but she wanted to torture her anyway. She thought it would be fitting that Donna learned a lesson by laughing her head off. It would be the best humiliation ever. She then reached forward and placed her hands on Donna’s arms. She slowly guided her towards a chair inside the room. For this torture session, she wanted to seat her in the chair, and have her feet propped up on the footrest. It would be fun to make Donna see her feet get tormented and other spots on her body.
Donna felt herself slowly turning around and she continued to whimper in fear. She knew she was taller than this person, but she didn’t know how to fight. She was a proper lady and would never engage in any physical confrontations. She had no idea who the attacker was. The person was really small and her first thought that it was a woman, but it also could have been a man. She still couldn’t see the attacker because they were still behind her. Then she felt herself slowly moving towards the chair that was facing her bed. She walked slowly so that she wouldn’t trip over the expensive Persian rug that was on the floor. If she moved too fast, and didn’t watch her step, she could slip on the rug. Once she made it to the chair, she felt herself being turned back around facing her bed. She looked down and saw the shorter attacker before her, then shrieked when she was pushed backwards! “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed.
The thief watched as Donna fell backwards but landed in a seated position. She then wasted no time and reached for Donna’s ankles and placed her feet on the nearby footrest. She then got a smaller rope and tied the ankles to the footrest. She was happy that Donna was not wearing her boots, but a pair of shoes that could easily slip off her feet. Now that she was seated, and tied down, she folded her arms and looked at her prey. She looked very frightened and now it was time for the mind games. “Hehehehe comfy?” she taunted.
“W-Who are you? W-What do you want? Please, don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me.” Donna whined as she saw the attacker in front of her. She was worried that her arms were tied behind her back, her legs were tied together and now her ankles were tied onto the footrest. She felt really helpless and if this person wanted to kill her, there was no way she could defend herself. Her worst nightmare was coming true. Her father purposely wanted her to be protected, and on the very first night, she was already captured.
“Hmmmm….so many questions. First things, first. What is your name?” the thief asked. She already knew who this was but had to go along the same path. She had to make Donna become obedient so she would be a lot of fun to torture.
“My name? My name is Donna Prescott. W-What is your name?” Donna responded. She tried to make out the gender of her attacker but wasn’t sure. It appeared to be a woman. The hands were dainty and small. The voice sounded more feminine than masculine, but she just couldn’t be sure. She hoped to engage in conversation to avoid any unnecessary physical confrontations.
“Hehehe my name is irrelevant. Nice to meet you, Donna. You are probably wondering why I am here and tied you up, right?” the thief asked. She could see Donna already quaking and wanted to savor this entire moment.
“Yes. Um, why are you here? Please, let me go. I don’t want to die.” Donna pleaded. She saw the person looking right at her and they seemed amused. She really grew scared because someone who was amused wouldn’t care about her well-being.
“You won’t die if you do what I say and don’t piss me off! Now, as to why I am here, let’s just say I like to collect things. You have things that I want and if you are a good girl, you will give it to me.” the thief told her. She then moved a little closer to Donna, standing on her left side, but still facing her as the legs were extended past her.
Donna gulped as she heard those words. She wondered if she could just engage in conversation long enough, perhaps she could buy some time. There was someone else in the house, and perhaps she would come up here and rescue her. She knew she shouldn’t admit that Becky was also here, because then the intruder could subdue her and then she was really doomed. “W-What is it that you want to collect?” she asked.
“What do I want to collect? Your jewels. Hehehe. Before you say you don’t have any, like my previous victims, I already know your family is in the jewel business! So, I know you have them. Give them to me, and you will be free. If you don’t tell me, I have ways of making you tell me.” the thief threatened. She loved seeing Donna so nervous and scared. The woman was such an arrogant bitch, so to see her scared like she was right now worth the entire mission.
Donna’s eyes sprang open when she heard the request. This person wanted to steal her family’s jewels. That was their livelihood! This was a robbery and now she was tied down. Then her mind went to the hidden safe inside the house. In there was the very expensive ruby from South America that was worth a fortune. Her father loved that jewel and if it was stolen, it would devastate him and could harm the business. “W-Why do you want to steal from me? You had other victims too?!” she asked in a panic.
“Yes, you are my eighth victim. Hehehe You Plotsville women sure have a lot of precious jewels here. I love them. So, Donna, where are they? Make your life easy and I will let you go once the jewels are mine. If you don’t, well, let’s just say like all my other victims found out, I have ways of making you give them to me.” the thief threatened. She looked at that helpless body and wondered if in fact someone like this was ticklish. She could imagine the sheer horror Donna would have if she was ticklish. This would be a labor of love to tickle this woman until she loses her mind. She thought she would be doing this town a favor by humbling this woman. She also thought about perhaps for the first time, tickling and playing with a woman’s private areas. Doing that to Donna would completely humiliate the woman and there was no better person to do that to than Donna Prescott.
“I-I can’t give the jewels to you! They belong to my family! We need them to run our business! How about I give you money instead? That’s right, I got a lot of money here. You can have it. Please take it! You can’t take our precious jewels!” Donna panicked. There was a substantial amount of cash in the home, and knew if that was taken, it would be better than losing the jewels.
“Thank you! I think I will take BOTH! Hehehe Oh, this is going to be a great payday! Now, tell me where the jewels are, or I am going to make you do it! I like to torture my victims and torturing you would be the best thing ever….” the thief threatened then started to make her move towards Donna. She figured she would start to tickle the ribs first, then work her way down to the feet. Once she finished the feet, she would strip Donna and play with her private areas.
“No!!! Get away from me!!! Don’t torture me!!!” Donna said in a panic. She saw the thief’s hands getting close to her body and she wondered what kind of torture she was about to endure. She already knew she would be broken quicky because she couldn’t handle any pain. Her eyes went big and now, she felt her heart racing and her mind was in agony. She was going to get tortured and there was nothing she could do to stop this attacker!
Becky looked up from her papers and closed her eyes for a moment. She was looking for a pattern with the tickling thief and the only thing she noticed was all the women were alone. The homes were not always in the same vicinity. The personalities were different. None of them were flashy jewelry wearing people. She just could not understand how they were chosen and why they were attacked. She also thought about the horror they must have felt when they were tied up and tickled. Having experienced that herself at the hands of Sabrina Alamain and Babs McKenzie, she knew how humiliating it was and how terrible it was to be tickled out of their minds. She remembered agreeing to a lot of stuff she normally wouldn’t do just to get it to stop. She even had Darby perform oral sex on her to avoid death and to not be tickled. She shivered a little as she remembered that night in the barn. Becky opened her eyes and wondered what Donna was up to. She was without a doubt, a snobby woman who looked down on everyone she encountered, but she was still a person. She wondered if she should take the opportunity to try and at least be friendly towards each other. She was a citizen of Plotsville, and if she was going to be a deputy, she had to have the trust and respect from all citizens. She stood up from her chair and prepared her focus. “I am gonna talk to her and see if we can be friends!” she said with a smile.
Becky then started to walk up the stairs and thought of something. She had no idea which room Donna would be in, and she was going upstairs uninvited. She figured she would just tell Donna she was “patrolling” the house to make sure it was secure. That’s what good deputies did. They made sure everything was secure. She started to think she was Darby. How heroic she was and so noble. She continued to walk up the stairs with her chest out and put on a confident smile. At this moment, she and Darby were the same! Once she got to the top of the stairs, she saw there were several rooms. She noticed there were three of them. One of them looked like some kind of washroom. She peered over to the door towards her left and it seemed larger. She surmised that it was the master bedroom, so the final door must have been Donna’s. “Ok Becky, ya got to check on your civilian. Let’s make sure she is gonna be ok for the night. Ya are on patrol and our civilians need protectin’!” she told herself.
Becky then made her way towards the door and before she knocked, she thought she heard some noises coming from inside. She cocked her head in surprise, and then leaned her head next to the door. She heard Donna’s voice, but it seemed like there was a second voice. Donna’s voice was much more vocal, and the other voice sounded very calm. She wondered if there was someone else in the house. Donna was supposed to be alone, which is the reason why she was even here to guard her. She then reached her hand forward and placed her hand on the doorknob. She hoped she wasn’t going to catch Donna changing her clothes or being naked, because that would make matters much worse. She decided to knock instead. “Donna? Are ya in there?” she called out.
Donna heard Becky’s voice, and her heart stopped. She felt some sense of hope because there was someone from the Sheriff’s office in her house and perhaps she could do her job and rescue her. Right before she was about to scream, she saw the intruder pointing at her.
“Scream, and you die.” the thief threatened. She was stunned that someone else was in the house. She snuck in through an upstairs window, so she didn’t scout the house for any other people. Now, she was confronted with being caught by someone for the second time. When she was at Mia’s house, some goofy looking woman interfered with her tickle torture, and now she looked towards the window for a possible escape.
“Becky!!! Come in!!!!” Donna shouted. She was frightened to her core, but since Becky was right outside, she could perhaps get inside in time to prevent this attacker from harming her. She didn’t know how to control her emotions and went into a panic.
Becky heard Donna’s panicked voice and now she wanted to know what was going on. She then opened the door and went inside the room. Her eyes then popped wide open as she saw there was a second person in the room! Her heart stopped for a moment as she saw the person had those loose black clothes, and that gray hooded mask. It was the thief!!!! For the second time, she was face to face with the woman going on around tormenting women for their valuables. Somehow, she got into Donna’s house and her eyes went towards Donna. She saw her tied to the chair and her legs were outstretched in front of her and her feet were tied to a footrest. It looked as though the thief was about to perhaps tickle torture Donna! She could not let that happen! “Ya are here???” she called out.
The thief saw the tall woman with the red pigtails staring right at her. Her adrenaline soared because she was caught again. Then she realized who it was. It was the same woman who stopped her from finishing off poor Mia. She foiled her robbery attempt and now she was in this house trying to prevent her from getting her biggest score yet. “What are you doing here?” she called out.
“I am here to protect the innocent!!! Now, PUT YER HANDS UP!!! IN THE NAME OF THE LAW, YA ARE GONNA BE ARRESTED!!!” Becky yelled out. She knew this was her big chance to finally capture this thief and bring her to justice. She would end the threat of this woman tickling others to steal from them. She remembered the previous night and how agile the thief was, so she had to be careful. Her brain thought she should lunge at her again, but this time, get ready for her to do that flip. “Now, I am gonna get ya!!! COME HERE!” she yelled, then lunged forward.
The thief felt her body stiffen as she heard those words. This woman was part of the law and if she was caught, she would go to jail and her boss would not be happy at all. She knew she could dodge this woman, and her eyes looked at the open door. That would be easier than going through a second story window. Right when she prepared herself to move out of the way, she looked down and saw Becky’s right boot on the rug and it moved!
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Becky screamed as she felt herself slipping on the rug on the floor. She went careening forward and then landed on the bed, her knees clipping the wooden frame of the bed and she hit the mattress in agonizing pain. The same knee she hit when she was at the school was hit again. She landed on the bed and immediately grabbed her right knee. “Muh knee!!!!” she yelled.
The thief was surprised at her luck as this woman slipped on the carpet and was now very vulnerable. She had a chance to leave through the door, but since this woman was now in pain and not moving towards her, she could take the chance and tie her down. That way she could have two women to torture! It seemed like a risky proposition, but she really wanted the expensive jewels in this house. She then pounced on top of Becky and forced her onto her stomach. Her pouch to stash the jewelry and some more ropes were on the bed still. She reached inside and grabbed some rope. She then used her own speed and grabbed Becky’s wrists and pulled them behind her back. She managed to tie them together and now Becky was tied from behind. She then quickly turned around and straddles Becky’s ass. She leaned forward and when the booted feet shot up, she grabbed them and started to tie the ropes around those strong calves. She could hear Becky screaming in pain, but also violently trying to wiggle around. “Hold still!!!” she yelled.
Becky felt her arms getting tied behind her back and she panicked. This thief was trying to tie her up. The pain in her knee was still thumping, but she had to get herself free. When she felt her ankles being grabbed, she really started to panic. She felt her feet being forced together and she felt ropes getting tied around her calves, right at the top of her boots. She could feel the woman sitting on her butt and she didn’t have leverage. “Hey!! Let me go!! Ya can’t tie me up!!! I am a woman of the law!!!” she screamed.
The thief shook her head and found this woman a little amusing. She seemed skilled, but she also appeared very goofy. She finished tying the legs and then used more ropes to tie the thighs together. She could hear the grunting sounds, and the body was still trying to wiggle around. “Hehehe a woman of the law? I got you now!” she taunted.
Donna was absolutely stunned by the action in front of her. She had hope when Becky arrived, and now she was being subdued. She saw her getting tied up and it blew her mind. She could not believe that Becky slipped on the rug and fell forward so she could be captured. She watched the thief tying her up and if she was subdued, then it meant she was in more trouble as well.
The thief finally managed to finish the ties and now she had Becky tied up in strategic areas and she was face first on the bed. She felt a sense of accomplishment because she had just tied up a deputy. A female deputy! Now, it was time to savor the moment. She got up off of Becky and looked down at the bed. She saw Becky’s dusty brown boots, her faded blue jeans, that red and white flannel shirt and those pigtails sticking out. She could still see Becky squirming around and she felt a surge of energy. She got back onto the bed and knelt down near Becky’s waist. She saw that butt moving around and she slapped it very hard. “STAY STILL!!!! I got you now! Hehehe” she taunted.
“OW!!! MUH BUTT!!! That hurt…..” Becky screamed. Then she truly realized her predicament. She was tied up and helpless on Donna’s bed. She was on her belly and now she had no way to defend herself. She tried to move her legs and arms, but those ropes held firm. Now a wave of embarrassment washed over her because she was captured and very helpless. “Can ya let me go? Please?” she asked meekly.
The thief looked over at Donna, then back at Becky and shook her head. This new victim was so full of bravado and energy and now she sounded so very helpless and meek. It was a surreal moment, and she couldn’t believe her luck. Then thoughts came to her mind, and she knew she was about to have a lot of fun. “Hehehe awwww…..poor little deputy is trapped! She can’t go nowhere. You tried to save Donna over there and what happened? You got captured yourself. For a deputy, you are pretty clumsy. Hehehe I love how you took a header onto the bed.” she teased.
“I’m sorry….I just wanted to help the civilian. Can ya let me go? I will let ya escape.” Becky whimpered. She felt so ashamed of the moment and hoped the thief would just leave the premises. She closed her eyes and really felt terrible inside.
“Let you go? Are you kidding me? You have got to be the dumbest deputy I have ever seen….” The thief said in disbelief. She then looked over at Donna and could see the fear in her eyes. The idea of playing with two women really got her motivated and it was time to torment Donna’s mind as well. “This is your hero? Hehehe Oh Donna, things are going to go really bad. So, I suggest you cooperate with me, or I will get you both!” she threatened.
Donna was still in shock as she saw Becky now tied up and on her bed. The thief was now taunting the woman and her fear increased. She then saw the hooded intruder looking at her and heard her ominous words. She had no idea what kind of action the intruder would take, but whatever it was, it was not going to go well for her. “Please, you can’t do this to me. You have to let me go. I can’t give away any jewels! They belong to my father!” she shouted back.
The thief slowly shook her head after listening to Donna. The good news was that she was openly admitting she had valuables, so now she knew that lies wouldn’t be told. It was now about breaking her will to give up the jewelry. That really got her excited because she could have her way with her two prisoners. It amazed her that even though she was a petite woman, she managed to subdue two women who were much taller than her. That gave her such a boost of confidence and looked forward to tormenting both of them. She smiled under her mask and knew what she was about to do to them. “Well, your daddy will lose something today. You better make sure he doesn’t also lose…….you.” she threatened.
Becky felt her face was red with shame because she was now a trapped prisoner to this tickling thief. It also made her think about what could happen. She prayed she would not be tortured because she felt sensitive as it was. She heard the thief’s demand towards Donna, and the fate of the expensive jewelry, especially that rare ruby that was in a safe was now threatened. “Hey, ya got to leave us alone! Ya can’t steal anything! It is against the law!” she yelled out.
“Are you still talking? Hehehehe Oh, you moron, you are going to really pay for interfering with my play time for the second time. I will….” the thief began to say.
“Second time? W-What do you mean? You met her before?” Donna asked in shock. She had no idea Becky could have encountered this person before and now that they were in their predicament, she felt herself getting angry. It meant that Becky wasn’t very good at her job because this criminal was still on the loose!
“Hehehe yes! This pathetic girl actually tried to stop me, and she failed. I was so disappointed. I was having a good time playing with my victim and she was about to give her jewelry to me, but this deputy interrupted me and tried to catch me. She is too slow! Hahaha Now, here I am!” the thief responded. She could tell that Donna was surprised that Becky never told her about her, so she wanted to use it to her advantage. Then an idea went through her mind, and it was time to make both of them suffer. “I got an idea…..” she said aloud.
“Becky? You saw her before? You didn’t arrest her?” Donna asked. She felt her anger rising because that red-headed woman failed to apprehend that intruder and now she could pay the consequences for that failure.
Becky really felt embarrassed being asked that question because it reminded her how close she was to capturing this woman. She could also hear the tone in Donna’s voice and knew the arrogant woman was going to be angry at her. “She barely got away! I had her in muh clutches, and she escaped. I apologize….” she said.
“Hehehe yes, she ALMOST had me. But now, enough talk. Donna? I am giving you this last opportunity to give up the valuables, or I will have to take drastic measures. I think this idiot on the bed already knows what that means.” the thief threatened. It was finally time to execute her torture plan and wanted to see how Donna responded. She then smacked Becky’s ass and heard her whimper.
Becky shrieked when she felt her rear end getting slapped and grew very nervous. She heard every word the thief said and knew exactly what she meant. She closed her eyes and prayed that something could happen so she could escape. She didn’t want to blurt out what the thief intended to do, because it might scare Donna. She wondered what Donna was going to do because those jewels were worth a major fortune.
“W-What are you going to do to me?” Donna asked. She really felt nervous because this intruder appeared to want to harm her. She looked at Becky quivering on the bed and wondered what kind of torture this person would do. She really didn’t want to be tortured because she knew how delicate her body was.
“Tell me where the jewels are, and you don’t have to worry. Hehehe So, are you ready to give them to me?” the thief asked. She got excited and now it was time to torture these women because she already knew what Donna was going to say.
“I-I can’t!!! Just leave us alone!! Well, at least let me go! You can have her for all I care.” Donna yelled out. She was now in self-preservation mode and didn’t care what happened to Becky. If it meant Becky would suffer so that she wouldn’t, she wanted it done.
“hehehe awwww…..Becky, it sounds like Donna there doesn’t like you. Well, she will.” the thief teased. She then looked at Donna and knew what she was about to do would probably frighten that woman to her core. It was a perfect idea, and it was time for it to happen. “Donna, I want you to pay attention to what I am about to do. Because EVERYTHING I do to Becky here, will happen to……YOU!” she threatened.
Becky froze in fear when she heard those words. She knew what was about to happen and she was going to suffer. She remembered how sensitive her body was and knew this wasn’t going to go well. She had to pray that Donna had compassion in her body, or she was truly going to suffer greatly. “No!!! Ya can’t!!! Don’t ya dare do that to me!!! Please, not that!!!” she screamed.
“What are you going to do to her????” Donna asked. She heard that panicked voice of Becky and wondered why she was scared. It was a deputy on the bed and if she was scared, then whatever that intruder had planned was not going to be good for her either.
“Just watch….hehehe” the thief giggled. She then looked over at a shaking Becky and grinned. She saw those exposed sides of hers and figured it was time to test that body. She was on Becky’s left side, so she reached her finger forward and poked that exposed area. She felt Becky’s body stiffen and then started to squirm around a lot more. She poked it a few more times and each time, the body would spasm. She also heard a sound she adored. The attempt to muffle any laughter coming from Becky. It appeared this tall woman of the law was very ticklish. “Something the matter? You seem jumpy. Is it possible? Could it be that this deputy is a bit……ticklish?” she asked, then poked the sides rapidly.
Becky felt those pokes on her left side and her worst nightmare was happening. She immediately felt those ticklish tremors flowing through her body. She wanted to hold back her laughter otherwise that tiny thief was going to really go after her. Then she heard that question and when the pokes returned, she couldn’t hold back anymore. “hehehehe stop that! Quit it!! hehehe stop poking muh body!!” she giggled.
“Oooh!!! Looks like the brave woman of the law IS ticklish! How cute! I like how you look so big and strong, but truthfully, you are just a……ticklish…..little….girl. hehehe” the thief taunted as she poked those sides. She saw Becky now trying to rotate her body towards the left, but when she did, she simply reached over and poked the right side. That forced Becky back onto her belly and she heard more delightful giggles coming from her. She was going to enjoy playing with this woman. She also thought about how far she would go with a helpless Becky. That really excited her. She then looked over at Donna who had a look of pure shock on her face. “hehehe she seems very ticklish! Now, I wonder if you are the same…..” she told her.
Donna’s jaw dropped as she watched the thief starting to tickle Becky. She thought very painful methods of torture were about to be done, which frightened her, but seeing Becky getting tickled blew her mind. This intruder was going to tickle torture Becky. Then she realized something else. The thief told her that what happened to Becky will also happen to her! That got her heart beating much faster and her mind immediately went into a panic. She knew exactly how ticklish she was and prayed it wouldn’t happen to her. “Y-You’re tickling her?? Why tickle her?” she asked.
“Because….I know she will suffer. Hehehe No one can resist this, especially women. I LOVE tickling women. The good thing is, they usually tell me where their valuables are to avoid it. So Donna, I am demonstrating what I will do to you with her first. If I were you, I would pay close attention. Because every spot on her body I touch, I will touch yours unless you tell me what I want.” the thief threatened. She then gave a gentle squeeze on the hip area and got a wonderful reaction from the apprentice.
“EEEEHHHHH!!!! Not there!!! HAHAHAHA Not there!!!!” Becky squealed when she felt that squeeze. She was now in full panic because unless Donna revealed her jewelry, she would be the one to suffer. She heard the thief telling Donna that whatever happened to her, would also happen to Donna. She felt really bad at the moment and wondered if Donna was even ticklish. Because if she wasn’t, then this thief could tickle her body for the rest of the night and Donna would never give up the jewels. She had to hope that Donna had enough mercy in her heart, or was deathly ticklish and fear would take over. She also felt a sense of duty. She had to protect Donna because that was her job. She knew she was going to suffer a lot, but her duty was her duty. “Don’t ya dare tickle Donna!!! She can’t be tortured! Ya need to leave right now!” she yelled.
“Hehehe you talk too much.” the thief chuckled as she heard Becky’s words. She had to admire the woman a little because even though she was trapped and about to be tickled silly, she still tried to protect Donna. That was going to make it even sweeter to torture her because she knew Donna was an arrogant woman and probably would let her suffer. She then got onto her knees and used both hands to start squeezing Becky’s sides. She dug in deep and now that body was flopping around wildly. She knew she hit a sweet spot and was going to take advantage of it. “hehehe you are SO ticklish!!! I think I will have you suffer for a bit before I ask our friend Donna where the valuables are.” she told her.
Becky couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She felt those squeezes on both sides, and she continued to squirm and scream in hysterical laughter. Memories of being tortured by Sabrina Alamain and Babs filled her mind, but she also remembered when Kylie Rockford tickle seduced her back at the Wellington mansion. That was an event that constantly filled her mind, especially when she was in her bed alone at night. The way Kylie dominated her. The way she tickled her all over her body. The way she ended up naked, and Kylie dominated her sexually. It was an incredible feeling but also very embarrassing. She was controlled sexually, and it was an amazing experience. She now thought her predicament know and wondered how long she was about to be tickled. The thief threatened to keep tickling her until Donna revealed the location of the jewels. That got her worried because if Donna didn’t, she would be tickled by this same thief! Becky knew she had to get free or she would continue to suffer. “HAHAHAHAHAHA YA GOT TO STOP TICKLIN’ MEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA QUIT TICKLIN’ ME!!” she roared.
“Um…no. hehehe I want to tickle you. Besides, you need to be punished after you stopped me from tickling Mia. I was going to do very naughty things to her to make her give me her jewels. But you decided to be a hero!! You thought you were strong and brave, but now look at you! You couldn’t get me then, and now I am REALLY going to get you. I got plans for you…..” the thief threatened. She kept thinking about the first time she met Becky. She was close to really having some fun with Mia until Becky showed up. She loved how ticklish she was. There was something special about a taller woman being so ticklish. Because she was always short, a lot of women were taller than her and looked down at her with contempt. Now, she had Becky wiggling around and she wanted to punish her.
Donna still couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. She saw the soles of Becky’s boots moving around and how her body was squirming on the bed. She wondered what would happen if she was being tickled like that. It would be her laughter filling the room. She would be suffering because she knew she was extremely ticklish. She hated it whenever someone tickled her at all. She then noticed the thief was looking at her while still grabbing Becky’s sides. A chill went down her spine and she gulped. She prayed she would not be the victim because there would be no way she could survive that kind of torture.
“Hehehe you like what you see? This could be YOU, Donna! In fact, it WILL be you if you don’t start talking. See how I am grabbing her sides like this? You hear her laughing her empty head off? This will happen to you. I am going to grab your sides and make you scream! I wonder how your laughter sounds. She sounds like a fool, but I wonder how you would sound. So, want to start talking?” the thief threatened. She could see the look of fear on Donna’s face. She knew that woman was frightened to her core contemplating being tickle tortured. That was such a great sign. It allowed her to think that when she did tickle Donna, it wouldn’t be long before she cracked and revealed the location of the jewels. She wondered where Donna was the most ticklish. She grinned because the longer she tickled Becky, the more Donna would panic. The plus side was that tickling Becky just felt good to her. She wanted this woman to suffer for ruining her time with Mia.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO!!! DON’T YA DARE TICKLE DONNA!!! YA GOT TO STOP TICKLIN’ ME TOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Becky roared. Those fingers on her sides just wouldn’t stop. They kept digging in and she felt those all-so powerful ticklish feelings flowing right through her body. She could already feel her body temperature rising and her face must have been so red. She still felt it was her duty to protect Donna, even if she was to be tickled instead. “HAHAHAHA DONNA!!!! DONNA!!!! DON’T TELL HER HAHAHAHAHA ANYTHING!!!! HAHAHAHA SHE IS A BAD, BAD HAHAHA BAD WOMAN!!!!” she screamed.
Donna heard Becky’s words, and she was surprised. That clumsy woman was still trying to protect her instead of just giving her up. She thought it was a nice gesture, but knew she was still doomed. Becky was laughing her head off and she didn’t think she could last much longer. Now she started to think if she should give up the jewelry. This messed with her mind because she knew just how important those jewels in the house were to her family. Losing them would be devastating. It was a very hard choice. Either she helped ruin her father’s business, or she suffered. She felt very nervous and hoped there was some way out of this predicament.
“Are you really going to listen to her? See how ticklish she is? She is already losing that tiny brain of hers. I have just started too! Wait until you see what I have planned for her, and more importantly, you.” the thief warned as she stopped tickling the sides. She saw Becky’s body go limp and she heard her still giggling a little, mixed with heavy breaths. She wanted to explore this woman’s body and find her other ticklish spots. She then snapped her fingers and decided on her next plan of attack. She rolled Becky over onto her back, her trapped arms now pressed under her back and on the mattress. She looked at her face and saw it was already getting sweaty. She saw that gap between the two front teeth and saw how heavy she was breathing. It was a great situation for her. She could torture Becky for as long as she wanted because it was up to Donna to give up the jewels. Since Donna was not physically tickled, she probably would hold out for a very long time. She knew Donna was very arrogant so the misery of Becky might not sway her. Only the fear of what will happen to her instead. The thief then positioned her own body towards the head of the bed. She sat on the pillows and extended her legs out, slightly spreadeagled. Becky’s head and body now rested between her legs, and she rested the helpless apprentice’s head on her groin, which lifted the head slightly. She then moved her legs closer together so that Becky’s upperbody was now pinned between her legs. She looked down at Becky’s face and saw her opening her eyes. “Hi there, you moron! Ready for the next round? Hehehe” she taunted.
Becky felt some sense of relief that she was not being tickled but was aware she was still in ticklish danger. She felt herself rolled over onto her back and now she felt movement. She opened her eyes and realized her predicament. The thief had her trapped between her legs. Her arms were under her body and pinned on the bed. That left her entire upperbody vulnerable. She saw that hooded mask and shivered. There was something very frightening about that mask. She wished she could see who was behind it, so she could arrest her and bring her to justice. “Please….don’t do what I think yer about to do….” she panted.
“And what is that? Hehehehe You know Becky, I do wonder why you think I am a woman? I could be a tiny man. Hehehe” the thief asked. She knew Becky figured out her gender, which was always a possibility considering her stature. She just wanted to play mind games at this point. Getting Becky confused would only make the torture worse.
“Because…..ya are tiny. Ya hands….yer evil hands look like a girl…I…just think ya are. Are ya?” Becky asked. She was confident she was dealing with a woman, but now that it was being brought up, she wondered if it was in fact, a man.
“Hmmm….am I a man or a woman? Well, would a woman do this?” the thief asked, then placed her hands on Becky’s breasts. She gave them a gentle squeeze and grinned.
Becky’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she felt her breasts being groped. She looked down at her chest and saw those dainty hands grabbing and gently squeezing her breasts. She could not believe this was happening to her and now she really grew concerned. There was one thing worse being tickle tortured and that was being sexually dominated as well. “ya…ya are touchin’ muh breasts!!” she yelled.
“Yes, I am!! Ooh, you have some nice ones too! I bet they look fantastic! I bet they have pretty nipples and are really soft. Hehehe Now, would a woman do this to you?” the thief asked. She wanted to put as much doubt in Becky’s mind as she could. She already guessed Becky wasn’t the brightest woman in the world and she had to take advantage of that.
Becky heard that question and immediately thought about her own life experiences. There were several moments in her young life where a woman did in fact touch her breasts. They touched her naked breasts too! Now she was wondering how this torture session was going to go. Would she just be tickled? Or would she be tickled and sexually humiliated as well? That really got her nervous and she started to move her body around. She even lifted her tied legs up and bounced them right back on the bed. She had to get out of this situation or really humiliating things were going to happen to her. “Let go of muh breasts!! What are ya? A pervert?!” she asked.
Donna was absolutely stunned as she watched what was happening in front of her. She watched as a helpless Becky was rolled onto her back and now put in a very vulnerable position. She was stunned when she saw the thief groping the breasts and that really sent fear throughout her body. The words of the thief telling her that whatever happened to Becky would happen to her frightened her to her very core. She did not want her own breasts grabbed and groped and now this entire situation took a turn for the worse.
The thief saw Becky’s legs rise into the air and then slam back down onto the bed. She knew the young woman was getting desperate and was trying to get herself free. She loved that reaction and the panic in Becky’s voice. Now it was time to play with her. “Hehehe what’s the matter, deputy? Nervous that I am touching these nice breasts of yours? I want you to stop moving your legs, or THIS will keep happening!” she yelled, then reached her hands forward and started to press her fingertips into the vulnerable ribcage area.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOT THERE!!! HAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE ME THERE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE TICKLIN’!!!!” Becky screamed as she felt those fingers now on her ribs. She watched helplessly as those fingers pressed into her ribs, sending very powerful ticklish shockwaves throughout her body. Her body grew rigid, and she just couldn’t stop laughing. She couldn’t defend her ribs because her arms were trapped under her. She closed her eyes as those ticklish feelings had already started to break her down. She then opened her eyes and looked beyond the foot of the bed and saw Donna sitting in that chair, tied up. She could see her staring right back at her and she felt bad for her. She knew Donna must have been scared to death because of her ticklish reactions. She knew that feeling very well because she remembered when she saw her mentor getting her feet tickled by Sabrina. Watching her suffering was very devastating and wondered if Donna felt the same way. She closed her eyes again and just continued to shriek in hysterical laughter. When the fingers probed the spaces between her ribs, that sent another powerful ticklish jolt in her body, and she really felt she was in deep ticklish trouble.
The thief continued to tickle those soft spots on the ribcage. She loved the way Becky was squirming around. She could see those dusty brown boots moving around and how the legs were rocking back and forth. She looked down and saw that face. That smile on Becky’s face made her smile because it was so large and so natural. She knew she found a really ticklish victim and her desire to completely humiliate this woman grew even larger. She could see those teeth flashing and heard that sweet laughter. She then looked up and over at Donna. That look on her face made her shiver a little because it had pure fear on it. She figured it was time to tease that woman and make her mind suffer. “Hehehe you like what you see, Donna? See how ticklish she is? Oh yes, I am going to tickle her silly! I bet you like seeing her laugh like this. I bet you wish it was you getting tickled! Tell me, Donna, do you want to be tickled like this? Wouldn’t you love it if my hands were on your ribs and finding really good spots just like…..here?” she taunted as she pressed into another soft spot.
Donna watched in horror as she heard those taunts coming from the thief. She watched as those dainty fingers were poking and pushing into spots on Becky’s ribs. She could see that look of ticklish anguish. She heard that deep and loud laugh and it gave her chills. She was happy it wasn’t her being tickled, but it could be very soon. She looked at the thief who was looking back at her. She slowly shook her head and felt her teeth chattering in fear. “No….I-I don’t want that. You…..are…are tickling her?” she asked in shock.
“Hehehe yes, Donna! That should be pretty obvious at this point. I want you to imagine you lying here. I want you to imagine what it would feel like when my fingers are on your ribs. I want you to think about how you will be laughing uncontrollably, and no mercy is coming. I want you to realize that no one can save you. This idiot won’t save you. Only one thing will. You telling me where the jewels are. So, where are they?” the thief asked. She really felt energized by the events unfolding and Donna’s response let her know that she was very ticklish. Probably more so than Becky.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA LEAVE HER ALONE!!! SHE CAN’T HAHAHAHA TELL YA!!!! AND STOP HAHAHAHA TICKLIN’ MEEEEEEEEEEEE NOOOOO!! NOT THERE!!! NOT THERE!!!’ Becky screamed as the small fingers pressed into the ridges of the lower ribs. That sent a very powerful shockwave of ticklish sensations all throughout her body and she just couldn’t take it. Her body became rigid, and her eyes were shut tight. She kept thinking about how bad this felt and prayed she could get free.
“hehehe she is so silly! If you listen to her, you will have the same fate. I am not done torturing her by any means. You have to ask yourself, Donna. Do I want to be tickled all night long? Do I want my body to be subjected to relentless tickling. Do I want to be completely embarrassed? Think about those things. THINK!!!” the thief demanded. She then moved her fingers back up and down the ribs and felt Becky’s body really starting to writhe. The longer she tickled this area, the more ticklish Becky appeared to get. She could see Becky’s face getting beet-red and unlike her victims, she didn’t have to stop. Torturing Becky was a plus because she wasn’t interrogating her. She could just torture her without regard for her safety.
Donna gulped as she heard those horrific screams of laughter. She saw how fast those fingers were moving against the ribs and listening to those terrible shrieks of laughter were really unnerving her. She was very grateful that it wasn’t her being tickled, and instead it was Becky. But the fear of that happening to her really played with her mind. She knew if she was tickled, it would be the most humiliating thing she had ever gone through in her life. The mere thought of her body being tickled made her feel ashamed because she was powerless to stop being tickled. She shook her head in disbelief and her lips trembled. “Why….why do you…have to tickle? That is just….cruel….” she asked.
The thief heard that very frightened voice and grinned under her mask. Donna was already mentally breaking down and she hasn’t touched her yet. She then slowed down her tickling of the ribs, so she could adjust her style a bit and continue to torture Donna’s mind. “Why do I have to tickle? Well, for starters, it is fun! Hehehee and secondly, it is very effective. You women can’t resist the torture, and I get what I want. I also know you won’t be telling anyone what happened to you. What will you do? Tell the Sheriff that some person broke into your home and tickled you? Hehehe I bet this moron here won’t tell her sheriff what happened to her. How she was tied up and tickled without mercy.” she responded.
Becky felt the fingers slowing down, which helped, but she was still being tickled softly. She felt her face really starting to sweat because of the consistent tickling feeling. She tried to get as much air back into her lungs as possible. Her body kept flinching with each touch on her ribs and she had no idea how she could escape. She heard what the thief was telling Donna, and she felt bad for her. She heard about how she wouldn’t tell anyone what happened to her, and she agreed with the thief. After being tickle tortured by several others, she never wanted to admit it to anyone. Only Darby knew what happened in that barn with Sabrina and she wanted to keep it that way. “Hehehehe leave her alone!! Ya got to stop ticklin’ me!! Ya can’t hehehe be this cruel!” she shouted.
“Oh, you’re still alive? Hehehehe Poor Becky, you are just so tickly!” the thief taunted. She then started to move her fingers a little faster again. She wanted Becky to keep suffering and keep that image in Donna’s mind that she would suffer if she did not start giving up those very expensive jewels. Then she thought of a fun idea and knew it would work. “Hey Donna, should I stop tickling Becky here? Should I give her a break?” she asked.
Donna heard those questions, and it went through her mind. The intruder was asking if Becky should have any mercy. She did not like Becky at all, but the poor woman was being tickle tortured and humiliated. She wondered if she should help spare her. She looked up at the thief and nodded her head a little. “You will stop tickling her if I say so?” she asked nervously.
“Yes…I will stop tickling her if you say so. But…..” the thief began. She had a sinister grin on her face under hood because this next statement would surely torture both women. Her goal was to keep torturing both of them and eventually they would both break. “….if I stop tickling her, I will tickle……you.” she told her.
Becky kept feeling the fingers running up and down her ribcage and she just kept laughing. She also managed to hear that choice, and she knew she was really in trouble. Donna had to be tickled in order for her to stop. She already knew what was about to happen and tried to brace herself. “Hehehehehehehe stop ticklin’ me!!!! Let us go!!!” she demanded.
Donna’s jaw dropped when she heard that choice. If she spared Becky from that horrible tickle torture, it would mean she would be tickled instead. Her survival instinct kicked in and she did not hesitate at all. “Tickle her!!! Don’t tickle me!! Tickle her!!! TICKLE HER!!!!!” she responded.
“Gladly….” the thief responded. She then dug her fingers deep into Becky’s ribs and saw that mouth go wide open and horrific laughter came out. She loved what she was doing and now she could just play with Becky. Listening to her scream in laughter soothed her. Her eyes then went towards the stomach area and now it was time to explore that spot once she pushed Becky near the edge of sanity.
Becky roared in laughter when she heard Donna’s response, and those fingers were really pressing into her ribs. She felt extra ticklish because she knew Donna would never spare her to sacrifice herself. She tried to rock her body a little, but with those legs surrounding her body, all she could really do was rock her legs. She felt that fear building up. She feared that she might be tickled to death because someone like Donna would never sacrifice herself for others. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP PLEASE!!! I AM BEGGIN YA FOR MERCY!!! HAHAHAHA MERCY!!!!” she screamed.
Donna felt a little guilty as she heard that scream from Becky. She watched those fingers really going after the ribs and it was because of her. She knew Becky was suffering but she just could not sacrifice herself. She knew that would be her screaming and suffering if the roles were switched. She felt Becky would sacrifice herself to save her, so that helped her rationale. She then saw the fingers slowing down and wondered if the intruder was going to give her some mercy after all.
The thief slowed her fingers down and then removed them. She heard that agonizing breathing and those ticklish aftershock giggles. She was really delighted that Becky was losing her mind and now it was time to get her ready for her next attack. It gave her a jolt in her loins because now it was time to start exposing Becky’s flesh. She reached her hands towards the buttons on the flannel shirt and started to unbutton them. One by one, the buttons came undone and when she was finished, she simply opened the panels of the shirt, and exposed Becky’s upper body. She could see that toned stomach and that pale skin. The ribs were a little pink because of her earlier tickle attack and loved the contrast with the pale skin. What she really liked was that white bra she was wearing underneath. Those B sized breasts were heaving up and down as precious oxygen filled Becky’s lungs. The thought of removing that bra excited her. She never tickled another woman’s breasts during her robbery adventures and felt tonight would be great for the first time. She planted her hands on the stomach area and felt Becky already flinching. This victim was ticklish all over and she could really make her suffer. “Oooh!!! You have such soft skin! Hehe Sensitive too!” she teased.
Becky felt hands on her stomach and she looked down. Her eyes were wide open because she had seen her shirt was opened up and now her very sensitive skin was exposed. She was desperately trying to breathe again and never noticed her shirt getting unbuttoned. Now that her skin was exposed, she already knew what was going to happen to her. “Please….don’t tickle me anymore. Ya are torturin’ me. I don’t wanna be tickled anymore…” she whined.
“hehehe I LOVE torturing you! But it is not up to me. It is up to Donna. So, Becky, tell Donna that you don’t want to be tortured anymore. Tell her to tell me where those jewels are, and we will be all done! If you want the tickling to stop, then she has to tell me where the jewels are. If she doesn’t, well, you know what happens to that cute tummy of yours….” the thief offered. She knew what Becky would do, and she got her fingers ready to tickle her all over that solid stomach muscles.
Becky gulped as she heard the offer. She did not want to be tickled anymore, but in order to spare herself, she had to tell Donna to give up her valuables. Her mind was going back and forth because she did not want to be tickled anymore, but she couldn’t tell Donna to do that. Her entire assignment was to protect Donna and the valuables. She thought she would be very selfish if she asked Donna to do that. She thought about what Darby would do in this position and knew she would do the right thing. It was her duty to protect the civilian, even if it meant she had to suffer. “Ya know I can’t do that. I am her protector. She can’t give up the jewels…..” she said softly.
“Hahahahahaha her protector? Hahahahaha you are too cute. How is that going for ya?” the thief mocked. She wanted to torture Becky, but she had to admit to herself that the taller woman was adorable with her personality. She was the perfect woman to torment. She appeared tough physically because of her height, but inside, she was such a sweet, innocent girl. She admired her ability to try and still sound tough, even when she was laughing and being tortured. “Well, I guess that means I have to do this….” she threatened, then placed her fingertips on the belly area and started to wiggle them there.
“HAHAHAHA NOT THERE!!! DON’T TICKLE MUH STOMACH!!!!” Becky roared as she felt those fingers now tickling her stomach. Her stomach was always very sensitive and after she was tickled already, the sensations seemed worse. She could feel the way the fingers softly pressed into her flesh and those feelings were very powerful. She closed her eyes once again and her mouth just let the loud laughter pour out.
Donna shivered when she heard that hysterical laughter coming from Becky. She watched in horror as those fingers were now all over Becky’s belly. She imagined if it was her own stomach. She was deathly ticklish there and if that thief got her fingers on her stomach, she knew she could never survive. She started to get really nervous because she remembered that attacker’s words. Whatever happened to Becky was going to happen to her. So, if Becky’s stomach was tickled, hers would be too. She did appreciate Becky for still trying to protect her, which surprised her. She would have sacrificed Becky at the drop of a hat if it meant she didn’t have to suffer. Witnessing Becky’s determination to protect her made her think of Becky in a good way, even if she still didn’t really care for her.
“Hehehehe Becky, you are SO ticklish on this tummy wummy! So soft, yet so strong. You got some nice skin. Some ticklish skin! Is your tummy ticklish? Huh? Is your tummy wummy ticklish? Yes, it is! hehehe ticklish tummy!!” the thief taunted as her fingers were now sliding up and down the stomach area. She loved that very cute, screaming laughter coming from Becky. She was really starting to enjoy herself as she saw how red Becky’s face was getting. She then looked over at Donna, who had a look of petrified fear on her face. That made her feel good because it meant the woman was very afraid. Once she instilled fear in her victims, it was far easier for them to give their valuables up. “This will be you, Donna! I want you to imagine my hands all over your tummy! I know you will be laughing and laughing and laughing….” she taunted.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA STPOP TICKLIN’ MUH TUMMY WUMMY!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT HAHAHAHAHAHA YA CAN’T TICKLE MUH TUMMY WUMMY!!! HAHAHAHAHA” Becky laughed. The fingers were dancing all over her stomach and even slid across the rib cage once again. She was amazed on how skilled this tiny woman was at tickling. Sabrina and Babs were more physically imposing, and their tickle skills were top notch. The fact that such a tiny woman was tickling her silly and there was nothing she could do about it really started to hurt her pride. She was so helpless. She looked through her wet eyes and saw those dainty hands moving over her stomach very rapidly and another powerful wave of ticklish agony coursed through her body.
“Hehehehehe yes, your tummy wummy is being tickled! You can stand it, and you WILL take it! You are supposed to be her protector, remember? So, unless you want me to tickle Donna over there until she cries, then you have to tell me to tickle your tummy wummy! Go ahead, tell me to tickle your tummy wummy or Donna gets it!” the thief demanded. She wanted to burst into laughter herself because her style of torment was silly at this moment. Somehow, Becky dragged out the very playful nature out of her and she just wanted to keep tickling her. There was just something about this woman that made her not just torment her, but to have a lot of fun.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!! YA CAN’T TICKLE DONNA!!! HAHAHAHAHA SHE HAHAHAHA IS INNOCENT!!!!” Becky screamed as the fingers started to really move over her skin. Her body continued to vibrate, and she was being overwhelmed. Through it all, she still felt a sense of duty to protect Donna. It was her job, and she had to keep doing whatever she could to protect her. She really did not want to go along with the thief’s demands, but to spare Donna, she had not choice in her mind. “HAHAHAHAHA YA CAN TICKLE HAHAHAHA YA CAN TICKLE MUH TUMMY WUMMY!!! TICKLE MUH TUMMY WUMMY!!!!” she screamed.
“Gladly…..” the thief said in a teasing voice. She then started to move her fingers around the stomach area with a firm touch. She pressed into the flesh and made her way towards the belly button. She already knew Becky would probably lose her mind once she got there, and as her fingers got closer, she wanted to keep making her suffer mentally. “Here comes my fingers!! I am going to tickle your tummy wummy right……………………HERE!!!!” she warned, then plunged her fingers into the navel area with one hand, then the other fingers just roamed all around the rest of the stomach.
Donna closed her eyes in horror as she heard that very loud ticklish scream. The way Becky was being tickled, and the way she was laughing, it really bore into her soul. That woman was surely suffering and all she kept thinking about was her being tickled like that. Those dainty hands tickling her stomach and embarrassing her. She always carried herself with dignity, and if she was being tickled like poor Becky, it would be not only very torturous, but also very humiliating. She was surprised Becky gave in and demanded to have her stomach tickled. She felt a little gratitude that she was trying to protect her. But another part of her brain thought that it was Becky’s own fault that she was in that predicament. She was the one who slipped on the rug and was captured. “I can’t believe this is happening. I-I can’t give her the jewels, but I can’t get tickled!” she thought to herself.
Becky started to slip into silent laughter as those fingers probed her very delicate navel. She started to feel herself slipping into complete submissiveness because of this constant tickling. She wished this woman would stop, but she also knew she had to suffer to protect Donna. It was her duty. She then went into silent laughter and felt her lungs on fire. Her body started to shake because the ticklish feelings were overwhelming her. She closed her eyes and tried to think of anything to get out of this predicament, but it was no use. She was trapped and had nowhere to hide.
The thief loved the way Becky was slipping into her silent laughter. This was a good sign that Becky was losing this battle and would soon be completely submissive to her. Her eyes then saw Becky’s chest and figured this would be a good time to really humiliate this woman. It would also be the very first time she did this to one of her victims. Her nipples started to get stiff thinking about it. She then stopped tickling Becky and got herself ready for the next phase of torture. “Awwww….poor Becky. Her tummy wummy is just too ticklish!!! I will give you a little rest. I am sure your body feels really hot, and we will have to cool it down a little.” she told her.
Becky felt a sense of relief as the tickling of her stomach stopped. She could still feel the residual sensations, but she was able to start breathing again. She also knew she was wearing down and didn’t know how much longer she could stand this attack. Her head was resting on the thief’s groin, and she slowly opened her eyes. What helped unnerve her was she was looking at that hooded mask. It looked a little scary to her. She remembered when Sabrina and Babs tortured her, she could see their faces. She could see how happy they were and enjoyed her torture. She could not see this woman’s face but had a feeling she had this smile. She wondered what she looked like. Was it an ugly face? Was it pretty? Did she have long hair? Short hair? She knew the thief was having fun just by hearing her voice, but she wished she could see the face. “Please…..ya got to stop….i don’t want to be tickled anymore. Muh body is too ticklish.” she whimpered.
“hehehe I can tell. I will stop tickling you for now. I do want to make you a bit more comfortable though. Here, let me do this….” the thief began. She then reached her hands under Becky’s body and find the bra clasp. She quickly undid it, and now her own body started to tremble with nervousness. She had played with women sexually in her life before, but this was the very first time she would introduce a sexual element into her robbery capers. She then moved her hands to the front of the bra and started to tug the garment upwards. It was time to expose Becky’s breasts! “What do we have under here?” she teasingly mused.
Becky quickly realized what was happening and she froze in fear. This thief was now going to take her bra off! It meant that her breasts were going to be exposed, and she felt ashamed. This woman, much like what those outlaws did to her, was about to completely humiliate her. “WHAT ARE YA DOING??? DON’T YA DARE!!! PLEASE DON’T!!!” she demanded with fear.
Donna could not believe her eyes. She watched the thief tugging Becky’s bra and saw it starting to come off. It was about to be any moment that the woman’s breasts were exposed. This absolutely stunned her to her core. She was a proper lady and seeing another woman’s breasts was not something she enjoyed. She had seen them, but it was because another woman got undressed in front of her. She didn’t even like it when a doctor had to look at them. Now, she was about to see Becky’s chest. Her fear then took over because if Becky’s breasts were going to be exposed, then the thief could expose hers! “What…what are you doing to her?” she asked.
The thief paused the tugging of the bra as she heard Donna’s question. She looked up and saw how stunned the woman looked. That got her juices flowing because Becky seemed like she probably engaged in sexual activity before. She was pretty and had a certain cuteness about her. But Donna, she knew Donna was a prude and probably never had sex. Even if she did, it was surely with just a man. That got her mind flowing. She could tickle Donna into giving her the jewels, but she would have to completely humiliate the woman because she was such an arrogant woman. Stripping her naked and playing with her body would be the sweetest feeling. Now, it was time to torment both of these women’s minds. “hehehe Donna! Are you ready to see Becky’s tits? Huh? How much you want to bet that they are going to be really cute? Hehehe Then we will see your breasts…..” she threatened.
Becky felt her body go rigid with fear as she felt her bra coming off her chest. She also heard what the thief was telling Donna and that made her feel bad. This thief was trying to humiliate both of them, starting with her. “Please!! Ya can’t do this. I don’t want ya to see….ya know…muh goodies. Please, can’t ya just leave us alone?” she whimpered.
“Your goodies? Hehehe Becky, you are just TOO cute! I swear, I will never forget you. Hehehe” the thief chuckled as she heard Becky’s soft voice. She really started to enjoy playing with Becky. The way she had this innocence about her, yet she was part of law enforcement excited her. Now it was time to really destroy her mind. She then pulled away the bra and now the cups of the garment were off the breasts, and she placed it above the chest, and on Becky’s collarbone and neck area. She then looked down and saw Becky’s breasts. She gasped as she looked at the two mounds. She loved how they looked. They were B size and have a nice shape to them. She could see the small pink nipples and she felt lust in her body. She really liked them and got excited that her caper was definitely getting so much better for her. “Wow….would you look at those tits! Becky, silly Becky, you got some beautiful breasts! I like them! I like them a lot!” she taunted.
Becky felt completely embarrassed at this moment. She felt her bra resting near her neck and her breasts were exposed. She knew her face must have been extremely red as her breasts were being looked at and there was nothing she could do to prevent that. Her arms were still behind her back, and she felt helpless. She closed her eyes for a moment and absorbed this embarrassing feeling. She then slowly opened her eyes and looked at that hooded mask. “Please….ya got to cover muh breasts. I don’t want muh breasts nekkid.” she whimpered.
“Awww!! But I like them, and they should be out! Ooooh!!! I mean, you really have some nice tits, Becky. I can’t wait to play with them. Why should I cover them?” the thief taunted. She loved how embarrassed Becky must have felt and she felt very powerful. She wanted to explore with Becky and perhaps start to use this more in her robbery attempts.
“Because….it is not nice to do this to me. I’m also…shy.” Becky said in a soft voice. She remembered when Kylie exposed her breasts but at least that was more of a fun time than this moment.
“Too cute! You are just TOO cute!!! Awwww, poor Becky is shy. Well then you won’t like this….” the thief cooed. She placed her hands on the naked breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. She loved how soft the skin was, and the breasts had a firmness to them. She looked down at Becky’s face and just judging by her reaction, perhaps she was innocent when it came to sexual matters. “You like this? Your breasts feel really nice. Hehehe” she teased.
Becky felt her heart beating rapidly and she felt so humiliated. Not only were her breasts bared and now being groped, it was happening in front of Donna. She was supposed to protect her, but instead, she was tied up, tickled and now getting groped. “Please…ya have to stop touching muh breasts….” she whimpered.
Donna felt her entire world go completely still. She could not believe what she was witnessing. She saw the intruder exposing Becky’s breasts and that just blew her mind away. She saw those naked breasts and wished they could be covered up. She always felt she was modest when it came to these types of situations. It was worse because there were two women being involved in a sexual atmosphere. She felt that shouldn’t be happening. With her conservative upbringing, she could never imagine engaging in a sexual way with another woman. Then it hit her. Her own breasts could be groped! Her own chest could be touched by another woman. Now she started to wonder if she should reveal the jewelry. If what was happening to Becky happened to her, she would pray for death.
“Hehehe I am really liking these tits of yours. So soft and tender. Hmmm…I wonder if I do…..this…..would it make you enjoy it.” the thief said softly towards Becky. She then took the tips of her fingers on both hands and started to stroke them underneath those vulnerable mounds. She remembered when she engaged in a sexual moment with another woman in her personal life, those breasts were sensitive. Now, she wanted to see if Becky would react the same way. She felt Becky’s body starting to squirm and a smile formed on her face. She had just discovered another ticklish spot on Becky’s body.
Becky felt those fingers lightly stroking under her breasts and a nightmare scenario went through her mind. She knew her breasts were ticklish from previous experiences and if this thief realized it, then she was truly doomed. She tried to keep herself as still as possible, but it was no use. Her breasts were very reactive, and she started to giggle. The shame of the moment did not stop her from giggling and now she felt completely humiliated. “Hehehe please….don’t do that…hehehehe come on! Ya can’t hehehe tickle muh breasts!” she giggled.
“Hehehe your breasts are ticklish, huh? Good…..” the thief teased as she continued to stroke her fingers on that very delicate flesh. She was very happy that she captured Becky. This particular victim was going to be someone that stayed in her memory forever. She had tickled so many different women, in so many different towns, but Becky would surely be remembered forever. She felt her fingers slide from the inside edge of the breasts, then slowly moved across the skin towards the outer edges. She loved how the chest was shaking as those ticklish tremors must have bothered the poor woman. She then looked up and saw Donna. She grinned because Donna’s jaw was dropped, and she looked completely stunned. “Hehehe you like this, don’t you? Donna, I suggest you start telling me where those jewels are, or this will be…….YOU.” she warned.
Donna heard those ominous words, and she gulped hard. Seeing Becky’s body twitching and hearing the giggles while the breasts were tickled deeply unnerved her. This thief had her trapped. There would be no way to avoid being embarrassed like Becky. She witnessed how much Becky was getting tortured and knew that could be her. She felt nervous and her body started to shake. “Please, you can’t do that to me!!! Just tickle her! Not me!!!” she screamed.
“You hear that, Becky? Looks like Donna over there doesn’t care that you are suffering. She would rather see you tickled, than to spare you by simply telling me where those precious jewels are. Oh well, back to tickling!” the thief told Becky. She then started to move her fingers faster across the breasts and heard those sweet giggles. She also noticed something else. Those pink nipples started to swell. That was an interesting development because it appeared Becky’s body was responding to this breast tickling in a sexual manner. She flicked her thumbs across the nipples, and they got even more stiff! “Hmmmm….something tells me that cute Becky likes what I am doing to her tits! Hehe You can admit it, Becky. You like girls playing with her titties. Hehehe” she taunted.
Becky felt her nipples being played with and that did not help matters at all. She wasn’t being tickled, but she was now being sexually humiliated. Her mind went back into those memories of when Babs and Sabrina humiliated her sexually. They stripped her naked and tickled all over her special places. They even forced Darby to perform oral sex. She prayed this woman would not strip her naked and do that to her. A frightful thought entered her mind, and she wondered what would happen if Donna was forced to perform oral sex on her! That really scared her, and she started to squirm more. She then felt the fingers returning to the undersides of her breasts and the ticklish feelings returned! “heheheehe quit it!! Stop ticklin’ muh breasts!! Hehehehe Come on! Ya got to have mercy on muh soul!” she begged.
The thief started to laugh when she heard Becky begging. She was truly enjoying herself at the moment because Becky’s reactions were amazing. She then slowed down the breast teasing and then an idea hit her mind. She thought about the word Becky used and wondered what would happen when she went to Becky’s soles! That really got her excited because she loved tickling a woman’s feet. Now, she wondered just how ticklish Becky’s feet were compared to the rest of her body. She figured she should go explore those feet and come back to the sexual teasing afterwards. Now it was time to really torture Becky. “Awww…you want mercy? I will give you mercy. For now at least. You want me to have mercy on your soul? Well, I can’t quite do that and I will really torture your…..sole. hehehe There is some good news, your cute titties will be covered.” she told her, then pulled her hands away and moved from the bed.
Becky felt the hands leave her chest and she felt relief. She wasn’t being tickled or groped anymore and she wondered what the plan was next. The thief mentioned she would torture her soul, but that has already happened. She felt complete shame in her soul and did not want her breasts played with anymore. She felt her head bounce on the mattress due to the thief moving her body. She hoped the ordeal was over, but suddenly, she felt her body being flipped over and she was once again on her stomach. She grimaced when she then felt the thief sitting on her thighs. She turned her head, and she could see the bottom of the thief’s left shoe. It was a very small looking foot, which only reinforced her thoughts she was dealing with a woman. She still felt helpless and wondered what was about to happen next. She was grateful that she was on her stomach because her breasts were no longer exposed. “What are ya gonna do to me now? Can ya let me go?” she asked.
The thief sat on Becky’s thighs and stared at the legs stretching from under her. She wanted to make Becky helpless enough because she really wanted to tickle those feet. She figured she would take off those boots first, then she could trap the ankles under her body and just have her way with the upturned soles. She heard Becky’s voice and grinned. This woman was about to find out soon enough what was going to happen to her. She then reached forward and grabbed Becky’s left ankle. She pulled it up and towards her, bending the leg at the knee. Only Becky’s thighs were tied together with rope. The calves her free. She looked at her pouch that she brought with her and knew there was more rope there. Once she got these boots off, she would have to tie the calves together. She then started to pull on the boot. “You want to know what is going to happen to you? You will find out soon enough. Now, let’s get this dirty boot off of you….” she responded.
Beckly felt her ankle being grabbed then felt a tug on it. That got her mind alerted as she knew what the thief’s next target was going to be. Her feet! She knew if that woman tickled her feet, she was done for. She tried to bring her foot back down to the mattress, but she had a firm grip. She tried to kick her other leg, but then felt pain as her left ankle was twisted. “OW!!! That hurt!!! Please, don’t hurt muh ankle!’ she shouted in pain.
“Then stay still!!! You kick that leg again and I swear I will break your ankle. Now, behave!” the thief demanded. She saw Becky’s right leg go back down to the mattress and that made her smile under her mask. She had complete control of Becky, and it was time to make her suffer. She started to tug on the boot again, and felt it pop off her heel. That was important because now she could slide the boot off and get to that wonderful prize inside. She loved the sound of those soft whimpers coming from Becky. She slowly started to slide the boot off the leg and then the heel was exposed! She could see that dirty gray sock underneath and she felt a tingle between her legs. Becky’s foot was quite large, and she loved large feet. “hehehe you are such a good girl! I am going to take your boots off and then we can have some fun.” she taunted.
Becky heard the thief mentioning that her boots were going to be taken off and fear overpowered her body. It meant her feet were going to be subjected to torture. Her feet were her weakness. She knew she was truly going to suffer. When she felt the boot sliding off her left foot, her eyes went wide, and she started to squirm around. The boot came off her toes and now, her socked foot was completely exposed. She then winced as she heard her boot hitting the floor with a thud. She wiggled her socked foot around and she started to panic. “Ya can’t do this!! Please don’t do this! It will be torture!!! Please have mercy! I am beggin’ ya!” she begged.
“Hehehehe listen to yourself! You sound so scared right now! Hehehe I love it. That means only one thing. You have very…..very…..very ticklish feet, right?” the thief teased. She loved that sound of the boot hitting the floor. She saw the socked foot wiggling in fear, and she couldn’t wait to play with it. But first, she grabbed the right ankle. She pulled it up towards her and bent that leg at the knee. She used her other hand to start to tug the boot off. She heard those frightened whimpers coming from Becky and soon, she would have both socked feet out of the boots. Then it was just a matter of removing those socks, so she could have her way with those large feet.
Donna couldn’t believe her eyes. She saw Becky get tortured by getting tickled on her sides, her ribs, and her stomach. She even saw Becky’s breasts get exposed and they got tickled too. But after listening to Becky begging right now, she knew her feet were probably the most ticklish part on her body. She saw her boot come off and her eyes even followed the empty left boot when it hit the floor. She then saw the right foot get held and now that boot was coming off. She saw it slipping off the ankle, then it came off the foot! She saw the thief looking at the boot, then she tossed it onto the ground. Now she saw Beckie’s gray socked feet and she shivered. She knew her own feet were very ticklish, and she just couldn’t imagine having them tickled by this evil intruder.
“Size 10, huh? My, my, my Becky! You sure have some BIG feet. Hahahaha Now, let’s get you ready.” the thief taunted. She did enjoy big feet on a woman and Becky’s were quite large. It meant she had more room to play with her fingers. She reached inside her pouch and pulled out another strand of rope. She quickly wrapped it around the calves and tied the knot. Now that Becky’s legs were now completely tied together, she moved her way down and sat on the calves, right above the Achilles tendon. The feet were now towards the edge of the bed, the soles upturned, and the toes near the edge of the bed. She rubbed her hands together in glee and felt really excited. “Now, let’s get a look at those boats you call feet. Hehe” she teased.
Becky felt her legs getting tied together and once they were, she felt completely helpless. Her arms couldn’t get free and now her legs were trapped. She felt the thief sitting on her calves now, which meant she could not kick her feet away. She felt the other boot come off and when it hit the floor, it felt like she heard a gunshot. Her feet were so vulnerable now. It reminded her of the time when she was back in her hometown of Sticksville, where a rival named Peggy had her feet trapped, removed her boots and socks and tickled her feet. It was the first time her feet were ever tortured and now, it was going to happen at this moment. She then felt fingers grabbing at her loose socks and she started to squirm on the bed. “No!! Not muh socks!! Ya can’t take them off!” she yelled.
“Why not? How come I can’t take these filthy, dirty socks off your big feet? Hehehe” the thief taunted. She started to slide the socks down the calves under her legs, and now she saw the Achilles tendon on the left foot.
“Because! I don’t want ya to see muh feet! Please! I am really beggin’ ya now! I don’t want muh feet nekkid!” Becky begged. She felt her sock come off her heel and now she really got scared. It was happening again. Someone was going to tickle torture her feet and she was powerless to stop it.
“Hehehe I will say it again! You are just too cute! Now, let’s see these feet…..” the thief giggled. She loved the way Becky panicked. She saw that light pink skin on the heel, and her heart fluttered. The sock slowly came down the length of the sole and she saw that light pink skin. The arch had light, creamy skin, then the light pink appeared on the ball of the foot. She then slipped the sock off the toes and now, Becky’s left foot was exposed! She grew excited as she saw the long foot. The toes were long and a little thick. The pads of the toes were light pink, and the undersides were creamy. It was a nice-looking foot and she wanted to tickle it. She then tossed the sock over at Donna and it landed on her lap. “hehehe you can hold her socks for me.” she taunted.
Donna watched in stunned silence as she saw that gray sock got removed from Becky’s foot. That poor woman was about to have her feet tickled, and she was witness to it. She saw that sock land on her lap, and she felt very frightened. She then saw the other sock coming off and she held her breath. She saw that pinkish heel appear, then that creamy arch and then she saw the ball of the foot, then the toes!! Becky was completely barefoot now. The other sock landed on her lap and now she saw those naked feet wiggling in fear. The soles looked nice, and she saw how helpless and exposed they looked. She could hear Becky whimpering and begging. “I can’t believe she is going to have her feet tickled.” she thought to herself.
“Your feet look NICE! Your feet are impressive, Becky! They look so…….tender. hehehe So Deputy Becky, are you a tenderfoot?” the thief joked.
Becky’s felt shameful as she was now trapped and barefoot. Her boots and socks were off, and this woman was going to tickle her. No matter how much she begged, the thief still exposed her feet. She thought it was embarrassing for a deputy to have ticklish feet, even though she also knew Darby had extremely ticklish feet. They were probably more ticklish than her own, but Darby was also very strong and heroic. She noticed the thief called her a deputy. That made her feel bad because she wasn’t an actual deputy, but the thief thought she was going to torture a deputy. She closed her eyes and started to pray. “Please…not muh feet….Be nice to muh feet…” she whimpered.
The thief looked at those feet wiggling and she decided it was time to have some fun. Her hands were hovering above both soles and she could feel their warmth. Becky must have been in those boots and socks all day, so her feet were warm and tender. She then placed her fingertips on the balls of both feet. She felt Becky immediately react and she grinned. She slid her fingers up the length of the soles, going from the balls of the feet, into the arches and then off the heels of the feet. She was rather impressed by how tender and soft the skin was. That made her happy that Becky didn’t have rough feet. It meant they were going to be really sensitive and judging by Becky’s reaction, they were.
“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT MUH FEET!!! DON’T TICKLE MUH FEET!!!” Becky screamed as she felt those fingers sliding up the length of her soles. When the fingers got to the center of her arches, she felt such a powerful tickle sensation tear right through her. She knew she was in trouble, and her fear only amplified her ticklishness. The fingers then went right back down her feet, and she did everything she could to protect them. She curled her toes really tight, but it had no effect. The touching of her feet was already too intense for her. She shut her eyes tight and just laughed as hard as she could. The fingers kept going up and down her soles and she couldn’t really move her feet because the tops of the feet were pinned to the bed, and the thief sat on her calves.
The thief felt an incredible surge of adrenaline as her fingers continued to tickle the bottoms of Becky’s feet. She loved the reaction she was getting, and this was her favorite part of her “job”. Listening to the tortured screams of a woman as she tickled their feet. The best part to her was that she could tickle these feet as long as she wanted. Becky wasn’t the one with the jewelry, Donna was. She looked at Donna and saw how her eyes were focused on these very ticklish feet. She knew that Donna had to imagine if it was her feet getting tickled. She hoped she could send a clear message to Donna and let her know it would be her if she didn’t cooperate. “You see this, Donna? You hear her tortured laughter? This will be YOU if you do not do what I ask. I am going to show you what I can do to you by demonstrating on this miserable woman.” she told her.
Donna watched as those dainty fingers were moving up and down those larger soles. She could hear that very tortured laughter and saw the toes curling. She saw how methodical the tickling looked. She saw how the fingers tickled the arches and got a very loud ticklish shriek from Becky. She started to regret having Becky do this job. She started to think that perhaps she should have asked for a male deputy instead. Her so-called protector was tied up and getting her feet tickled in front of her. The fact her so-called protector had her breasts exposed. Her so-called protector did not in fact protect her because now she could be subjected to horrible tickle torture. This moment became so surreal to her. That tortured laughter filled her own soul. She heard the words from the thief and now fear really started to overwhelm her. Donna knew what the thief wanted, and she wondered if she would be able to endure that kind of torture. She saw the fingers making circles on the balls of the feet and heard a very loud shriek. The sounds of Becky’s hysterical laughter were getting to her and she couldn’t hear it anymore. “Please…can you stop tickling her?” she asked.
The thief heard Donna, and she smiled under her hooded mask. She knew Becky’s laughter had to be affecting her. Now it was time to torment her a little bit. She paused her tickling of Becky’s feet so she could speak to her. She heard the relieved gaps coming from Becky and that made her feel good. “Why should I stop tickling her? You have something to tell me?” she asked.
“Because. Her laughter is starting to bother me. I think she has had enough. Why do you have to tickle her like that? Can’t you just leave us?” Donna asked. She didn’t care about Becky and her misery. She wanted this entire situation to stop. She definitely did not want this to happen to her, so she had to start trying to convince her.
“I am tickling her because I really want to tickle you! I want to tickle YOUR feet like this. I want to tickle your body all over. I have a feeling you are very ticklish! Hehe So, I suggest you start telling me where the jewels are, or I go back to tickling these big feet. If you continue to refuse to tell me, then I will keep tickling her until I get bored of it. If I get bored, it means I tickle…..you. Now, where are those jewels?” the thief asked while threatening Donna. Now that she confirmed that Donna was frightened of the tickling action, it was time to start pressing the issue. She wanted those valuable gems, and she also wanted to torture the two of them.
“Well, you can’t tickle me! I don’t want to be tickled! You can stop tickling her too. We just want you to leave. I can’t give you any jewels. They belong to my father, and he took them with him.” Donna lied. She figured she had to stall for time. Perhaps if there was time, somehow that goofy woman could get herself free and rescue the both of them. If the thief didn’t focus on Becky’s ticklish body, maybe Becky could escape. She also didn’t want to hear that tortured laughter anymore.
“Hehehe I am not leaving anytime soon. I am going to tickle her. I am going to tickle her good! Then, if you still refuse to answer me, then I will make sure I tickle you worse than her! Now, back to these feet….” the thief said. She then started to drum her fingertips up and down the soles. She heard the giggles coming back and soon, the tortured laughter was flowing. She loved how her fingers felt the contours of the soles. The balls of the feet had some thickness to them, then her fingers would slope down into the arches and then come right back up and go off the heels. She loved how tense the feet felt because Becky was truly suffering. She then loved the feeling of that tender skin when her fingers went right back down the soles. This was such a wonderful feeling for her. She had some very ticklish feet to play with and poor Becky was suffering.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YA GOT TO STOP!! I GIVE UP!! I GIVE UP!!!” Becky roared as she felt those evil fingers stroking and sliding up and down her soles. The tickling feeling was getting worse. Those dastardly fingers were consistent in their touches. She felt how they tickled the balls of her tender feet. She hated it when they lingered in her very delicate arches. Even her heels weren’t spared, and she just couldn’t stop laughing. She had her head on the bed, looking to her right and she just let her laughter out. She could feel her eyes getting watery as the tickle torture continued. She couldn’t take it anymore and if she had any information to give, she would surely give it up at that moment. All she wanted was the tickling to stop. The agony was getting worse, and she had no idea when it would all end.
“Hehehe you give up? That’s cute. Too bad it is not up to you! It is up to Donna. I guess she wants to hear your laughter. I guess she just wants to see you suffer. I am looking at her right now and she is not even trying to help you. Poor, poor Becky. Her ticklish feet will see no relief. Unless Donna wants to start talking….” the thief said with a grin on her face. Even though she wanted Donna to give up the jewelry, she hoped she would not say it just yet. She was having too much fun tickling these tender feet of Becky. She really liked how soft the feet were, and it was also payback for her interrupting her torture of Mia. She loved the look of shock on Donna’s face, and it amazed her the woman hadn’t given up yet. It made her think about Donna’s character. She really was a pompous woman, who had no regard for others but herself. The thief thought of what she wanted to do to Becky, and if that didn’t convince Donna, then she would have to turn her tickling attention on her. “Donna, do you really want to see Becky suffer? I mean, you are not even trying to get me to stop tickling these feet. I bet Becky would gladly try to help you if you were in this position. The good news is you WILL be in this position soon enough. So, will you let her suffer, and not tell me what I want?” she taunted.
Donan gulped when she heard the thief talking to her. She knew what was said had some truth to it. It was much better that Becky was being tortured at the moment and not her. She didn’t know what to do because once the intruder finished with Becky, she would come after her. She watched as those fingers just kept moving up and down the bottoms of those feet. Her mind started to imagine what would happen if they touched the soles of her feet. How hard she would laugh. How horrible it would feel to suffer. She heard Becky screaming that she gave up and she wondered how much more that apprentice could take. She then looked at the thief and she felt nervous. “Why do you have to keep tickling her. Don’t you think she has had enough?” she asked.
“What was that? Donna Prescott has some concern about Becky? I am shocked. I thought you enjoyed listening to her scream. Hehehe Here, let me let her breathe for a little bit….” the thief responded. She liked how Donna was really becoming nervous. Her plan was working and soon, she would get those jewels once she tickled the life out of Donna. She started to softly stroke her fingertips up and down the helpless soles. She wanted to give a feathery touch to help calm Becky down for a moment. Then she would pounce again and torture her.
Becky felt herself calming down as the fingers stopped tickling her feet. She desperately needed the break as she was in such ticklish agony. She felt her heart racing and her face was sweaty. She took in huge gulps of air and then her brain panicked. She could feel that soft touch on her feet and that got her really worried. She already started to feel her nipples stiffen as that soft touch always turned her on. It was her secret weakness. The sensations still tickled her, but it also brought such erotic feelings within her body. The last thing she wanted to do right now was to feel horny. She felt her toes flexing and she had the urge to start moaning. “No…I can’t feel funny right now. Not now….” she thought to herself.
The thief continued to lightly touch Becky’s feet and heard her calming down. She really did enjoy the texture of this skin and wished she could take Becky back to her place and play with these feet all night long. She saw the toes starting to flex and that really caught her attention. She thought she heard soft mewling sounds coming from Becky and it made her wonder. She let her fingers start to drift towards those long, thick toes and she heard a very soft giggle. That made her smile because she once again heard that ticklish sound. “Hmmmm….do you have ticklish toes, Becky?” she asked.
Becky felt those fingers near her toes and the tickling feelings came back. It was bothering her mind because she almost gave away her arousal. She was so close to moaning loudly and that would probably inspire the thief to tickle her sexually. Her breasts were already played with, and she didn’t want to be sexually humiliated. The bad thing was that the tickling feelings were getting stronger and now her toes were in danger. Her toes were always very ticklish and now they were going to be tickled. “Hehehehehe stop ticklin’ muh feet!!! Stop it please! I am beggin’ ya!!! Hehehehehe I can’t take it anymore!” she pleaded.
The thief smiled when she heard Becky begging once again. She then moved her fingers even closer to the toes and saw them curl tightly. She could even see those natural nails from how tight the curls were. She wanted to tickle those toes and now it was time to get in there. She then tickled the balls of the feet again and then went back into the arches. As soon as she saw the toes open up again, she moved her fingers quickly and got to those delicate undersides. “Gotcha!!! Your toes are all mine!” she said with excitement.
Donna shivered in terror when she saw the toes now being tickled. She heard that panicked voice of Becky again and she knew the poor woman was in sheer agony. She had no idea how Becky was still conscious at this point. She knew if it was her, she probably would have passed out by now. This entire event was still so very surreal. There was a thief that broke into her home and now they were tickling the feet of the woman who was supposed to protect her. She watched in horror as she saw the fingers in the toes and could only imagine how horrible it must have tickled. “Hang in there, Becky. Hang in there.” she told herself.
Becky started to slip into silent laughter when the fingers went between her toes. The feeling was very overwhelming, and she was already exhausted. She started to feel a little lightheaded because the tickling overpowered her. There was just no way for her to escape her predicament. Her body started to go limp, and she was surrendering to the feeling. What made it worse was that there was nothing she could do to stop all this. She wished she had jewelry to give because she just couldn’t take it anymore. “Mercy…..mercy….” she wheezed as she continued to feel those powerful sensations in her body.
The thief withdrew her fingers from the toes and clapped her hands. Becky was a total mess and when she went into silent laughter, she could also feel the body go limp. She knew she had Becky destroyed. She saw the feet trembling a little and it was time for more fun with Becky. She looked at Donna, then back to the feet. She did a few more strokes on the soles and heard that cute ticklish shriek. Now it was time to torment Becky. “Yay!!! I love your ticklish feet! Now, the time has arrived. You are REALLY going to remember me forever after what I do to you right now.” she threatened.
“Please.,….have mercy….have mercy on me…..” Becky whined. She felt so tired at the moment and her feet were still tingling after that tickle torture. She felt the thief get off her calves and she wondered if it was finally over. She did hear that threat and had no idea what any of it meant. She was already going to remember this moment for a very long time. She closed her eyes because she wanted to just rest and pray her ordeal was over.
“Donna, Donna, Donna. I hope what you saw motivated you to tell me where those jewels are. If you don’t, I want you to pay CLOSE attention. Because I am about to finish that idiot off. I promise you, if you fail to tell me after I destroy Becky over there, all of it will happen to you. I am not kidding. I want to torture you. Torturing you will be very special and more fun. I like tormenting her, but torturing you? Oh, there will be no greater feeling.” the thief said as she rested next to Becky’s exhausted body. She felt her arousal growing because what she wanted to do next was sure to motivate Donna to tell her the information she wanted and for Becky to lose her mind. “Last chance. Where. Are. The. Jewels?” she asked.
UP NEXT: The finale!! Can Becky survive and...a possible encounter at Gertrude's house?
Ok folks, how did you like this part? I hope you enjoyed the character of Donna. I think she is awesome because we have encountered someone like her. She is surely a "Karen". hahaha She does play a large role in the rest of this phase, so I really hope you like her as well. Things are really picking up and once we get to the La Diabla and Darby focused series, things will get really intense. I do appreciate everyone following this saga. I hope everyone has read the entire saga that started back in December 2020. It is about 4 years later, and Deputy's Universe keeps on trucking along thank to your support! I hope you keep on reading!
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PART 4
Becky approached Mia’s front door and felt excitement. She was really looking forward to spending time with her and just unwinding. It had been a long day, but she enjoyed the company of both Cheyenne and Molly. They were very nice, and she noticed they were both very intelligent. She knew they were much smarter than she was, but it didn’t matter because they were so loving and caring. They were all the same age and that really helped them form a bond together. She looked forward to writing them letters and building their friendship. She now stood at the door and knocked. She waited a few moments and noticed that Mia did not answer the door. She knocked again and waited a few moments. She was curious as to why Mia hadn’t answered just yet. She then moved her head to look towards the window and saw there was light inside. She wondered if Mia was in her bedroom or something. She shrugged and reached her hand forward and touched the knob. She noticed it wasn’t locked. That was really strange, and then she thought she heard something. She pressed her head against the door and thought she heard something. It sounded like…..laughter. “What in tarnation is she laughing about?” she asked herself.
Becky then knocked again, hoping that Mia could hear her. The laughter seemed strong, and it was odd that she would laugh so hard. She wondered if someone else was there and made Mia laugh. She was hoping to spend time alone with Mia, but if someone else was there, it would probably make a better poker game. She then checked the doorknob again and noticed the door was not closed all the way and it opened! That made her nervous because she was not supposed to walk into someone’s home uninvited. But opening the door made that laugh sound much more distinct. It sounded very strong, and she was too curious to not go investigate. She slowly opened the door and walked inside. She looked around and there was no trace of anyone, but that strong laughter was coming from the bedroom area. She called out to Mia, but she didn’t respond. It was just that laughter happening and now she started to giggle herself. The laughter sounded very cute, and she wondered who was making her laugh so hard. She walked over to the bedroom and the door was slightly ajar. Becky giggled to herself because she expected to see Mia laughing and she wondered what she could possibly be laughing at so hard. She looked inside the room and then she was stunned! She saw a pair of feet sticking out from under someone’s legs and it appeared the person was touching one of the feet. She also saw the person was wearing black clothing and had a hooded mask! It looked like Mia was being tickled! She opened the door wide and went inside the room. “WHAT IN TARNATION IS HAPPENING HERE???” she yelled.
The thief heard the door open and then she looked up. Standing before her was a very tall woman with freckles and a gap in her two front teeth. She stopped tickling Mia’s toes, and her heart raced. Someone had caught her tickling Mia and now she was in trouble! “Who the hell are you?!” she shouted.
“BECKY!!! HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!!!” Mia screamed. She was losing her mind being tickled between her toes when she heard Becky come into the room and yell. This was her chance to escape, and she wasted no time calling out for help.
Becky heard the cries for help and then it dawned on her. This intruder was the tickling thief!! She finally got to see who it was, and this was her big chance to arrest this person and end their crime spree. She saw the very small stature of the thief and because the clothes were not tight fitting, she couldn’t make out features, such as breasts, to determine the gender. She saw the hands and they were dainty like a woman, but it could have been a small man. Her adrenaline spiked and this was her moment to not only rescue her friend, but to save the rest of Plotsville from the tickling thief! “STOP! IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!!! Let go of her foot and put yer arms up in the air! Ya are under arrest!!!” she shouted.
The thief looked at Becky and realized she must have been a deputy. She heard about a heroic female deputy in this town and wondered if this was the legendary Darby Reeves. She was tall and had red hair just like the description of Darby was. Then she remembered hearing what Mia said. Mia called her “Becky”, so this wasn’t Darby, and that gave her some relief. She did not want to take any chances however, and knew she had to escape. She let go of Mia’s feet and tried to figure out an escape plan. “You won’t be taking me in! hehehe You may have spoiled my fun, but this town hasn’t heard the last of me!” she challenged, then stood up on the bed.
Becky saw the thief standing on the bed and the person was definitely short. Just the way the thief was standing, she felt it was a woman. The feet even looked small. That was even better because a woman would be easier to take down. She got herself in a ready position, ready to lunge towards her and tackle her. She then gritted her teeth, and then with determination she lunged forward, her arms wide open to wrap around the woman and bring her down on the bed. She then realized she missed completely and was surprised. The thief did a flip over her flying body, and she crashed onto the bed. “What the?” Becky called out as she bounced on the mattress.
The thief landed on her feet on the floor and looked back towards the bed. She saw Becky lying on the bed, and Mia right next to her. She got one last glimpse at Mia’s barefeet, and then Becky’s boots and she waved at Becky. “Till next time. Hehehehe” she said, then scampered out of the room to escape through the front door.
Becky tried to get up off the bed when she saw the thief waving at her. She was frustrated that she missed her tackling attempt, and the thief left really fast. She managed to get off the bed and then ran back into the living room. She saw the front door open and when she went to look outside, there was no sign of the thief anyway. “DAGNABBIT!!! I HAD HER!” she screamed out.
Mia felt her emotions starting to boil over as she was rescued. The feeling of finally being freed got to her. She tried to hold her tears of joy back and then she heard Becky enter the room. “Becky….Becky….” she whimpered.
Becky came back into the room and saw that Mia was still on her stomach, her hands tied behind her back and her thighs were tied together. She could see the bottoms of her naked feet and started to feel for her. She heard her calling her name and it was time to set her free. She got on the bed and started to undo the ropes around the wrists. Once they got free, she then went to the legs and started to untie those ropes. Once she finished, she patted Mia on her back and leaned her head close. “Ya are safe now, Mia.” she whispered.
Mia felt her limbs finally free, and she slowly turned over onto her back. Her face was sweaty, and she felt tired, but also very relieved. She saw Becky on her bed, and she was never happier than seeing that face. She then sat up and wrapped her arms around her in a grateful hug. “Thank you! Thank you so much for saving me, Becky!” she said with gratitude.
Becky felt good inside as she got to save someone from the tickling thief. She wished she could have saved Julie and Sandra, and also the other women that were tied up and tickled. She patted Mia on the back and then the hug was released. “Are ya alright? The thief got away, but ya are free now. What happened?” she told her.
“They got away? I-I can’t believe that happened to me. I got home and I guess I didn’t pay close attention to my surroundings. Because all of the sudden, this person was in my living room and attacked me. They tied me up and then….then they wanted to know where my jewelry was. I don’t have any except for this necklace around my neck. They didn’t believe me, and then they took of my boots and socks and…..you know. Tortured me.” she said in a soft voice. She started to recount what took place and realized just how much she was tortured.
“That is incredible. Sorry that had to happened to ya. Was she ticklin’ your feet? I thought I heard ya laughing.” Becky asked. She wanted to get all the details to confirm the attacker was in fact the tickling thief.
“You think that was a woman? I guess that makes sense. She wasn’t very big, so yeah, it must have been.” Mia said as she thought about the stature of her attacker. She did notice the person was small and the voice did sound more feminine than masculine. She then thought about Becky’s question, and she felt shy. “Yeah….she was tickling my feet to get me to admit where my valuables are. You know I am really ticklish on my feet.” she admitted.
“I know. I feel bad for ya. I came inside when I heard ya laughing. Yer front door wasn’t closed all the way. I wonder if that is how they got in.” Becky mused. She knew Mia was the seventh victim of this thief and that made her determined to find her and apprehend her. She was especially invested in finding this woman because now she attacked a really good friend of hers. “I have to find her. She attacked other women in Plotsville. I am gonna find this ticklin’ thief!” she announced.
Mia was stunned to hear that other women were attacked by this tickling thief. She could only imagine their terror because she experienced the same thing. She started to feel scared and wondered if the thief would return and try to torture her again. “She has attacked others??? Oh my goodness! They were tickled just like me?” she asked.
Becky felt bad because she let someone else know some of the details of the previous attacks. She was supposed to keep the other victims’ tickle tortures a secret. She had to let Mia know not to go around telling folks that some thief was tickling women. “Yeah, she has. Say Mia, can ya not tell anyone about the ticklin’ part? The other victims don’t want anyone to know they were tickled. They feel so embarrassed, ya know?” she asked politely.
“I understand! Because I don’t want all of Plotsville to know I was tickled either. Don’t worry, you can trust me. Becky, I am really scared right now. What if she returns and tries to torture me again? I don’t think I would survive!” Mia told her. She was really feeling scared and if the thief was still loose, she could still be a target since she lived alone.
“Don’t ya worry, Mia. I don’t think she will try again, but just in case, can ya stay with a friend for a few days? I am gonna find this woman and bring her to justice! It might take a few days though.” Becky asked. She wanted Mia to be safe because she understood the fear she had right now. She couldn’t have Mia stay with her because her own home was a rented bedroom from a family in Plotsville. She had to save enough money for a house of her own.
“I guess I could stay with Gertrude or Mandy. Probably Gertrude because I don’t want Mandy to know I was tickle tortured. I just hope she doesn’t tickle me too.” Mia quipped. She then hugged Becky once again and felt safe in her arms. She then gave her a kiss on the right cheek and felt incredibly grateful. “Thank you for saving me. If you didn’t come in when you did, who knows how far she would have tortured me.” she whispered into Becky’s right ear.
“I am glad to help ya. Hey, how about I stay the night here and you can go to Gertrude’s tomorrow? I want to keep ya company and it is getting too late to disturb our friend. Ya wanna play some cards?” Becky asked with a smile. She wanted to try and comfort Mia. She already planned to spend a few hours with her, so she might as well stay the night. She saw the smile on Mia’s pretty face, and she felt good inside. She also thought that tomorrow, she was really going to start to investigate and try to put together ideas on how to catch this thief. There were now seven victims and there had to be some kind of pattern among them all. She truly believed if she could capture this woman, she could become a deputy!
THE NEXT DAY
Becky was preparing to leave Mia’s house in the early morning. Mia was resting in her bed, and she saw that she was still comfortable. She slept in the same bed as Mia, but nothing physical happened between them. When she woke up, it was still dark outside, and she kept playing the events of the previous night in her head. She thought about Mia’s cute laughter and when she saw her, she saw that thief sitting on her legs and was tickling her feet. It was such a surreal view. The way the woman was playing with those long toes and that hysterical laughter. She thought about the thief herself. She got a good look at her when the thief was standing on the bed. She could see how tall she was and had a very thin build. She was also very agile because she did a flip over her tackling body and landed on her feet. Becky knew this was going to be a difficult challenge because she couldn’t see any identifying physical attributes except those small, dainty hands. The nails were trimmed and that was the only thing she could see. That gray hooded mask covered the woman’s face, so she couldn’t see the hair. If it was long or short. If it was blond, brown, red or black. She had no idea what the facial features were. She started to think that the woman was someone in town. Someone who had knowledge of the houses and knew how to break in. She wondered how the victims were chosen. She could not sleep, and now it was time to go to the Sheriff’s station. She wanted to start working on the case and find something. She saw Mia looking at her and she smiled. “Good mornin’ to ya! I hope ya got some good rest. I am about to head off to work now. Are ya going to be ok?” she asked.
Mia saw Becky standing there and she felt proud and grateful to her. She knew how heroic Darby was and she had a crush on the deputy. But after Becky rescued her, she felt confident in her abilities as well. She remembered all the heroics she did in Mexico and could tell Becky was finding herself. She nodded her head when she heard those words and smiled. “Yes, I will be ok. I hope you can find that thief and bring her to justice. I believe in you and know you will apprehend her, Deputy Becky Lockhart.” she told her with a wink.
Becky wished she was wearing her cowboy hat because she wanted to tip it towards Mia for saying that about her. She felt excited and really proud at the moment. She then stood very rigidly and saluted Mia. “At yer service! I promise ya, I won’t let ya down!” she shouted.
Mia giggled when she saw Becky saluting. She loved how passionate she was about becoming a deputy. She thought about how heroic she was against Thalia and her gang, and it was because of her leadership, they were all set free. She felt confident that Becky would find the woman who attacked her. She smiled at her friend and knew she had to go. “Thank you. Good luck today. I have to go to work later, so I hope to see you again soon. Besides, I still have to beat you at cards. You got lucky last night. Hehehe” she giggled.
“I will be sure to beat ya again. Hehehehe Good day, Mia. I will see you later.” Becky said, then walked out of the bedroom. She had a bounce in her step as she walked through the living room and then out of the door. She was really excited to get to the Sheriff’s station and begin her investigation. She also wanted to make Darby and Sheriff Dickerson very proud. She continued to walk to work and when she finally made it to the Sheriff’s station, she eagerly went to her desk and started to look at the notes she kept about the thief. She then forgot to tell Mia to fill out an official report, so she could be added to the files. She then found her pencil and began to scribble down what she saw last night. It was just the beginning of the day, and she had work to do!
LATER THAT AFTERNOON
Becky was still working on her files as well as other reports she had to do for the station. She looked over all the victims and tried to find a pattern. As she poured over her notes, she heard voices in the station. She looked up from her desk and saw two people walking in. They both wore very fancy clothes, and she wondered who they were. Then she saw their faces and recognized them. It was Ulysses Prescott and his daughter Donna. She wondered why they were here, and she saw them go into Sheriff Dickerson’s office. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she got up from her desk and walked over to try and eavesdrop. She saw Deputy George looking at her and she smiled. “I am tryin’ to see what they want. Hehe” she said in a very soft voice.
“Welcome Mr. Prescott! What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Sheriff Dickerson asked as he saw the man sitting down in the chair across his desk. He saw the fancy suit he was wearing and then he saw his daughter sitting down, wearing an olive color fancy dress. They both looked like they were on their way to a play or something. He knew about how much Mr. Prescott had invested in his business in Plotsville, so he had to treat him a special way.
“Sheriff Dickerson, as always, it is a pleasure to see you. I wanted to speak to you today. I will be leaving town for a few days. I have some business to attend to in Boston.” Ulysses said as he sat across from the noble sheriff.
“That sounds fabulous. I sure hope your trip will be very successful. Was there something you needed from me?” Sheriff Dickerson asked.
“Yes, I wanted to pay you a visit that my wife Lena and I will be traveling, but Donna here will stay. I was wondering if you could have someone watch over her while we are gone. We have a very rare ruby in the house, and I don’t want to take it with me. It is in a safe, and only we know the combination. Since my daughter will be herself, I want to make sure someone watches over her and protect her and that ruby. Do you have a deputy that would be willing to be her protector for a week?” Ulysses asked.
“Father! I don’t need some man in our home watching over me. I can take care of myself!” Donna said, then stuck her nose in the air as she felt the entire reasoning was insulting. She felt she could handle herself and didn’t want some strange man in the house with her.
“Donna, it is not safe dear. If everyone was home, then I would feel better. But you by yourself just invites someone to come harm you. We both know you are not the most well-liked woman in town.” Ulysses told her. He knew how arrogant his daughter was. She was similar to his wife and knew how snobby they both could be. He was a kind man, and married Lena because she did demonstrate some caring in her heart. He loved his daughter with all of his heart, but he knew what kind of person she was. He knew she probably made a few enemies in town, just like she did when they lived in Boston. He wanted to make sure she would be safe.
“Father, I know you are concerned, but I will be ok. I know these heathens that live in this town don’t like me, but it doesn’t matter. I am better than them and they know better than to mess with a Prescott!” Donna said in response. She knew her father was right, but she wanted to show she could handle herself. Her mother taught her well and she felt that she could handle any situation.
“I guess I could lend a deputy to watch over her. We want to make sure Donna, and your valuables are well protected.” Sheriff Dickerson added. He could see the frustration on Ulysses Prescott’s face and felt bad for him. He heard reports about both Lena and Donna Prescott and the disturbances they have caused. He still felt a duty to protect them and was willing to send a deputy to watch over them.
“That is MISS PRESCOTT to you, Sheriff. Now, I don’t want to be mean, but your deputies seem…..how can I put this? Grubby. I am sure they are very talented at what they do, but I don’t think they deserve to be near me. If they are willing to stay outside, then I would be ok with that.” Donna chimed in. She saw every deputy in this station, and she didn’t like any of them. Mainly because they were the ones who always told her to mind her business whenever she berated someone else.
Sheriff Dickerson wanted to put this snobby young woman in her place, but her father was here, and he had to maintain some decorum. Then he noticed that Becky was nearby, trying to eavesdrop. He could see the top of her head peeking up from the window of his office and he wanted to laugh. He should have reprimanded her, but then an idea hit him. If Donna didn’t want any male deputy to protect her, perhaps he could use Becky instead. That way, he still had full use of his deputies without having to use one to watch over the Prescott house. “Ok, I hear your point of view. How about this? I could use one of my females to watch over you. I think someone is absolutely perfect for the job. I think Becky Lockhart would do an amazing job watching over you and you will feel safe.” he told her.
“Becky Lockhart? Is she even a deputy? What about Darby Reeves? Isn’t she your best deputy?” Donna asked. She wasn’t as familiar with Becky as she was with Darby. She thought Darby would make a good bodyguard instead.
“Darby is not on duty right now. Becky has done very well. I hope you know she is a hero. She was the main reason we stopped a terrible gang from torturing fellow citizens, and she led the rescue effort. So, Mr. Prescott, with your permission, I think Becky Lockhart will be the perfect solution. You can go to Boston without having to worry about your most special love” Sheriff Dickerson told him. He was referring to the ruby in his mind instead of Donna, which made him smile.
“I like that. I think she will do. Donna, we will use Becky Lockhart. She will protect you. Now, be nice to her. Ok?” Ulysses smiled. He heard of Becky and her exploits so he figured she would do in this case.
“Then it is settled. One moment…..” Sheriff Dickerson said, then stood up from his desk. He made his way to the door and opened it. He then saw Becky scurrying away and he smiled. He knew that she left because she was caught. He shook his head, then decided to call out to her. “Becky? Can you come to my office please?” he called.
Becky felt her heart racing because the Sheriff opened the door, and she didn’t want to get caught eavesdropping. She then heard the Sheriff calling for her and she slowly started to walk back to his office. “Hiya Sheriff! Ya wanted to talk to me?” she said with a smile.
“Yes, come into my office and have a seat. I have a special assignment for you.” Sheriff Dickerson told her, then went back into his office. He sat back down at his desk and watched as Becky entered. He watched her sit down next to Donna and took a deep breath. “Becky, this is Mr. Ulysses Prescott and his daughter, Donna Prescott.” he told her.
“Nice to meet ya both! I am Becky Lockhart and I…..” Becky tried to say when she was interrupted.
“We know your name. Now pay attention.” Donna retorted. She looked at Becky and thought she looked pathetic. She didn’t like the fact that this woman had to spend time with her, but she had no choice.
Sheriff Dickerson heard those words, and it took everything in his power to not yell at Donna, but he had to maintain his poise. He then smiled at Becky and wanted to tell her about the assignment. “I brought you in here to meet the Prescotts. I have a special assignment for you. Mr. Prescott is leaving out of town today and he needs someone to protect his daughter. They also have some very valuable jewels there. Mr. Prescott and his lovely wife will be gone for a few days, so you can stay at their home. Make sure she remains safe. I know you will do a good job. You can meet her there in a few hours.” he explained.
“I got an assignment?! I will gladly do it! Becky Lockhart ready for duty!!!!” Becky shouted. She then stood up from her chair and her body went rigid as she started to salute the Sheriff and towards the Prescotts. She wanted to do a great job and show she could do bodyguard work. Plus, with a thief running around out there, she might have to protect Donna just in case.
Donna rolled her eyes as she saw Becky standing up and saluting her. She thought she was a major dunce, and she took a deep sigh. “I guess I have no choice. Listen silly woman, you better do a good job.” she huffed.
“Ya betcha! Ya will be safe and sound under muh watchful eye!” Becky said with a huge grin. She wanted to take this assignment seriously and continue to prove that she could be a deputy.
Sheriff Dickerson couldn’t help but smile as he saw how excited Becky was. He did have confidence in her because if she was able to help stop someone like Thalia, surely, she could make sure this pompous woman would be safe in her own home. Then he turned his head as he saw Deputy George come barging in. He looked flustered and he had to find out what was happening with him. “George, is everything ok?” he asked.
“SHERIFF!! I just got word there is a bank robbery in progress! The bandits are in the bank right now!” Deputy George yelled. A few citizens came into the Sheriff’s station to notify them that there was a bank robbery in progress.
Sheriff Dickerson immediately stood up and reached for his guns. He looked over at Becky and the Prescotts and nodded his head. “Excuse me, but I have to go handle this immediately. Have a safe trip.” he told them as he reached for his hat.
Becky was stunned as she heard the report that the Plotsville bank was being robbed. She wanted to spring into action, but she had to protect Donna Prescott. Then she saw Deputy Scott barge into the office as well. He looked panicked and she wondered if he was about to go assist in dealing with the bank robbery.
“SHERIFF!!! I just got word that there is a major brawl right outside The Thirsty Cowboy. Guns are being pulled out!” Deputy Scott shouted.
Sheriff Dickerson was stunned as there were two major events happening and they both had to be addressed immediately. He had to use all of his deputies for this moment. He looked over at Becky to follow his command. “Becky, go get Darby and tell her she is needed immediately. I know she is spending time with her out-of-town visitors, but I need her here now. Tell her to go to the Thirsty Cowboy and help end that brawl. Got it?” he requested.
“I got it!! I won’t let ya down!” Becky said, then saluted him once again. She knew she had to move quickly so that her hero could help out with the crimes being committed at the very moment. She then looked at Donna and smiled. “I will be at yer house in a couple of hours. I will make sure nothing happens to ya!” she told her.
“I hope not!!! This town is becoming crime ridden! Father, this town has CRIME!” Donna complained. She was not happy hearing about a bank robbery and a violent brawl. She was now concerned about her safety because if there was a crime wave, then her home could be targeted by the jealous people who wanted to see her suffer.
“Everything will be ok, dear. The Sheriff and his deputies will take care of it. Now, let’s go home so I can finish packing then head to the train station.” Ulysses told his daughter. He then stood up and went over to Becky to shake her hand. He liked how friendly she was, and she was confident she could handle his daughter. “Thank you for helping. I am sure you will do great.” he told her.
“Yes, I will good sir! She will be safe and sound like a baby bear with her mama!” Becky said with a smile. She then watched as the Prescotts left the office and Sheriff Dickerson had already left to go handle those two major events. She left the office, and she went back to her desk. She put away her papers and figured she would have to try and solve the mystery of the thief later. Now it was time for her to go get Darby, then head over to Donna Prescott’s house.
“I can’t believe you won again……” Darby said as she looked at the checkers board on her kitchen table. She was stunned as she lost repeatedly the previous night, and then for a lot of this day. She had organized a checkers-style competition and had a lot of fun with La Diabla, Cheyenne and Molly. They played several games and also just sat around and had great conversation. The checkers competition came up again because the same person kept beating her over and over again. She watched helplessly as her opponent double jumped her checker pieces and saw the huge smile on her face. “How did you get so good, Molly?” she asked.
“hehehe I love checkers! I love how the pieces move and the strategy. I also LOVE chess. We should play that again too.” Molly beamed. She loved games. She played with her father a lot because she didn’t have too many friends. There were times she played games with other students, but it didn’t happen too often especially during her freshman year. In her second year, she did get to play more and loved the competition. She had always beaten Cheyenne and now, she was beating Darby handily. She looked at Darby’s face and saw that look of defeat. “Want to play again?” she asked with a smile.
“I think I am good. You beat me seven times already. I thought I was a great checkers champion, but apparently, I am not on your level. Wow….” Darby said in an exasperated voice. She looked over at La Diabla who had this cocky smile on her face. She shook her head because she knew she wanted to say something. “Ya got somethin’ to say?” she asked.
La Diabla couldn’t help but smile over the scenario. She remembered how much Darby bragged about being good at checkers, then watched as Molly systematically destroyed her. It was a good feeling, and she wanted to rub it in as much as she could. She also played Molly, and she was beaten, but she knew she was an average player when it came to checkers. She even lost to Cheyenne a few times. She felt she was much better at poker, but none of them knew how to play. So, she just tried to have some fun and watch Darby lose. She loved how competitive she was, and seeing her lose to Molly was fun. “Who me? Say something? Naw, I have nothing to say. I mean, Molly did kick your ass, but it is obvious so why say anything? Hehehe” she giggled.
“Molly is such a good player. She beats everyone back at school. I never beat her either. So, I know how you feel, Darby.” Cheyenne said, trying to make Darby feel a little better.
“Congratulations Molly. You are a very good player. I have to shake your hand.” Darby said, then reached forward and shook Molly’s hand. She shook her head because La Diabla was making faces at her. She hated to lose, even in friendly competitions. Then she heard a knock on the door. She got up from the table and started to walk over to see who was there. She saw La Diabla standing up and saw her already starting to walk towards the bedroom. She watched her go in, then she went to the door. She opened it and then she saw Becky. “Becky?! I didn’t expect to see you. How are you?” she asked.
“Hiya Darby! I hope ya are having a good time! I stopped by because the Sheriff needs ya!” Becky said, as she walked into the house. She then looked over and saw La Diabla coming out of the bedroom. She understood why she did and just like everyone else, she wished she could just walk freely. She also saw Molly and Cheyenne at the kitchen table, and it looked like they were playing some games.
“Why does the Sheriff need me? I am with muh guests.” Darby asked, wondering why the Sheriff would need her. She then started to feel her heart beat faster because if he needed her, it must have been really important.
“Yeah, he wanted ya to report for duty. There is a bank robbery happenin’ and a brawl near The Thirsty Cowboy! He wanted you to go help break up the brawl while he went to the bank.” Becky told her.
“WHAT???? Oh muh goodness!! Let me get muh gun and head on out!” Darby shouted. She was stunned to hear that two major events were happening. She wished she could have the day off, but something like this required her help. She looked over at La Diabla, Cheyenne and Molly who had surprised looks on their faces. She really wanted to stay with them, but she had orders to follow. “Sorry y’all. Muh duty calls. I have to go help muh fellow deputies.” she apologized.
“We understand. Go and help your fellow deputies. We will just stay here and wait for your return. You are Plotsville’s hero, so go do what you do best. Be careful.” La Diabla told her. She knew just how good Darby was at her job and was confident she would finish what was happening and then return. She definitely wanted to see her the rest of the night because this was their last night in Plotsville before they left for Mexico to see Bella, Gabby and Veronica.
“I hope this won’t take too long. I will be back. Try not to let Molly win anymore, ok? Hehe” Darby replied as she put on her gun belt. She then looked at Becky and smiled. “Are you coming with me?” she asked.
“The Sheriff told me I have to go protect Donna Prescott tonight. I have to be her bodyguard because her parents are out of town for a week. It will be easy, but ya know how she is. She is not nice at all.” Becky told her. She knew how arrogant and snobby Donna was and hoped she didn’t have to interact with her too much. She just wanted to stay at the house and let time pass.
“Oh? Well, I know you will do a good job, but try not to make her angry. Come on, let’s go.” Darby told her, then put her arm around her shoulder as they left the house. She started to head back towards her backyard where her horse was. She mounted her white horse and took off. She knew she had to get to The Thirsty Cowboy soon enough to help stop the brawl.
Becky watched as Darby galloped away on her horse. She knew her mentor would help calm things, and she looked forward to hearing what happened. She then started to walk back to town so that she could get ready for her big assignment. She thought about bringing the files with her, so she could see if she could find a pattern and catch the thief. This was a big moment for her. An assignment that would surely help her become a deputy. If she could make sure Donna Prescott was safe, and she caught the thief, there would be no doubt she would be a deputy and could serve alongside her hero, Darby Reeves. “Ok Becky, this is yer time! Let’s make sure Donna is safe and we catch the ticklin’ thief!” she told herself.
EVENING
Becky made her way up the walkway to the porch of the Prescott home. She felt a little nervous because this was an assignment that she needed to prove herself. She was thrilled that Darby, and some other deputies were able to stop the brawl and had arrested several men. She was also pleased to find out that Sheriff Dickerson and some deputies arrested the bank robbers. It was a hectic day, but also very rewarding as once again, the law enforcement in Plotsville had won the day. Now it was her turn to serve Plotsville and make sure that Donna Prescott was safe for the week. Her assignment was to stay with her in the evening hours and check on her sometimes during the day. She was still curious about the tickling thief out there and hoped she didn’t attack another woman, tie her up and then tickle her into giving up her valuables. She made it to the front door and took a deep breath. Becky knew Donna was very snobby, but had to put that aside because she was still a citizen of Plotsville and she needed to be protected. She then knocked on the door and waited for Donna to arrive.
Donna made her way to the front door and paused. She knew who was on the other side of that door and sighed. She was not happy that Becky was her protector, and she was still upset at her parents for leaving her behind. She really wanted to go back to Boston because she still thought of it as her home. She opened the door and there stood that tall, funny looking woman in her eyes. “Ah, you made it. I am surprised you knew where to go.” she said sarcastically.
“Hiya Donna! Becky Lockhart here ready to protect ya!” Becky said with a smile. She then saw Donna invite her in and she walked into the house. The home was a nice one, there were many different paintings on the walls and the rugs covered the hardwood floors. The house itself was two stories, which was different from many of the houses in Plotsville. The two-story homes usually belonged to people with means and the Prescotts definitely had them. “Ya have a really nice house.” she said as she looked around.
“Thank you. I am sure the shack you live in must be nice too.” Donna said, then rolled her eyes. She looked Becky up and down and wondered how this woman was even an apprentice.
“I don’t live in a shack. I live in a nice bedroom with this very nice family.” Becky responded, not realizing that Donna was trying to insult her. She walked with Donna into the main living room and saw her sit down. She sat down in a nice chair and saw the gaze that Donna had towards her. She decided to try and play nice and hopefully beyond the arrogant attitude, Donna was actually a nice person. “So, how was your day? Mine was pretty exciting.” she asked, trying to make small talk.
“Look Becky, we are not friends, ok? I don’t really care about your day and mine is none of your business. I am not happy you are here because I can take care of myself. I don’t need some third rate pretend deputy to make sure I am safe.” Donna told her. She started to feel her anger rising because she really did not think much of Becky at all.
Becky heard the insult, and it bothered her. She was trying to be friendly, but Donna seemed like she didn’t care. “Why do ya have to be mean to me?” she asked.
“Because! I am here in my home with someone who probably should be cleaning horse dung off the streets of Plotsville. You are not exactly the smartest person and now I have to be here with you instead of being in Boston. Ugh!" Donna said in an exasperated voice. She then looked away from Becky and wished she could go with her parents.
Becky had her feelings hurt because this woman really didn’t like her. She couldn’t understand why Donna was so mean and trying to hurt her feelings. “Hey, ya don’t have to be mean to me. I am just tryin’ to be friendly with ya. I know ya are not happy I am here, but it is muh duty and I just want to make sure ya are safe.” she said in a sad voice.
Donna heard the tone of Becky’s voice, and she rolled her eyes. She knew that Becky was assigned to watch her and she figured she could be a little nicer to her. If anything were to happen, she needed Becky to help her. “Look, I am sorry I said some of those things to you. They are true, but I should be nicer I suppose. You are here to protect me. Can I get you something to drink?” she offered.
“I am fine. I may want some water later. I really want to make sure ya are safe. If ya want, I will just stay here and ya can go about yer business. I won’t talk to ya anymore. I am sorry.” Becky apologized. She felt bad that this woman was insulting her, and she figured she might as well let the woman be, and she would just stay in this living room and try to be entertain herself.
“Well, ok. I think we can do that. I know it is not your fault. Your Sheriff assigned you to me. Let’s just make the best of it.” Donna responded. She thought that she should be a little cordial and hopefully Becky would just stay in this room. She then stood up to go get some water for her bodyguard. “If you must know, my day was not good. I went to that ridiculous burlesque show and gave them a piece of my mind. Then I am told my parents are going back to Boston and I had to stay here in this filthy town.” she said, as she filled a glass of water for Becky.
Becky was surprised that Donna told her about her day and felt it was some kind of progress. She remembered when she saw Donna at Madam Broussard’s Burlesque show and thought about how she caused a scene. She wondered why Donna was so against the entertainment act and figured she should ask. She then saw Donna heading towards her with a glass of water and she took it from her. “Thank ya for the water. Say, why do ya hate the burlesque show so much?” she asked.
Donna looked at Becky and pondered that question. Even though she was mean to her, she kept trying to talk to her. She shook her head and figured she could at least answer her question. “That place is filled with SIN!!! You have half naked women in there, showing their skin to all the men. It is a place full of lust! I bet they have sex in there with the men! It is disgusting and any proper woman would never want something like that in her town. Think about it. These types of women attract some unsavory men and next thing you know, crime happens!” she explained.
Becky heard the explanation and felt like she should defend that show. The ladies there were just trying to make a living, and it was a huge hit for the town. More money was spent there, and it helped Plotsville’s economy. “Hey, they are just tryin’ to earn a livin’. The ladies there aren’t so bad. Do ya really think they are having sex in there?” she asked.
“YES!!! I am quite sure! If you show those men your skin, they will lose control. Men are horny animals. They can get all riled up if you show them an elbow! Those women should be ashamed of themselves! I told them they are sinners and one day they will pay a price for their sins. I bet some of them are lesbians too! Sick people, very sick people.” Donna said, then shook her head in disgust. She remembered confronting Marge Broussard and the argument got heated. When she realized she was outnumbered, she decided to leave once again. It felt good for her to berate the place and hoped more people would join in her quest to shut the show down.
Becky felt a little angry that Donna was insulting those women. She met some of them when she attended the show a day ago and found them to be really nice, especially Rita. She knew Donna was not going to change, so she decided to just let the woman spew her hate. She really didn’t like the comment about them being lesbians. She had been exploring her own sexuality and didn’t want to feel bad for her sexual encounters with other women such as Kylie. “Yeah, ya really don’t like that place. Hehe” she giggled.
“Yes, I really do not like that place. Now, enough chit chat. I will retire to my room. You can stay down here and do whatever it is you do. I guess I should thank you for being here, so…..thank you.” Donna said. She didn’t want to spend any more time than she had to with Becky and then left the room. She started to walk up the stairs and shook her head. “That woman is really strange. Probably a lesbian herself!” she muttered under her breath.
Becky saw Donna going up the stairs and took a deep breath. That woman was a handful, and she figured she might be better off not interacting with her. She then took another sip of her water, then looked at some of the papers she took with her. She wanted to look at some of the details of the recent thefts by that hooded thief, including what she saw at Mia’s house. She wanted to take this time to somehow find a clue and then find the thief and bring her in.
Donna made it inside her bedroom, and she closed the door. She sighed since she really didn’t want to be there. She really wanted to go to Boston. She then took a seat in a chair in her room and grabbed a book. She wanted to read her novel for a bit before she got undressed and got ready for bed. She had already eaten dinner and it was time for her to relax.
An hour later, a window on the second floor slowly opened and a small individual slowly crawled through the window and made it into the hallway. The person wore a gray hooded mask and had dark clothing on. The thief had entered the Prescott home and now it was time for the next victim. The thief had heard that the Prescotts were out of town and also knew they had a lot of jewelry in the home considering Ulysses Prescott was a jewel owner. This house would be the motherload and could fetch a lot of very valuable jewels. She looked around and wondered where to go. She saw a light illuminating underneath a door and knew someone was there. She smiled under her mask because she knew Ulysses and Lina Prescott were gone, so the person in that room must have been their daughter. She got excited because now she could torture her and get the jewelry. The thief had seen Donna around town and knew she was very arrogant. That got her motivated because she could torture the woman not just to be steal her valuables, but also to teach her a lesson. She slowly made her way to the bedroom door and took a deep breath. She had to play this right, and then she would have Donna as her prisoner and could really torture her. She knocked on the door softly and awaited for her victim to open the door.
“Oh, what does she want now?” Donna said in an exasperated voice. She was already deep into her novel and was enjoying being in her own world. It made her forget the fact that she had Becky downstairs. She wondered what the gap-toothed deputy’s apprentice wanted. She thought that perhaps the goofy woman got lost going from the living room to the kitchen. She got to the door and placed her hand on the knob. “What do you want?!” she said in a frustrated voice, then opened the door.
The thief heard Donna’s voice from behind the door and it was time. The door opened and then she rushed in, pushing the taller woman backwards. She immediately closed the door behind her and now she was staring right at her new target. “Don’t move!!!!” she screamed.
Donna was absolutely stunned when she felt herself pushed backwards and into her room near her bed. She didn’t expect that to happen and now she saw someone in her room, and it wasn’t the taller Becky! This person was much shorter and had black, loose-fitting clothes on, black shoes and what appeared to be a gray pouch over their head with eyeholes cut out. She lost her voice because she was stunned that this person was in her room, inside her house. “W-Who are you?” she asked in surprise.
“Hehehe your worst nightmare! GET YOUR HANDS UP!!! NOW!!!” the thief demanded. She watched as Donna quickly put her hands up and that gave her a sense of relief. Even though Donna was taller and had a larger frame than her own, she didn’t know if the woman knew how to be physical. She was happy that Donna quickly listened to her demands, which was going to make her job much easier. She pulled out ropes from her pouch she carried with her on these missions and knew she had to be careful. She then placed her hand back inside the pouch to pretend she had a weapon. “Now, slowly turn around and face your bed! Put your arms behind your back or I will kill you!” she threatened.
Donna’s heart stopped when she heard that threat. She could not believe this was happening. Someone broke into her home and now was threatening to kill her. Her emotions started to unravel, and she wanted to panic. She slowly turned around and felt her eyes welling up with tears. She didn’t know if this person was going to shoot her in the back or not. She placed her arms behind her back, and she looked up at the ceiling as though she was saying a prayer. “Please…..please don’t kill me.” she whimpered.
The thief smiled inside her hooded mask because Donna was quickly obedient. Knowing how snobby this woman was, it was refreshing to see how much of a coward she really was. She walked up to her and then started to tie her wrists together. Once they were tied, she started to wrap some rope around her upper legs, making sure she couldn’t run. It was time to have some fun with Donna and she was going to truly enjoy torturing her. She surmised that Donna would quickly tell her where the expensive jewels were, but she wanted to torture her anyway. She thought it would be fitting that Donna learned a lesson by laughing her head off. It would be the best humiliation ever. She then reached forward and placed her hands on Donna’s arms. She slowly guided her towards a chair inside the room. For this torture session, she wanted to seat her in the chair, and have her feet propped up on the footrest. It would be fun to make Donna see her feet get tormented and other spots on her body.
Donna felt herself slowly turning around and she continued to whimper in fear. She knew she was taller than this person, but she didn’t know how to fight. She was a proper lady and would never engage in any physical confrontations. She had no idea who the attacker was. The person was really small and her first thought that it was a woman, but it also could have been a man. She still couldn’t see the attacker because they were still behind her. Then she felt herself slowly moving towards the chair that was facing her bed. She walked slowly so that she wouldn’t trip over the expensive Persian rug that was on the floor. If she moved too fast, and didn’t watch her step, she could slip on the rug. Once she made it to the chair, she felt herself being turned back around facing her bed. She looked down and saw the shorter attacker before her, then shrieked when she was pushed backwards! “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed.
The thief watched as Donna fell backwards but landed in a seated position. She then wasted no time and reached for Donna’s ankles and placed her feet on the nearby footrest. She then got a smaller rope and tied the ankles to the footrest. She was happy that Donna was not wearing her boots, but a pair of shoes that could easily slip off her feet. Now that she was seated, and tied down, she folded her arms and looked at her prey. She looked very frightened and now it was time for the mind games. “Hehehehe comfy?” she taunted.
“W-Who are you? W-What do you want? Please, don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me.” Donna whined as she saw the attacker in front of her. She was worried that her arms were tied behind her back, her legs were tied together and now her ankles were tied onto the footrest. She felt really helpless and if this person wanted to kill her, there was no way she could defend herself. Her worst nightmare was coming true. Her father purposely wanted her to be protected, and on the very first night, she was already captured.
“Hmmmm….so many questions. First things, first. What is your name?” the thief asked. She already knew who this was but had to go along the same path. She had to make Donna become obedient so she would be a lot of fun to torture.
“My name? My name is Donna Prescott. W-What is your name?” Donna responded. She tried to make out the gender of her attacker but wasn’t sure. It appeared to be a woman. The hands were dainty and small. The voice sounded more feminine than masculine, but she just couldn’t be sure. She hoped to engage in conversation to avoid any unnecessary physical confrontations.
“Hehehe my name is irrelevant. Nice to meet you, Donna. You are probably wondering why I am here and tied you up, right?” the thief asked. She could see Donna already quaking and wanted to savor this entire moment.
“Yes. Um, why are you here? Please, let me go. I don’t want to die.” Donna pleaded. She saw the person looking right at her and they seemed amused. She really grew scared because someone who was amused wouldn’t care about her well-being.
“You won’t die if you do what I say and don’t piss me off! Now, as to why I am here, let’s just say I like to collect things. You have things that I want and if you are a good girl, you will give it to me.” the thief told her. She then moved a little closer to Donna, standing on her left side, but still facing her as the legs were extended past her.
Donna gulped as she heard those words. She wondered if she could just engage in conversation long enough, perhaps she could buy some time. There was someone else in the house, and perhaps she would come up here and rescue her. She knew she shouldn’t admit that Becky was also here, because then the intruder could subdue her and then she was really doomed. “W-What is it that you want to collect?” she asked.
“What do I want to collect? Your jewels. Hehehe. Before you say you don’t have any, like my previous victims, I already know your family is in the jewel business! So, I know you have them. Give them to me, and you will be free. If you don’t tell me, I have ways of making you tell me.” the thief threatened. She loved seeing Donna so nervous and scared. The woman was such an arrogant bitch, so to see her scared like she was right now worth the entire mission.
Donna’s eyes sprang open when she heard the request. This person wanted to steal her family’s jewels. That was their livelihood! This was a robbery and now she was tied down. Then her mind went to the hidden safe inside the house. In there was the very expensive ruby from South America that was worth a fortune. Her father loved that jewel and if it was stolen, it would devastate him and could harm the business. “W-Why do you want to steal from me? You had other victims too?!” she asked in a panic.
“Yes, you are my eighth victim. Hehehe You Plotsville women sure have a lot of precious jewels here. I love them. So, Donna, where are they? Make your life easy and I will let you go once the jewels are mine. If you don’t, well, let’s just say like all my other victims found out, I have ways of making you give them to me.” the thief threatened. She looked at that helpless body and wondered if in fact someone like this was ticklish. She could imagine the sheer horror Donna would have if she was ticklish. This would be a labor of love to tickle this woman until she loses her mind. She thought she would be doing this town a favor by humbling this woman. She also thought about perhaps for the first time, tickling and playing with a woman’s private areas. Doing that to Donna would completely humiliate the woman and there was no better person to do that to than Donna Prescott.
“I-I can’t give the jewels to you! They belong to my family! We need them to run our business! How about I give you money instead? That’s right, I got a lot of money here. You can have it. Please take it! You can’t take our precious jewels!” Donna panicked. There was a substantial amount of cash in the home, and knew if that was taken, it would be better than losing the jewels.
“Thank you! I think I will take BOTH! Hehehe Oh, this is going to be a great payday! Now, tell me where the jewels are, or I am going to make you do it! I like to torture my victims and torturing you would be the best thing ever….” the thief threatened then started to make her move towards Donna. She figured she would start to tickle the ribs first, then work her way down to the feet. Once she finished the feet, she would strip Donna and play with her private areas.
“No!!! Get away from me!!! Don’t torture me!!!” Donna said in a panic. She saw the thief’s hands getting close to her body and she wondered what kind of torture she was about to endure. She already knew she would be broken quicky because she couldn’t handle any pain. Her eyes went big and now, she felt her heart racing and her mind was in agony. She was going to get tortured and there was nothing she could do to stop this attacker!
Becky looked up from her papers and closed her eyes for a moment. She was looking for a pattern with the tickling thief and the only thing she noticed was all the women were alone. The homes were not always in the same vicinity. The personalities were different. None of them were flashy jewelry wearing people. She just could not understand how they were chosen and why they were attacked. She also thought about the horror they must have felt when they were tied up and tickled. Having experienced that herself at the hands of Sabrina Alamain and Babs McKenzie, she knew how humiliating it was and how terrible it was to be tickled out of their minds. She remembered agreeing to a lot of stuff she normally wouldn’t do just to get it to stop. She even had Darby perform oral sex on her to avoid death and to not be tickled. She shivered a little as she remembered that night in the barn. Becky opened her eyes and wondered what Donna was up to. She was without a doubt, a snobby woman who looked down on everyone she encountered, but she was still a person. She wondered if she should take the opportunity to try and at least be friendly towards each other. She was a citizen of Plotsville, and if she was going to be a deputy, she had to have the trust and respect from all citizens. She stood up from her chair and prepared her focus. “I am gonna talk to her and see if we can be friends!” she said with a smile.
Becky then started to walk up the stairs and thought of something. She had no idea which room Donna would be in, and she was going upstairs uninvited. She figured she would just tell Donna she was “patrolling” the house to make sure it was secure. That’s what good deputies did. They made sure everything was secure. She started to think she was Darby. How heroic she was and so noble. She continued to walk up the stairs with her chest out and put on a confident smile. At this moment, she and Darby were the same! Once she got to the top of the stairs, she saw there were several rooms. She noticed there were three of them. One of them looked like some kind of washroom. She peered over to the door towards her left and it seemed larger. She surmised that it was the master bedroom, so the final door must have been Donna’s. “Ok Becky, ya got to check on your civilian. Let’s make sure she is gonna be ok for the night. Ya are on patrol and our civilians need protectin’!” she told herself.
Becky then made her way towards the door and before she knocked, she thought she heard some noises coming from inside. She cocked her head in surprise, and then leaned her head next to the door. She heard Donna’s voice, but it seemed like there was a second voice. Donna’s voice was much more vocal, and the other voice sounded very calm. She wondered if there was someone else in the house. Donna was supposed to be alone, which is the reason why she was even here to guard her. She then reached her hand forward and placed her hand on the doorknob. She hoped she wasn’t going to catch Donna changing her clothes or being naked, because that would make matters much worse. She decided to knock instead. “Donna? Are ya in there?” she called out.
Donna heard Becky’s voice, and her heart stopped. She felt some sense of hope because there was someone from the Sheriff’s office in her house and perhaps she could do her job and rescue her. Right before she was about to scream, she saw the intruder pointing at her.
“Scream, and you die.” the thief threatened. She was stunned that someone else was in the house. She snuck in through an upstairs window, so she didn’t scout the house for any other people. Now, she was confronted with being caught by someone for the second time. When she was at Mia’s house, some goofy looking woman interfered with her tickle torture, and now she looked towards the window for a possible escape.
“Becky!!! Come in!!!!” Donna shouted. She was frightened to her core, but since Becky was right outside, she could perhaps get inside in time to prevent this attacker from harming her. She didn’t know how to control her emotions and went into a panic.
Becky heard Donna’s panicked voice and now she wanted to know what was going on. She then opened the door and went inside the room. Her eyes then popped wide open as she saw there was a second person in the room! Her heart stopped for a moment as she saw the person had those loose black clothes, and that gray hooded mask. It was the thief!!!! For the second time, she was face to face with the woman going on around tormenting women for their valuables. Somehow, she got into Donna’s house and her eyes went towards Donna. She saw her tied to the chair and her legs were outstretched in front of her and her feet were tied to a footrest. It looked as though the thief was about to perhaps tickle torture Donna! She could not let that happen! “Ya are here???” she called out.
The thief saw the tall woman with the red pigtails staring right at her. Her adrenaline soared because she was caught again. Then she realized who it was. It was the same woman who stopped her from finishing off poor Mia. She foiled her robbery attempt and now she was in this house trying to prevent her from getting her biggest score yet. “What are you doing here?” she called out.
“I am here to protect the innocent!!! Now, PUT YER HANDS UP!!! IN THE NAME OF THE LAW, YA ARE GONNA BE ARRESTED!!!” Becky yelled out. She knew this was her big chance to finally capture this thief and bring her to justice. She would end the threat of this woman tickling others to steal from them. She remembered the previous night and how agile the thief was, so she had to be careful. Her brain thought she should lunge at her again, but this time, get ready for her to do that flip. “Now, I am gonna get ya!!! COME HERE!” she yelled, then lunged forward.
The thief felt her body stiffen as she heard those words. This woman was part of the law and if she was caught, she would go to jail and her boss would not be happy at all. She knew she could dodge this woman, and her eyes looked at the open door. That would be easier than going through a second story window. Right when she prepared herself to move out of the way, she looked down and saw Becky’s right boot on the rug and it moved!
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Becky screamed as she felt herself slipping on the rug on the floor. She went careening forward and then landed on the bed, her knees clipping the wooden frame of the bed and she hit the mattress in agonizing pain. The same knee she hit when she was at the school was hit again. She landed on the bed and immediately grabbed her right knee. “Muh knee!!!!” she yelled.
The thief was surprised at her luck as this woman slipped on the carpet and was now very vulnerable. She had a chance to leave through the door, but since this woman was now in pain and not moving towards her, she could take the chance and tie her down. That way she could have two women to torture! It seemed like a risky proposition, but she really wanted the expensive jewels in this house. She then pounced on top of Becky and forced her onto her stomach. Her pouch to stash the jewelry and some more ropes were on the bed still. She reached inside and grabbed some rope. She then used her own speed and grabbed Becky’s wrists and pulled them behind her back. She managed to tie them together and now Becky was tied from behind. She then quickly turned around and straddles Becky’s ass. She leaned forward and when the booted feet shot up, she grabbed them and started to tie the ropes around those strong calves. She could hear Becky screaming in pain, but also violently trying to wiggle around. “Hold still!!!” she yelled.
Becky felt her arms getting tied behind her back and she panicked. This thief was trying to tie her up. The pain in her knee was still thumping, but she had to get herself free. When she felt her ankles being grabbed, she really started to panic. She felt her feet being forced together and she felt ropes getting tied around her calves, right at the top of her boots. She could feel the woman sitting on her butt and she didn’t have leverage. “Hey!! Let me go!! Ya can’t tie me up!!! I am a woman of the law!!!” she screamed.
The thief shook her head and found this woman a little amusing. She seemed skilled, but she also appeared very goofy. She finished tying the legs and then used more ropes to tie the thighs together. She could hear the grunting sounds, and the body was still trying to wiggle around. “Hehehe a woman of the law? I got you now!” she taunted.
Donna was absolutely stunned by the action in front of her. She had hope when Becky arrived, and now she was being subdued. She saw her getting tied up and it blew her mind. She could not believe that Becky slipped on the rug and fell forward so she could be captured. She watched the thief tying her up and if she was subdued, then it meant she was in more trouble as well.
The thief finally managed to finish the ties and now she had Becky tied up in strategic areas and she was face first on the bed. She felt a sense of accomplishment because she had just tied up a deputy. A female deputy! Now, it was time to savor the moment. She got up off of Becky and looked down at the bed. She saw Becky’s dusty brown boots, her faded blue jeans, that red and white flannel shirt and those pigtails sticking out. She could still see Becky squirming around and she felt a surge of energy. She got back onto the bed and knelt down near Becky’s waist. She saw that butt moving around and she slapped it very hard. “STAY STILL!!!! I got you now! Hehehe” she taunted.
“OW!!! MUH BUTT!!! That hurt…..” Becky screamed. Then she truly realized her predicament. She was tied up and helpless on Donna’s bed. She was on her belly and now she had no way to defend herself. She tried to move her legs and arms, but those ropes held firm. Now a wave of embarrassment washed over her because she was captured and very helpless. “Can ya let me go? Please?” she asked meekly.
The thief looked over at Donna, then back at Becky and shook her head. This new victim was so full of bravado and energy and now she sounded so very helpless and meek. It was a surreal moment, and she couldn’t believe her luck. Then thoughts came to her mind, and she knew she was about to have a lot of fun. “Hehehe awwww…..poor little deputy is trapped! She can’t go nowhere. You tried to save Donna over there and what happened? You got captured yourself. For a deputy, you are pretty clumsy. Hehehe I love how you took a header onto the bed.” she teased.
“I’m sorry….I just wanted to help the civilian. Can ya let me go? I will let ya escape.” Becky whimpered. She felt so ashamed of the moment and hoped the thief would just leave the premises. She closed her eyes and really felt terrible inside.
“Let you go? Are you kidding me? You have got to be the dumbest deputy I have ever seen….” The thief said in disbelief. She then looked over at Donna and could see the fear in her eyes. The idea of playing with two women really got her motivated and it was time to torment Donna’s mind as well. “This is your hero? Hehehe Oh Donna, things are going to go really bad. So, I suggest you cooperate with me, or I will get you both!” she threatened.
Donna was still in shock as she saw Becky now tied up and on her bed. The thief was now taunting the woman and her fear increased. She then saw the hooded intruder looking at her and heard her ominous words. She had no idea what kind of action the intruder would take, but whatever it was, it was not going to go well for her. “Please, you can’t do this to me. You have to let me go. I can’t give away any jewels! They belong to my father!” she shouted back.
The thief slowly shook her head after listening to Donna. The good news was that she was openly admitting she had valuables, so now she knew that lies wouldn’t be told. It was now about breaking her will to give up the jewelry. That really got her excited because she could have her way with her two prisoners. It amazed her that even though she was a petite woman, she managed to subdue two women who were much taller than her. That gave her such a boost of confidence and looked forward to tormenting both of them. She smiled under her mask and knew what she was about to do to them. “Well, your daddy will lose something today. You better make sure he doesn’t also lose…….you.” she threatened.
Becky felt her face was red with shame because she was now a trapped prisoner to this tickling thief. It also made her think about what could happen. She prayed she would not be tortured because she felt sensitive as it was. She heard the thief’s demand towards Donna, and the fate of the expensive jewelry, especially that rare ruby that was in a safe was now threatened. “Hey, ya got to leave us alone! Ya can’t steal anything! It is against the law!” she yelled out.
“Are you still talking? Hehehehe Oh, you moron, you are going to really pay for interfering with my play time for the second time. I will….” the thief began to say.
“Second time? W-What do you mean? You met her before?” Donna asked in shock. She had no idea Becky could have encountered this person before and now that they were in their predicament, she felt herself getting angry. It meant that Becky wasn’t very good at her job because this criminal was still on the loose!
“Hehehe yes! This pathetic girl actually tried to stop me, and she failed. I was so disappointed. I was having a good time playing with my victim and she was about to give her jewelry to me, but this deputy interrupted me and tried to catch me. She is too slow! Hahaha Now, here I am!” the thief responded. She could tell that Donna was surprised that Becky never told her about her, so she wanted to use it to her advantage. Then an idea went through her mind, and it was time to make both of them suffer. “I got an idea…..” she said aloud.
“Becky? You saw her before? You didn’t arrest her?” Donna asked. She felt her anger rising because that red-headed woman failed to apprehend that intruder and now she could pay the consequences for that failure.
Becky really felt embarrassed being asked that question because it reminded her how close she was to capturing this woman. She could also hear the tone in Donna’s voice and knew the arrogant woman was going to be angry at her. “She barely got away! I had her in muh clutches, and she escaped. I apologize….” she said.
“Hehehe yes, she ALMOST had me. But now, enough talk. Donna? I am giving you this last opportunity to give up the valuables, or I will have to take drastic measures. I think this idiot on the bed already knows what that means.” the thief threatened. It was finally time to execute her torture plan and wanted to see how Donna responded. She then smacked Becky’s ass and heard her whimper.
Becky shrieked when she felt her rear end getting slapped and grew very nervous. She heard every word the thief said and knew exactly what she meant. She closed her eyes and prayed that something could happen so she could escape. She didn’t want to blurt out what the thief intended to do, because it might scare Donna. She wondered what Donna was going to do because those jewels were worth a major fortune.
“W-What are you going to do to me?” Donna asked. She really felt nervous because this intruder appeared to want to harm her. She looked at Becky quivering on the bed and wondered what kind of torture this person would do. She really didn’t want to be tortured because she knew how delicate her body was.
“Tell me where the jewels are, and you don’t have to worry. Hehehe So, are you ready to give them to me?” the thief asked. She got excited and now it was time to torture these women because she already knew what Donna was going to say.
“I-I can’t!!! Just leave us alone!! Well, at least let me go! You can have her for all I care.” Donna yelled out. She was now in self-preservation mode and didn’t care what happened to Becky. If it meant Becky would suffer so that she wouldn’t, she wanted it done.
“hehehe awwww…..Becky, it sounds like Donna there doesn’t like you. Well, she will.” the thief teased. She then looked at Donna and knew what she was about to do would probably frighten that woman to her core. It was a perfect idea, and it was time for it to happen. “Donna, I want you to pay attention to what I am about to do. Because EVERYTHING I do to Becky here, will happen to……YOU!” she threatened.
Becky froze in fear when she heard those words. She knew what was about to happen and she was going to suffer. She remembered how sensitive her body was and knew this wasn’t going to go well. She had to pray that Donna had compassion in her body, or she was truly going to suffer greatly. “No!!! Ya can’t!!! Don’t ya dare do that to me!!! Please, not that!!!” she screamed.
“What are you going to do to her????” Donna asked. She heard that panicked voice of Becky and wondered why she was scared. It was a deputy on the bed and if she was scared, then whatever that intruder had planned was not going to be good for her either.
“Just watch….hehehe” the thief giggled. She then looked over at a shaking Becky and grinned. She saw those exposed sides of hers and figured it was time to test that body. She was on Becky’s left side, so she reached her finger forward and poked that exposed area. She felt Becky’s body stiffen and then started to squirm around a lot more. She poked it a few more times and each time, the body would spasm. She also heard a sound she adored. The attempt to muffle any laughter coming from Becky. It appeared this tall woman of the law was very ticklish. “Something the matter? You seem jumpy. Is it possible? Could it be that this deputy is a bit……ticklish?” she asked, then poked the sides rapidly.
Becky felt those pokes on her left side and her worst nightmare was happening. She immediately felt those ticklish tremors flowing through her body. She wanted to hold back her laughter otherwise that tiny thief was going to really go after her. Then she heard that question and when the pokes returned, she couldn’t hold back anymore. “hehehehe stop that! Quit it!! hehehe stop poking muh body!!” she giggled.
“Oooh!!! Looks like the brave woman of the law IS ticklish! How cute! I like how you look so big and strong, but truthfully, you are just a……ticklish…..little….girl. hehehe” the thief taunted as she poked those sides. She saw Becky now trying to rotate her body towards the left, but when she did, she simply reached over and poked the right side. That forced Becky back onto her belly and she heard more delightful giggles coming from her. She was going to enjoy playing with this woman. She also thought about how far she would go with a helpless Becky. That really excited her. She then looked over at Donna who had a look of pure shock on her face. “hehehe she seems very ticklish! Now, I wonder if you are the same…..” she told her.
Donna’s jaw dropped as she watched the thief starting to tickle Becky. She thought very painful methods of torture were about to be done, which frightened her, but seeing Becky getting tickled blew her mind. This intruder was going to tickle torture Becky. Then she realized something else. The thief told her that what happened to Becky will also happen to her! That got her heart beating much faster and her mind immediately went into a panic. She knew exactly how ticklish she was and prayed it wouldn’t happen to her. “Y-You’re tickling her?? Why tickle her?” she asked.
“Because….I know she will suffer. Hehehe No one can resist this, especially women. I LOVE tickling women. The good thing is, they usually tell me where their valuables are to avoid it. So Donna, I am demonstrating what I will do to you with her first. If I were you, I would pay close attention. Because every spot on her body I touch, I will touch yours unless you tell me what I want.” the thief threatened. She then gave a gentle squeeze on the hip area and got a wonderful reaction from the apprentice.
“EEEEHHHHH!!!! Not there!!! HAHAHAHA Not there!!!!” Becky squealed when she felt that squeeze. She was now in full panic because unless Donna revealed her jewelry, she would be the one to suffer. She heard the thief telling Donna that whatever happened to her, would also happen to Donna. She felt really bad at the moment and wondered if Donna was even ticklish. Because if she wasn’t, then this thief could tickle her body for the rest of the night and Donna would never give up the jewels. She had to hope that Donna had enough mercy in her heart, or was deathly ticklish and fear would take over. She also felt a sense of duty. She had to protect Donna because that was her job. She knew she was going to suffer a lot, but her duty was her duty. “Don’t ya dare tickle Donna!!! She can’t be tortured! Ya need to leave right now!” she yelled.
“Hehehe you talk too much.” the thief chuckled as she heard Becky’s words. She had to admire the woman a little because even though she was trapped and about to be tickled silly, she still tried to protect Donna. That was going to make it even sweeter to torture her because she knew Donna was an arrogant woman and probably would let her suffer. She then got onto her knees and used both hands to start squeezing Becky’s sides. She dug in deep and now that body was flopping around wildly. She knew she hit a sweet spot and was going to take advantage of it. “hehehe you are SO ticklish!!! I think I will have you suffer for a bit before I ask our friend Donna where the valuables are.” she told her.
Becky couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She felt those squeezes on both sides, and she continued to squirm and scream in hysterical laughter. Memories of being tortured by Sabrina Alamain and Babs filled her mind, but she also remembered when Kylie Rockford tickle seduced her back at the Wellington mansion. That was an event that constantly filled her mind, especially when she was in her bed alone at night. The way Kylie dominated her. The way she tickled her all over her body. The way she ended up naked, and Kylie dominated her sexually. It was an incredible feeling but also very embarrassing. She was controlled sexually, and it was an amazing experience. She now thought her predicament know and wondered how long she was about to be tickled. The thief threatened to keep tickling her until Donna revealed the location of the jewels. That got her worried because if Donna didn’t, she would be tickled by this same thief! Becky knew she had to get free or she would continue to suffer. “HAHAHAHAHAHA YA GOT TO STOP TICKLIN’ MEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA QUIT TICKLIN’ ME!!” she roared.
“Um…no. hehehe I want to tickle you. Besides, you need to be punished after you stopped me from tickling Mia. I was going to do very naughty things to her to make her give me her jewels. But you decided to be a hero!! You thought you were strong and brave, but now look at you! You couldn’t get me then, and now I am REALLY going to get you. I got plans for you…..” the thief threatened. She kept thinking about the first time she met Becky. She was close to really having some fun with Mia until Becky showed up. She loved how ticklish she was. There was something special about a taller woman being so ticklish. Because she was always short, a lot of women were taller than her and looked down at her with contempt. Now, she had Becky wiggling around and she wanted to punish her.
Donna still couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. She saw the soles of Becky’s boots moving around and how her body was squirming on the bed. She wondered what would happen if she was being tickled like that. It would be her laughter filling the room. She would be suffering because she knew she was extremely ticklish. She hated it whenever someone tickled her at all. She then noticed the thief was looking at her while still grabbing Becky’s sides. A chill went down her spine and she gulped. She prayed she would not be the victim because there would be no way she could survive that kind of torture.
“Hehehe you like what you see? This could be YOU, Donna! In fact, it WILL be you if you don’t start talking. See how I am grabbing her sides like this? You hear her laughing her empty head off? This will happen to you. I am going to grab your sides and make you scream! I wonder how your laughter sounds. She sounds like a fool, but I wonder how you would sound. So, want to start talking?” the thief threatened. She could see the look of fear on Donna’s face. She knew that woman was frightened to her core contemplating being tickle tortured. That was such a great sign. It allowed her to think that when she did tickle Donna, it wouldn’t be long before she cracked and revealed the location of the jewels. She wondered where Donna was the most ticklish. She grinned because the longer she tickled Becky, the more Donna would panic. The plus side was that tickling Becky just felt good to her. She wanted this woman to suffer for ruining her time with Mia.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO!!! DON’T YA DARE TICKLE DONNA!!! YA GOT TO STOP TICKLIN’ ME TOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Becky roared. Those fingers on her sides just wouldn’t stop. They kept digging in and she felt those all-so powerful ticklish feelings flowing right through her body. She could already feel her body temperature rising and her face must have been so red. She still felt it was her duty to protect Donna, even if she was to be tickled instead. “HAHAHAHA DONNA!!!! DONNA!!!! DON’T TELL HER HAHAHAHAHA ANYTHING!!!! HAHAHAHA SHE IS A BAD, BAD HAHAHA BAD WOMAN!!!!” she screamed.
Donna heard Becky’s words, and she was surprised. That clumsy woman was still trying to protect her instead of just giving her up. She thought it was a nice gesture, but knew she was still doomed. Becky was laughing her head off and she didn’t think she could last much longer. Now she started to think if she should give up the jewelry. This messed with her mind because she knew just how important those jewels in the house were to her family. Losing them would be devastating. It was a very hard choice. Either she helped ruin her father’s business, or she suffered. She felt very nervous and hoped there was some way out of this predicament.
“Are you really going to listen to her? See how ticklish she is? She is already losing that tiny brain of hers. I have just started too! Wait until you see what I have planned for her, and more importantly, you.” the thief warned as she stopped tickling the sides. She saw Becky’s body go limp and she heard her still giggling a little, mixed with heavy breaths. She wanted to explore this woman’s body and find her other ticklish spots. She then snapped her fingers and decided on her next plan of attack. She rolled Becky over onto her back, her trapped arms now pressed under her back and on the mattress. She looked at her face and saw it was already getting sweaty. She saw that gap between the two front teeth and saw how heavy she was breathing. It was a great situation for her. She could torture Becky for as long as she wanted because it was up to Donna to give up the jewels. Since Donna was not physically tickled, she probably would hold out for a very long time. She knew Donna was very arrogant so the misery of Becky might not sway her. Only the fear of what will happen to her instead. The thief then positioned her own body towards the head of the bed. She sat on the pillows and extended her legs out, slightly spreadeagled. Becky’s head and body now rested between her legs, and she rested the helpless apprentice’s head on her groin, which lifted the head slightly. She then moved her legs closer together so that Becky’s upperbody was now pinned between her legs. She looked down at Becky’s face and saw her opening her eyes. “Hi there, you moron! Ready for the next round? Hehehe” she taunted.
Becky felt some sense of relief that she was not being tickled but was aware she was still in ticklish danger. She felt herself rolled over onto her back and now she felt movement. She opened her eyes and realized her predicament. The thief had her trapped between her legs. Her arms were under her body and pinned on the bed. That left her entire upperbody vulnerable. She saw that hooded mask and shivered. There was something very frightening about that mask. She wished she could see who was behind it, so she could arrest her and bring her to justice. “Please….don’t do what I think yer about to do….” she panted.
“And what is that? Hehehehe You know Becky, I do wonder why you think I am a woman? I could be a tiny man. Hehehe” the thief asked. She knew Becky figured out her gender, which was always a possibility considering her stature. She just wanted to play mind games at this point. Getting Becky confused would only make the torture worse.
“Because…..ya are tiny. Ya hands….yer evil hands look like a girl…I…just think ya are. Are ya?” Becky asked. She was confident she was dealing with a woman, but now that it was being brought up, she wondered if it was in fact, a man.
“Hmmm….am I a man or a woman? Well, would a woman do this?” the thief asked, then placed her hands on Becky’s breasts. She gave them a gentle squeeze and grinned.
Becky’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she felt her breasts being groped. She looked down at her chest and saw those dainty hands grabbing and gently squeezing her breasts. She could not believe this was happening to her and now she really grew concerned. There was one thing worse being tickle tortured and that was being sexually dominated as well. “ya…ya are touchin’ muh breasts!!” she yelled.
“Yes, I am!! Ooh, you have some nice ones too! I bet they look fantastic! I bet they have pretty nipples and are really soft. Hehehe Now, would a woman do this to you?” the thief asked. She wanted to put as much doubt in Becky’s mind as she could. She already guessed Becky wasn’t the brightest woman in the world and she had to take advantage of that.
Becky heard that question and immediately thought about her own life experiences. There were several moments in her young life where a woman did in fact touch her breasts. They touched her naked breasts too! Now she was wondering how this torture session was going to go. Would she just be tickled? Or would she be tickled and sexually humiliated as well? That really got her nervous and she started to move her body around. She even lifted her tied legs up and bounced them right back on the bed. She had to get out of this situation or really humiliating things were going to happen to her. “Let go of muh breasts!! What are ya? A pervert?!” she asked.
Donna was absolutely stunned as she watched what was happening in front of her. She watched as a helpless Becky was rolled onto her back and now put in a very vulnerable position. She was stunned when she saw the thief groping the breasts and that really sent fear throughout her body. The words of the thief telling her that whatever happened to Becky would happen to her frightened her to her very core. She did not want her own breasts grabbed and groped and now this entire situation took a turn for the worse.
The thief saw Becky’s legs rise into the air and then slam back down onto the bed. She knew the young woman was getting desperate and was trying to get herself free. She loved that reaction and the panic in Becky’s voice. Now it was time to play with her. “Hehehe what’s the matter, deputy? Nervous that I am touching these nice breasts of yours? I want you to stop moving your legs, or THIS will keep happening!” she yelled, then reached her hands forward and started to press her fingertips into the vulnerable ribcage area.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOT THERE!!! HAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE ME THERE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE TICKLIN’!!!!” Becky screamed as she felt those fingers now on her ribs. She watched helplessly as those fingers pressed into her ribs, sending very powerful ticklish shockwaves throughout her body. Her body grew rigid, and she just couldn’t stop laughing. She couldn’t defend her ribs because her arms were trapped under her. She closed her eyes as those ticklish feelings had already started to break her down. She then opened her eyes and looked beyond the foot of the bed and saw Donna sitting in that chair, tied up. She could see her staring right back at her and she felt bad for her. She knew Donna must have been scared to death because of her ticklish reactions. She knew that feeling very well because she remembered when she saw her mentor getting her feet tickled by Sabrina. Watching her suffering was very devastating and wondered if Donna felt the same way. She closed her eyes again and just continued to shriek in hysterical laughter. When the fingers probed the spaces between her ribs, that sent another powerful ticklish jolt in her body, and she really felt she was in deep ticklish trouble.
The thief continued to tickle those soft spots on the ribcage. She loved the way Becky was squirming around. She could see those dusty brown boots moving around and how the legs were rocking back and forth. She looked down and saw that face. That smile on Becky’s face made her smile because it was so large and so natural. She knew she found a really ticklish victim and her desire to completely humiliate this woman grew even larger. She could see those teeth flashing and heard that sweet laughter. She then looked up and over at Donna. That look on her face made her shiver a little because it had pure fear on it. She figured it was time to tease that woman and make her mind suffer. “Hehehe you like what you see, Donna? See how ticklish she is? Oh yes, I am going to tickle her silly! I bet you like seeing her laugh like this. I bet you wish it was you getting tickled! Tell me, Donna, do you want to be tickled like this? Wouldn’t you love it if my hands were on your ribs and finding really good spots just like…..here?” she taunted as she pressed into another soft spot.
Donna watched in horror as she heard those taunts coming from the thief. She watched as those dainty fingers were poking and pushing into spots on Becky’s ribs. She could see that look of ticklish anguish. She heard that deep and loud laugh and it gave her chills. She was happy it wasn’t her being tickled, but it could be very soon. She looked at the thief who was looking back at her. She slowly shook her head and felt her teeth chattering in fear. “No….I-I don’t want that. You…..are…are tickling her?” she asked in shock.
“Hehehe yes, Donna! That should be pretty obvious at this point. I want you to imagine you lying here. I want you to imagine what it would feel like when my fingers are on your ribs. I want you to think about how you will be laughing uncontrollably, and no mercy is coming. I want you to realize that no one can save you. This idiot won’t save you. Only one thing will. You telling me where the jewels are. So, where are they?” the thief asked. She really felt energized by the events unfolding and Donna’s response let her know that she was very ticklish. Probably more so than Becky.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA LEAVE HER ALONE!!! SHE CAN’T HAHAHAHA TELL YA!!!! AND STOP HAHAHAHA TICKLIN’ MEEEEEEEEEEEE NOOOOO!! NOT THERE!!! NOT THERE!!!’ Becky screamed as the small fingers pressed into the ridges of the lower ribs. That sent a very powerful shockwave of ticklish sensations all throughout her body and she just couldn’t take it. Her body became rigid, and her eyes were shut tight. She kept thinking about how bad this felt and prayed she could get free.
“hehehe she is so silly! If you listen to her, you will have the same fate. I am not done torturing her by any means. You have to ask yourself, Donna. Do I want to be tickled all night long? Do I want my body to be subjected to relentless tickling. Do I want to be completely embarrassed? Think about those things. THINK!!!” the thief demanded. She then moved her fingers back up and down the ribs and felt Becky’s body really starting to writhe. The longer she tickled this area, the more ticklish Becky appeared to get. She could see Becky’s face getting beet-red and unlike her victims, she didn’t have to stop. Torturing Becky was a plus because she wasn’t interrogating her. She could just torture her without regard for her safety.
Donna gulped as she heard those horrific screams of laughter. She saw how fast those fingers were moving against the ribs and listening to those terrible shrieks of laughter were really unnerving her. She was very grateful that it wasn’t her being tickled, and instead it was Becky. But the fear of that happening to her really played with her mind. She knew if she was tickled, it would be the most humiliating thing she had ever gone through in her life. The mere thought of her body being tickled made her feel ashamed because she was powerless to stop being tickled. She shook her head in disbelief and her lips trembled. “Why….why do you…have to tickle? That is just….cruel….” she asked.
The thief heard that very frightened voice and grinned under her mask. Donna was already mentally breaking down and she hasn’t touched her yet. She then slowed down her tickling of the ribs, so she could adjust her style a bit and continue to torture Donna’s mind. “Why do I have to tickle? Well, for starters, it is fun! Hehehee and secondly, it is very effective. You women can’t resist the torture, and I get what I want. I also know you won’t be telling anyone what happened to you. What will you do? Tell the Sheriff that some person broke into your home and tickled you? Hehehe I bet this moron here won’t tell her sheriff what happened to her. How she was tied up and tickled without mercy.” she responded.
Becky felt the fingers slowing down, which helped, but she was still being tickled softly. She felt her face really starting to sweat because of the consistent tickling feeling. She tried to get as much air back into her lungs as possible. Her body kept flinching with each touch on her ribs and she had no idea how she could escape. She heard what the thief was telling Donna, and she felt bad for her. She heard about how she wouldn’t tell anyone what happened to her, and she agreed with the thief. After being tickle tortured by several others, she never wanted to admit it to anyone. Only Darby knew what happened in that barn with Sabrina and she wanted to keep it that way. “Hehehehe leave her alone!! Ya got to stop ticklin’ me!! Ya can’t hehehe be this cruel!” she shouted.
“Oh, you’re still alive? Hehehehe Poor Becky, you are just so tickly!” the thief taunted. She then started to move her fingers a little faster again. She wanted Becky to keep suffering and keep that image in Donna’s mind that she would suffer if she did not start giving up those very expensive jewels. Then she thought of a fun idea and knew it would work. “Hey Donna, should I stop tickling Becky here? Should I give her a break?” she asked.
Donna heard those questions, and it went through her mind. The intruder was asking if Becky should have any mercy. She did not like Becky at all, but the poor woman was being tickle tortured and humiliated. She wondered if she should help spare her. She looked up at the thief and nodded her head a little. “You will stop tickling her if I say so?” she asked nervously.
“Yes…I will stop tickling her if you say so. But…..” the thief began. She had a sinister grin on her face under hood because this next statement would surely torture both women. Her goal was to keep torturing both of them and eventually they would both break. “….if I stop tickling her, I will tickle……you.” she told her.
Becky kept feeling the fingers running up and down her ribcage and she just kept laughing. She also managed to hear that choice, and she knew she was really in trouble. Donna had to be tickled in order for her to stop. She already knew what was about to happen and tried to brace herself. “Hehehehehehehe stop ticklin’ me!!!! Let us go!!!” she demanded.
Donna’s jaw dropped when she heard that choice. If she spared Becky from that horrible tickle torture, it would mean she would be tickled instead. Her survival instinct kicked in and she did not hesitate at all. “Tickle her!!! Don’t tickle me!! Tickle her!!! TICKLE HER!!!!!” she responded.
“Gladly….” the thief responded. She then dug her fingers deep into Becky’s ribs and saw that mouth go wide open and horrific laughter came out. She loved what she was doing and now she could just play with Becky. Listening to her scream in laughter soothed her. Her eyes then went towards the stomach area and now it was time to explore that spot once she pushed Becky near the edge of sanity.
Becky roared in laughter when she heard Donna’s response, and those fingers were really pressing into her ribs. She felt extra ticklish because she knew Donna would never spare her to sacrifice herself. She tried to rock her body a little, but with those legs surrounding her body, all she could really do was rock her legs. She felt that fear building up. She feared that she might be tickled to death because someone like Donna would never sacrifice herself for others. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP PLEASE!!! I AM BEGGIN YA FOR MERCY!!! HAHAHAHA MERCY!!!!” she screamed.
Donna felt a little guilty as she heard that scream from Becky. She watched those fingers really going after the ribs and it was because of her. She knew Becky was suffering but she just could not sacrifice herself. She knew that would be her screaming and suffering if the roles were switched. She felt Becky would sacrifice herself to save her, so that helped her rationale. She then saw the fingers slowing down and wondered if the intruder was going to give her some mercy after all.
The thief slowed her fingers down and then removed them. She heard that agonizing breathing and those ticklish aftershock giggles. She was really delighted that Becky was losing her mind and now it was time to get her ready for her next attack. It gave her a jolt in her loins because now it was time to start exposing Becky’s flesh. She reached her hands towards the buttons on the flannel shirt and started to unbutton them. One by one, the buttons came undone and when she was finished, she simply opened the panels of the shirt, and exposed Becky’s upper body. She could see that toned stomach and that pale skin. The ribs were a little pink because of her earlier tickle attack and loved the contrast with the pale skin. What she really liked was that white bra she was wearing underneath. Those B sized breasts were heaving up and down as precious oxygen filled Becky’s lungs. The thought of removing that bra excited her. She never tickled another woman’s breasts during her robbery adventures and felt tonight would be great for the first time. She planted her hands on the stomach area and felt Becky already flinching. This victim was ticklish all over and she could really make her suffer. “Oooh!!! You have such soft skin! Hehe Sensitive too!” she teased.
Becky felt hands on her stomach and she looked down. Her eyes were wide open because she had seen her shirt was opened up and now her very sensitive skin was exposed. She was desperately trying to breathe again and never noticed her shirt getting unbuttoned. Now that her skin was exposed, she already knew what was going to happen to her. “Please….don’t tickle me anymore. Ya are torturin’ me. I don’t wanna be tickled anymore…” she whined.
“hehehe I LOVE torturing you! But it is not up to me. It is up to Donna. So, Becky, tell Donna that you don’t want to be tortured anymore. Tell her to tell me where those jewels are, and we will be all done! If you want the tickling to stop, then she has to tell me where the jewels are. If she doesn’t, well, you know what happens to that cute tummy of yours….” the thief offered. She knew what Becky would do, and she got her fingers ready to tickle her all over that solid stomach muscles.
Becky gulped as she heard the offer. She did not want to be tickled anymore, but in order to spare herself, she had to tell Donna to give up her valuables. Her mind was going back and forth because she did not want to be tickled anymore, but she couldn’t tell Donna to do that. Her entire assignment was to protect Donna and the valuables. She thought she would be very selfish if she asked Donna to do that. She thought about what Darby would do in this position and knew she would do the right thing. It was her duty to protect the civilian, even if it meant she had to suffer. “Ya know I can’t do that. I am her protector. She can’t give up the jewels…..” she said softly.
“Hahahahahaha her protector? Hahahahaha you are too cute. How is that going for ya?” the thief mocked. She wanted to torture Becky, but she had to admit to herself that the taller woman was adorable with her personality. She was the perfect woman to torment. She appeared tough physically because of her height, but inside, she was such a sweet, innocent girl. She admired her ability to try and still sound tough, even when she was laughing and being tortured. “Well, I guess that means I have to do this….” she threatened, then placed her fingertips on the belly area and started to wiggle them there.
“HAHAHAHA NOT THERE!!! DON’T TICKLE MUH STOMACH!!!!” Becky roared as she felt those fingers now tickling her stomach. Her stomach was always very sensitive and after she was tickled already, the sensations seemed worse. She could feel the way the fingers softly pressed into her flesh and those feelings were very powerful. She closed her eyes once again and her mouth just let the loud laughter pour out.
Donna shivered when she heard that hysterical laughter coming from Becky. She watched in horror as those fingers were now all over Becky’s belly. She imagined if it was her own stomach. She was deathly ticklish there and if that thief got her fingers on her stomach, she knew she could never survive. She started to get really nervous because she remembered that attacker’s words. Whatever happened to Becky was going to happen to her. So, if Becky’s stomach was tickled, hers would be too. She did appreciate Becky for still trying to protect her, which surprised her. She would have sacrificed Becky at the drop of a hat if it meant she didn’t have to suffer. Witnessing Becky’s determination to protect her made her think of Becky in a good way, even if she still didn’t really care for her.
“Hehehehe Becky, you are SO ticklish on this tummy wummy! So soft, yet so strong. You got some nice skin. Some ticklish skin! Is your tummy ticklish? Huh? Is your tummy wummy ticklish? Yes, it is! hehehe ticklish tummy!!” the thief taunted as her fingers were now sliding up and down the stomach area. She loved that very cute, screaming laughter coming from Becky. She was really starting to enjoy herself as she saw how red Becky’s face was getting. She then looked over at Donna, who had a look of petrified fear on her face. That made her feel good because it meant the woman was very afraid. Once she instilled fear in her victims, it was far easier for them to give their valuables up. “This will be you, Donna! I want you to imagine my hands all over your tummy! I know you will be laughing and laughing and laughing….” she taunted.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA STPOP TICKLIN’ MUH TUMMY WUMMY!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT HAHAHAHAHAHA YA CAN’T TICKLE MUH TUMMY WUMMY!!! HAHAHAHAHA” Becky laughed. The fingers were dancing all over her stomach and even slid across the rib cage once again. She was amazed on how skilled this tiny woman was at tickling. Sabrina and Babs were more physically imposing, and their tickle skills were top notch. The fact that such a tiny woman was tickling her silly and there was nothing she could do about it really started to hurt her pride. She was so helpless. She looked through her wet eyes and saw those dainty hands moving over her stomach very rapidly and another powerful wave of ticklish agony coursed through her body.
“Hehehehehe yes, your tummy wummy is being tickled! You can stand it, and you WILL take it! You are supposed to be her protector, remember? So, unless you want me to tickle Donna over there until she cries, then you have to tell me to tickle your tummy wummy! Go ahead, tell me to tickle your tummy wummy or Donna gets it!” the thief demanded. She wanted to burst into laughter herself because her style of torment was silly at this moment. Somehow, Becky dragged out the very playful nature out of her and she just wanted to keep tickling her. There was just something about this woman that made her not just torment her, but to have a lot of fun.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!! YA CAN’T TICKLE DONNA!!! HAHAHAHAHA SHE HAHAHAHA IS INNOCENT!!!!” Becky screamed as the fingers started to really move over her skin. Her body continued to vibrate, and she was being overwhelmed. Through it all, she still felt a sense of duty to protect Donna. It was her job, and she had to keep doing whatever she could to protect her. She really did not want to go along with the thief’s demands, but to spare Donna, she had not choice in her mind. “HAHAHAHAHA YA CAN TICKLE HAHAHAHA YA CAN TICKLE MUH TUMMY WUMMY!!! TICKLE MUH TUMMY WUMMY!!!!” she screamed.
“Gladly…..” the thief said in a teasing voice. She then started to move her fingers around the stomach area with a firm touch. She pressed into the flesh and made her way towards the belly button. She already knew Becky would probably lose her mind once she got there, and as her fingers got closer, she wanted to keep making her suffer mentally. “Here comes my fingers!! I am going to tickle your tummy wummy right……………………HERE!!!!” she warned, then plunged her fingers into the navel area with one hand, then the other fingers just roamed all around the rest of the stomach.
Donna closed her eyes in horror as she heard that very loud ticklish scream. The way Becky was being tickled, and the way she was laughing, it really bore into her soul. That woman was surely suffering and all she kept thinking about was her being tickled like that. Those dainty hands tickling her stomach and embarrassing her. She always carried herself with dignity, and if she was being tickled like poor Becky, it would be not only very torturous, but also very humiliating. She was surprised Becky gave in and demanded to have her stomach tickled. She felt a little gratitude that she was trying to protect her. But another part of her brain thought that it was Becky’s own fault that she was in that predicament. She was the one who slipped on the rug and was captured. “I can’t believe this is happening. I-I can’t give her the jewels, but I can’t get tickled!” she thought to herself.
Becky started to slip into silent laughter as those fingers probed her very delicate navel. She started to feel herself slipping into complete submissiveness because of this constant tickling. She wished this woman would stop, but she also knew she had to suffer to protect Donna. It was her duty. She then went into silent laughter and felt her lungs on fire. Her body started to shake because the ticklish feelings were overwhelming her. She closed her eyes and tried to think of anything to get out of this predicament, but it was no use. She was trapped and had nowhere to hide.
The thief loved the way Becky was slipping into her silent laughter. This was a good sign that Becky was losing this battle and would soon be completely submissive to her. Her eyes then saw Becky’s chest and figured this would be a good time to really humiliate this woman. It would also be the very first time she did this to one of her victims. Her nipples started to get stiff thinking about it. She then stopped tickling Becky and got herself ready for the next phase of torture. “Awwww….poor Becky. Her tummy wummy is just too ticklish!!! I will give you a little rest. I am sure your body feels really hot, and we will have to cool it down a little.” she told her.
Becky felt a sense of relief as the tickling of her stomach stopped. She could still feel the residual sensations, but she was able to start breathing again. She also knew she was wearing down and didn’t know how much longer she could stand this attack. Her head was resting on the thief’s groin, and she slowly opened her eyes. What helped unnerve her was she was looking at that hooded mask. It looked a little scary to her. She remembered when Sabrina and Babs tortured her, she could see their faces. She could see how happy they were and enjoyed her torture. She could not see this woman’s face but had a feeling she had this smile. She wondered what she looked like. Was it an ugly face? Was it pretty? Did she have long hair? Short hair? She knew the thief was having fun just by hearing her voice, but she wished she could see the face. “Please…..ya got to stop….i don’t want to be tickled anymore. Muh body is too ticklish.” she whimpered.
“hehehe I can tell. I will stop tickling you for now. I do want to make you a bit more comfortable though. Here, let me do this….” the thief began. She then reached her hands under Becky’s body and find the bra clasp. She quickly undid it, and now her own body started to tremble with nervousness. She had played with women sexually in her life before, but this was the very first time she would introduce a sexual element into her robbery capers. She then moved her hands to the front of the bra and started to tug the garment upwards. It was time to expose Becky’s breasts! “What do we have under here?” she teasingly mused.
Becky quickly realized what was happening and she froze in fear. This thief was now going to take her bra off! It meant that her breasts were going to be exposed, and she felt ashamed. This woman, much like what those outlaws did to her, was about to completely humiliate her. “WHAT ARE YA DOING??? DON’T YA DARE!!! PLEASE DON’T!!!” she demanded with fear.
Donna could not believe her eyes. She watched the thief tugging Becky’s bra and saw it starting to come off. It was about to be any moment that the woman’s breasts were exposed. This absolutely stunned her to her core. She was a proper lady and seeing another woman’s breasts was not something she enjoyed. She had seen them, but it was because another woman got undressed in front of her. She didn’t even like it when a doctor had to look at them. Now, she was about to see Becky’s chest. Her fear then took over because if Becky’s breasts were going to be exposed, then the thief could expose hers! “What…what are you doing to her?” she asked.
The thief paused the tugging of the bra as she heard Donna’s question. She looked up and saw how stunned the woman looked. That got her juices flowing because Becky seemed like she probably engaged in sexual activity before. She was pretty and had a certain cuteness about her. But Donna, she knew Donna was a prude and probably never had sex. Even if she did, it was surely with just a man. That got her mind flowing. She could tickle Donna into giving her the jewels, but she would have to completely humiliate the woman because she was such an arrogant woman. Stripping her naked and playing with her body would be the sweetest feeling. Now, it was time to torment both of these women’s minds. “hehehe Donna! Are you ready to see Becky’s tits? Huh? How much you want to bet that they are going to be really cute? Hehehe Then we will see your breasts…..” she threatened.
Becky felt her body go rigid with fear as she felt her bra coming off her chest. She also heard what the thief was telling Donna and that made her feel bad. This thief was trying to humiliate both of them, starting with her. “Please!! Ya can’t do this. I don’t want ya to see….ya know…muh goodies. Please, can’t ya just leave us alone?” she whimpered.
“Your goodies? Hehehe Becky, you are just TOO cute! I swear, I will never forget you. Hehehe” the thief chuckled as she heard Becky’s soft voice. She really started to enjoy playing with Becky. The way she had this innocence about her, yet she was part of law enforcement excited her. Now it was time to really destroy her mind. She then pulled away the bra and now the cups of the garment were off the breasts, and she placed it above the chest, and on Becky’s collarbone and neck area. She then looked down and saw Becky’s breasts. She gasped as she looked at the two mounds. She loved how they looked. They were B size and have a nice shape to them. She could see the small pink nipples and she felt lust in her body. She really liked them and got excited that her caper was definitely getting so much better for her. “Wow….would you look at those tits! Becky, silly Becky, you got some beautiful breasts! I like them! I like them a lot!” she taunted.
Becky felt completely embarrassed at this moment. She felt her bra resting near her neck and her breasts were exposed. She knew her face must have been extremely red as her breasts were being looked at and there was nothing she could do to prevent that. Her arms were still behind her back, and she felt helpless. She closed her eyes for a moment and absorbed this embarrassing feeling. She then slowly opened her eyes and looked at that hooded mask. “Please….ya got to cover muh breasts. I don’t want muh breasts nekkid.” she whimpered.
“Awww!! But I like them, and they should be out! Ooooh!!! I mean, you really have some nice tits, Becky. I can’t wait to play with them. Why should I cover them?” the thief taunted. She loved how embarrassed Becky must have felt and she felt very powerful. She wanted to explore with Becky and perhaps start to use this more in her robbery attempts.
“Because….it is not nice to do this to me. I’m also…shy.” Becky said in a soft voice. She remembered when Kylie exposed her breasts but at least that was more of a fun time than this moment.
“Too cute! You are just TOO cute!!! Awwww, poor Becky is shy. Well then you won’t like this….” the thief cooed. She placed her hands on the naked breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. She loved how soft the skin was, and the breasts had a firmness to them. She looked down at Becky’s face and just judging by her reaction, perhaps she was innocent when it came to sexual matters. “You like this? Your breasts feel really nice. Hehehe” she teased.
Becky felt her heart beating rapidly and she felt so humiliated. Not only were her breasts bared and now being groped, it was happening in front of Donna. She was supposed to protect her, but instead, she was tied up, tickled and now getting groped. “Please…ya have to stop touching muh breasts….” she whimpered.
Donna felt her entire world go completely still. She could not believe what she was witnessing. She saw the intruder exposing Becky’s breasts and that just blew her mind away. She saw those naked breasts and wished they could be covered up. She always felt she was modest when it came to these types of situations. It was worse because there were two women being involved in a sexual atmosphere. She felt that shouldn’t be happening. With her conservative upbringing, she could never imagine engaging in a sexual way with another woman. Then it hit her. Her own breasts could be groped! Her own chest could be touched by another woman. Now she started to wonder if she should reveal the jewelry. If what was happening to Becky happened to her, she would pray for death.
“Hehehe I am really liking these tits of yours. So soft and tender. Hmmm…I wonder if I do…..this…..would it make you enjoy it.” the thief said softly towards Becky. She then took the tips of her fingers on both hands and started to stroke them underneath those vulnerable mounds. She remembered when she engaged in a sexual moment with another woman in her personal life, those breasts were sensitive. Now, she wanted to see if Becky would react the same way. She felt Becky’s body starting to squirm and a smile formed on her face. She had just discovered another ticklish spot on Becky’s body.
Becky felt those fingers lightly stroking under her breasts and a nightmare scenario went through her mind. She knew her breasts were ticklish from previous experiences and if this thief realized it, then she was truly doomed. She tried to keep herself as still as possible, but it was no use. Her breasts were very reactive, and she started to giggle. The shame of the moment did not stop her from giggling and now she felt completely humiliated. “Hehehe please….don’t do that…hehehehe come on! Ya can’t hehehe tickle muh breasts!” she giggled.
“Hehehe your breasts are ticklish, huh? Good…..” the thief teased as she continued to stroke her fingers on that very delicate flesh. She was very happy that she captured Becky. This particular victim was going to be someone that stayed in her memory forever. She had tickled so many different women, in so many different towns, but Becky would surely be remembered forever. She felt her fingers slide from the inside edge of the breasts, then slowly moved across the skin towards the outer edges. She loved how the chest was shaking as those ticklish tremors must have bothered the poor woman. She then looked up and saw Donna. She grinned because Donna’s jaw was dropped, and she looked completely stunned. “Hehehe you like this, don’t you? Donna, I suggest you start telling me where those jewels are, or this will be…….YOU.” she warned.
Donna heard those ominous words, and she gulped hard. Seeing Becky’s body twitching and hearing the giggles while the breasts were tickled deeply unnerved her. This thief had her trapped. There would be no way to avoid being embarrassed like Becky. She witnessed how much Becky was getting tortured and knew that could be her. She felt nervous and her body started to shake. “Please, you can’t do that to me!!! Just tickle her! Not me!!!” she screamed.
“You hear that, Becky? Looks like Donna over there doesn’t care that you are suffering. She would rather see you tickled, than to spare you by simply telling me where those precious jewels are. Oh well, back to tickling!” the thief told Becky. She then started to move her fingers faster across the breasts and heard those sweet giggles. She also noticed something else. Those pink nipples started to swell. That was an interesting development because it appeared Becky’s body was responding to this breast tickling in a sexual manner. She flicked her thumbs across the nipples, and they got even more stiff! “Hmmmm….something tells me that cute Becky likes what I am doing to her tits! Hehe You can admit it, Becky. You like girls playing with her titties. Hehehe” she taunted.
Becky felt her nipples being played with and that did not help matters at all. She wasn’t being tickled, but she was now being sexually humiliated. Her mind went back into those memories of when Babs and Sabrina humiliated her sexually. They stripped her naked and tickled all over her special places. They even forced Darby to perform oral sex. She prayed this woman would not strip her naked and do that to her. A frightful thought entered her mind, and she wondered what would happen if Donna was forced to perform oral sex on her! That really scared her, and she started to squirm more. She then felt the fingers returning to the undersides of her breasts and the ticklish feelings returned! “heheheehe quit it!! Stop ticklin’ muh breasts!! Hehehehe Come on! Ya got to have mercy on muh soul!” she begged.
The thief started to laugh when she heard Becky begging. She was truly enjoying herself at the moment because Becky’s reactions were amazing. She then slowed down the breast teasing and then an idea hit her mind. She thought about the word Becky used and wondered what would happen when she went to Becky’s soles! That really got her excited because she loved tickling a woman’s feet. Now, she wondered just how ticklish Becky’s feet were compared to the rest of her body. She figured she should go explore those feet and come back to the sexual teasing afterwards. Now it was time to really torture Becky. “Awww…you want mercy? I will give you mercy. For now at least. You want me to have mercy on your soul? Well, I can’t quite do that and I will really torture your…..sole. hehehe There is some good news, your cute titties will be covered.” she told her, then pulled her hands away and moved from the bed.
Becky felt the hands leave her chest and she felt relief. She wasn’t being tickled or groped anymore and she wondered what the plan was next. The thief mentioned she would torture her soul, but that has already happened. She felt complete shame in her soul and did not want her breasts played with anymore. She felt her head bounce on the mattress due to the thief moving her body. She hoped the ordeal was over, but suddenly, she felt her body being flipped over and she was once again on her stomach. She grimaced when she then felt the thief sitting on her thighs. She turned her head, and she could see the bottom of the thief’s left shoe. It was a very small looking foot, which only reinforced her thoughts she was dealing with a woman. She still felt helpless and wondered what was about to happen next. She was grateful that she was on her stomach because her breasts were no longer exposed. “What are ya gonna do to me now? Can ya let me go?” she asked.
The thief sat on Becky’s thighs and stared at the legs stretching from under her. She wanted to make Becky helpless enough because she really wanted to tickle those feet. She figured she would take off those boots first, then she could trap the ankles under her body and just have her way with the upturned soles. She heard Becky’s voice and grinned. This woman was about to find out soon enough what was going to happen to her. She then reached forward and grabbed Becky’s left ankle. She pulled it up and towards her, bending the leg at the knee. Only Becky’s thighs were tied together with rope. The calves her free. She looked at her pouch that she brought with her and knew there was more rope there. Once she got these boots off, she would have to tie the calves together. She then started to pull on the boot. “You want to know what is going to happen to you? You will find out soon enough. Now, let’s get this dirty boot off of you….” she responded.
Beckly felt her ankle being grabbed then felt a tug on it. That got her mind alerted as she knew what the thief’s next target was going to be. Her feet! She knew if that woman tickled her feet, she was done for. She tried to bring her foot back down to the mattress, but she had a firm grip. She tried to kick her other leg, but then felt pain as her left ankle was twisted. “OW!!! That hurt!!! Please, don’t hurt muh ankle!’ she shouted in pain.
“Then stay still!!! You kick that leg again and I swear I will break your ankle. Now, behave!” the thief demanded. She saw Becky’s right leg go back down to the mattress and that made her smile under her mask. She had complete control of Becky, and it was time to make her suffer. She started to tug on the boot again, and felt it pop off her heel. That was important because now she could slide the boot off and get to that wonderful prize inside. She loved the sound of those soft whimpers coming from Becky. She slowly started to slide the boot off the leg and then the heel was exposed! She could see that dirty gray sock underneath and she felt a tingle between her legs. Becky’s foot was quite large, and she loved large feet. “hehehe you are such a good girl! I am going to take your boots off and then we can have some fun.” she taunted.
Becky heard the thief mentioning that her boots were going to be taken off and fear overpowered her body. It meant her feet were going to be subjected to torture. Her feet were her weakness. She knew she was truly going to suffer. When she felt the boot sliding off her left foot, her eyes went wide, and she started to squirm around. The boot came off her toes and now, her socked foot was completely exposed. She then winced as she heard her boot hitting the floor with a thud. She wiggled her socked foot around and she started to panic. “Ya can’t do this!! Please don’t do this! It will be torture!!! Please have mercy! I am beggin’ ya!” she begged.
“Hehehehe listen to yourself! You sound so scared right now! Hehehe I love it. That means only one thing. You have very…..very…..very ticklish feet, right?” the thief teased. She loved that sound of the boot hitting the floor. She saw the socked foot wiggling in fear, and she couldn’t wait to play with it. But first, she grabbed the right ankle. She pulled it up towards her and bent that leg at the knee. She used her other hand to start to tug the boot off. She heard those frightened whimpers coming from Becky and soon, she would have both socked feet out of the boots. Then it was just a matter of removing those socks, so she could have her way with those large feet.
Donna couldn’t believe her eyes. She saw Becky get tortured by getting tickled on her sides, her ribs, and her stomach. She even saw Becky’s breasts get exposed and they got tickled too. But after listening to Becky begging right now, she knew her feet were probably the most ticklish part on her body. She saw her boot come off and her eyes even followed the empty left boot when it hit the floor. She then saw the right foot get held and now that boot was coming off. She saw it slipping off the ankle, then it came off the foot! She saw the thief looking at the boot, then she tossed it onto the ground. Now she saw Beckie’s gray socked feet and she shivered. She knew her own feet were very ticklish, and she just couldn’t imagine having them tickled by this evil intruder.
“Size 10, huh? My, my, my Becky! You sure have some BIG feet. Hahahaha Now, let’s get you ready.” the thief taunted. She did enjoy big feet on a woman and Becky’s were quite large. It meant she had more room to play with her fingers. She reached inside her pouch and pulled out another strand of rope. She quickly wrapped it around the calves and tied the knot. Now that Becky’s legs were now completely tied together, she moved her way down and sat on the calves, right above the Achilles tendon. The feet were now towards the edge of the bed, the soles upturned, and the toes near the edge of the bed. She rubbed her hands together in glee and felt really excited. “Now, let’s get a look at those boats you call feet. Hehe” she teased.
Becky felt her legs getting tied together and once they were, she felt completely helpless. Her arms couldn’t get free and now her legs were trapped. She felt the thief sitting on her calves now, which meant she could not kick her feet away. She felt the other boot come off and when it hit the floor, it felt like she heard a gunshot. Her feet were so vulnerable now. It reminded her of the time when she was back in her hometown of Sticksville, where a rival named Peggy had her feet trapped, removed her boots and socks and tickled her feet. It was the first time her feet were ever tortured and now, it was going to happen at this moment. She then felt fingers grabbing at her loose socks and she started to squirm on the bed. “No!! Not muh socks!! Ya can’t take them off!” she yelled.
“Why not? How come I can’t take these filthy, dirty socks off your big feet? Hehehe” the thief taunted. She started to slide the socks down the calves under her legs, and now she saw the Achilles tendon on the left foot.
“Because! I don’t want ya to see muh feet! Please! I am really beggin’ ya now! I don’t want muh feet nekkid!” Becky begged. She felt her sock come off her heel and now she really got scared. It was happening again. Someone was going to tickle torture her feet and she was powerless to stop it.
“Hehehe I will say it again! You are just too cute! Now, let’s see these feet…..” the thief giggled. She loved the way Becky panicked. She saw that light pink skin on the heel, and her heart fluttered. The sock slowly came down the length of the sole and she saw that light pink skin. The arch had light, creamy skin, then the light pink appeared on the ball of the foot. She then slipped the sock off the toes and now, Becky’s left foot was exposed! She grew excited as she saw the long foot. The toes were long and a little thick. The pads of the toes were light pink, and the undersides were creamy. It was a nice-looking foot and she wanted to tickle it. She then tossed the sock over at Donna and it landed on her lap. “hehehe you can hold her socks for me.” she taunted.
Donna watched in stunned silence as she saw that gray sock got removed from Becky’s foot. That poor woman was about to have her feet tickled, and she was witness to it. She saw that sock land on her lap, and she felt very frightened. She then saw the other sock coming off and she held her breath. She saw that pinkish heel appear, then that creamy arch and then she saw the ball of the foot, then the toes!! Becky was completely barefoot now. The other sock landed on her lap and now she saw those naked feet wiggling in fear. The soles looked nice, and she saw how helpless and exposed they looked. She could hear Becky whimpering and begging. “I can’t believe she is going to have her feet tickled.” she thought to herself.
“Your feet look NICE! Your feet are impressive, Becky! They look so…….tender. hehehe So Deputy Becky, are you a tenderfoot?” the thief joked.
Becky’s felt shameful as she was now trapped and barefoot. Her boots and socks were off, and this woman was going to tickle her. No matter how much she begged, the thief still exposed her feet. She thought it was embarrassing for a deputy to have ticklish feet, even though she also knew Darby had extremely ticklish feet. They were probably more ticklish than her own, but Darby was also very strong and heroic. She noticed the thief called her a deputy. That made her feel bad because she wasn’t an actual deputy, but the thief thought she was going to torture a deputy. She closed her eyes and started to pray. “Please…not muh feet….Be nice to muh feet…” she whimpered.
The thief looked at those feet wiggling and she decided it was time to have some fun. Her hands were hovering above both soles and she could feel their warmth. Becky must have been in those boots and socks all day, so her feet were warm and tender. She then placed her fingertips on the balls of both feet. She felt Becky immediately react and she grinned. She slid her fingers up the length of the soles, going from the balls of the feet, into the arches and then off the heels of the feet. She was rather impressed by how tender and soft the skin was. That made her happy that Becky didn’t have rough feet. It meant they were going to be really sensitive and judging by Becky’s reaction, they were.
“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT MUH FEET!!! DON’T TICKLE MUH FEET!!!” Becky screamed as she felt those fingers sliding up the length of her soles. When the fingers got to the center of her arches, she felt such a powerful tickle sensation tear right through her. She knew she was in trouble, and her fear only amplified her ticklishness. The fingers then went right back down her feet, and she did everything she could to protect them. She curled her toes really tight, but it had no effect. The touching of her feet was already too intense for her. She shut her eyes tight and just laughed as hard as she could. The fingers kept going up and down her soles and she couldn’t really move her feet because the tops of the feet were pinned to the bed, and the thief sat on her calves.
The thief felt an incredible surge of adrenaline as her fingers continued to tickle the bottoms of Becky’s feet. She loved the reaction she was getting, and this was her favorite part of her “job”. Listening to the tortured screams of a woman as she tickled their feet. The best part to her was that she could tickle these feet as long as she wanted. Becky wasn’t the one with the jewelry, Donna was. She looked at Donna and saw how her eyes were focused on these very ticklish feet. She knew that Donna had to imagine if it was her feet getting tickled. She hoped she could send a clear message to Donna and let her know it would be her if she didn’t cooperate. “You see this, Donna? You hear her tortured laughter? This will be YOU if you do not do what I ask. I am going to show you what I can do to you by demonstrating on this miserable woman.” she told her.
Donna watched as those dainty fingers were moving up and down those larger soles. She could hear that very tortured laughter and saw the toes curling. She saw how methodical the tickling looked. She saw how the fingers tickled the arches and got a very loud ticklish shriek from Becky. She started to regret having Becky do this job. She started to think that perhaps she should have asked for a male deputy instead. Her so-called protector was tied up and getting her feet tickled in front of her. The fact her so-called protector had her breasts exposed. Her so-called protector did not in fact protect her because now she could be subjected to horrible tickle torture. This moment became so surreal to her. That tortured laughter filled her own soul. She heard the words from the thief and now fear really started to overwhelm her. Donna knew what the thief wanted, and she wondered if she would be able to endure that kind of torture. She saw the fingers making circles on the balls of the feet and heard a very loud shriek. The sounds of Becky’s hysterical laughter were getting to her and she couldn’t hear it anymore. “Please…can you stop tickling her?” she asked.
The thief heard Donna, and she smiled under her hooded mask. She knew Becky’s laughter had to be affecting her. Now it was time to torment her a little bit. She paused her tickling of Becky’s feet so she could speak to her. She heard the relieved gaps coming from Becky and that made her feel good. “Why should I stop tickling her? You have something to tell me?” she asked.
“Because. Her laughter is starting to bother me. I think she has had enough. Why do you have to tickle her like that? Can’t you just leave us?” Donna asked. She didn’t care about Becky and her misery. She wanted this entire situation to stop. She definitely did not want this to happen to her, so she had to start trying to convince her.
“I am tickling her because I really want to tickle you! I want to tickle YOUR feet like this. I want to tickle your body all over. I have a feeling you are very ticklish! Hehe So, I suggest you start telling me where the jewels are, or I go back to tickling these big feet. If you continue to refuse to tell me, then I will keep tickling her until I get bored of it. If I get bored, it means I tickle…..you. Now, where are those jewels?” the thief asked while threatening Donna. Now that she confirmed that Donna was frightened of the tickling action, it was time to start pressing the issue. She wanted those valuable gems, and she also wanted to torture the two of them.
“Well, you can’t tickle me! I don’t want to be tickled! You can stop tickling her too. We just want you to leave. I can’t give you any jewels. They belong to my father, and he took them with him.” Donna lied. She figured she had to stall for time. Perhaps if there was time, somehow that goofy woman could get herself free and rescue the both of them. If the thief didn’t focus on Becky’s ticklish body, maybe Becky could escape. She also didn’t want to hear that tortured laughter anymore.
“Hehehe I am not leaving anytime soon. I am going to tickle her. I am going to tickle her good! Then, if you still refuse to answer me, then I will make sure I tickle you worse than her! Now, back to these feet….” the thief said. She then started to drum her fingertips up and down the soles. She heard the giggles coming back and soon, the tortured laughter was flowing. She loved how her fingers felt the contours of the soles. The balls of the feet had some thickness to them, then her fingers would slope down into the arches and then come right back up and go off the heels. She loved how tense the feet felt because Becky was truly suffering. She then loved the feeling of that tender skin when her fingers went right back down the soles. This was such a wonderful feeling for her. She had some very ticklish feet to play with and poor Becky was suffering.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YA GOT TO STOP!! I GIVE UP!! I GIVE UP!!!” Becky roared as she felt those evil fingers stroking and sliding up and down her soles. The tickling feeling was getting worse. Those dastardly fingers were consistent in their touches. She felt how they tickled the balls of her tender feet. She hated it when they lingered in her very delicate arches. Even her heels weren’t spared, and she just couldn’t stop laughing. She had her head on the bed, looking to her right and she just let her laughter out. She could feel her eyes getting watery as the tickle torture continued. She couldn’t take it anymore and if she had any information to give, she would surely give it up at that moment. All she wanted was the tickling to stop. The agony was getting worse, and she had no idea when it would all end.
“Hehehe you give up? That’s cute. Too bad it is not up to you! It is up to Donna. I guess she wants to hear your laughter. I guess she just wants to see you suffer. I am looking at her right now and she is not even trying to help you. Poor, poor Becky. Her ticklish feet will see no relief. Unless Donna wants to start talking….” the thief said with a grin on her face. Even though she wanted Donna to give up the jewelry, she hoped she would not say it just yet. She was having too much fun tickling these tender feet of Becky. She really liked how soft the feet were, and it was also payback for her interrupting her torture of Mia. She loved the look of shock on Donna’s face, and it amazed her the woman hadn’t given up yet. It made her think about Donna’s character. She really was a pompous woman, who had no regard for others but herself. The thief thought of what she wanted to do to Becky, and if that didn’t convince Donna, then she would have to turn her tickling attention on her. “Donna, do you really want to see Becky suffer? I mean, you are not even trying to get me to stop tickling these feet. I bet Becky would gladly try to help you if you were in this position. The good news is you WILL be in this position soon enough. So, will you let her suffer, and not tell me what I want?” she taunted.
Donan gulped when she heard the thief talking to her. She knew what was said had some truth to it. It was much better that Becky was being tortured at the moment and not her. She didn’t know what to do because once the intruder finished with Becky, she would come after her. She watched as those fingers just kept moving up and down the bottoms of those feet. Her mind started to imagine what would happen if they touched the soles of her feet. How hard she would laugh. How horrible it would feel to suffer. She heard Becky screaming that she gave up and she wondered how much more that apprentice could take. She then looked at the thief and she felt nervous. “Why do you have to keep tickling her. Don’t you think she has had enough?” she asked.
“What was that? Donna Prescott has some concern about Becky? I am shocked. I thought you enjoyed listening to her scream. Hehehe Here, let me let her breathe for a little bit….” the thief responded. She liked how Donna was really becoming nervous. Her plan was working and soon, she would get those jewels once she tickled the life out of Donna. She started to softly stroke her fingertips up and down the helpless soles. She wanted to give a feathery touch to help calm Becky down for a moment. Then she would pounce again and torture her.
Becky felt herself calming down as the fingers stopped tickling her feet. She desperately needed the break as she was in such ticklish agony. She felt her heart racing and her face was sweaty. She took in huge gulps of air and then her brain panicked. She could feel that soft touch on her feet and that got her really worried. She already started to feel her nipples stiffen as that soft touch always turned her on. It was her secret weakness. The sensations still tickled her, but it also brought such erotic feelings within her body. The last thing she wanted to do right now was to feel horny. She felt her toes flexing and she had the urge to start moaning. “No…I can’t feel funny right now. Not now….” she thought to herself.
The thief continued to lightly touch Becky’s feet and heard her calming down. She really did enjoy the texture of this skin and wished she could take Becky back to her place and play with these feet all night long. She saw the toes starting to flex and that really caught her attention. She thought she heard soft mewling sounds coming from Becky and it made her wonder. She let her fingers start to drift towards those long, thick toes and she heard a very soft giggle. That made her smile because she once again heard that ticklish sound. “Hmmmm….do you have ticklish toes, Becky?” she asked.
Becky felt those fingers near her toes and the tickling feelings came back. It was bothering her mind because she almost gave away her arousal. She was so close to moaning loudly and that would probably inspire the thief to tickle her sexually. Her breasts were already played with, and she didn’t want to be sexually humiliated. The bad thing was that the tickling feelings were getting stronger and now her toes were in danger. Her toes were always very ticklish and now they were going to be tickled. “Hehehehehe stop ticklin’ muh feet!!! Stop it please! I am beggin’ ya!!! Hehehehehe I can’t take it anymore!” she pleaded.
The thief smiled when she heard Becky begging once again. She then moved her fingers even closer to the toes and saw them curl tightly. She could even see those natural nails from how tight the curls were. She wanted to tickle those toes and now it was time to get in there. She then tickled the balls of the feet again and then went back into the arches. As soon as she saw the toes open up again, she moved her fingers quickly and got to those delicate undersides. “Gotcha!!! Your toes are all mine!” she said with excitement.
Donna shivered in terror when she saw the toes now being tickled. She heard that panicked voice of Becky again and she knew the poor woman was in sheer agony. She had no idea how Becky was still conscious at this point. She knew if it was her, she probably would have passed out by now. This entire event was still so very surreal. There was a thief that broke into her home and now they were tickling the feet of the woman who was supposed to protect her. She watched in horror as she saw the fingers in the toes and could only imagine how horrible it must have tickled. “Hang in there, Becky. Hang in there.” she told herself.
Becky started to slip into silent laughter when the fingers went between her toes. The feeling was very overwhelming, and she was already exhausted. She started to feel a little lightheaded because the tickling overpowered her. There was just no way for her to escape her predicament. Her body started to go limp, and she was surrendering to the feeling. What made it worse was that there was nothing she could do to stop all this. She wished she had jewelry to give because she just couldn’t take it anymore. “Mercy…..mercy….” she wheezed as she continued to feel those powerful sensations in her body.
The thief withdrew her fingers from the toes and clapped her hands. Becky was a total mess and when she went into silent laughter, she could also feel the body go limp. She knew she had Becky destroyed. She saw the feet trembling a little and it was time for more fun with Becky. She looked at Donna, then back to the feet. She did a few more strokes on the soles and heard that cute ticklish shriek. Now it was time to torment Becky. “Yay!!! I love your ticklish feet! Now, the time has arrived. You are REALLY going to remember me forever after what I do to you right now.” she threatened.
“Please.,….have mercy….have mercy on me…..” Becky whined. She felt so tired at the moment and her feet were still tingling after that tickle torture. She felt the thief get off her calves and she wondered if it was finally over. She did hear that threat and had no idea what any of it meant. She was already going to remember this moment for a very long time. She closed her eyes because she wanted to just rest and pray her ordeal was over.
“Donna, Donna, Donna. I hope what you saw motivated you to tell me where those jewels are. If you don’t, I want you to pay CLOSE attention. Because I am about to finish that idiot off. I promise you, if you fail to tell me after I destroy Becky over there, all of it will happen to you. I am not kidding. I want to torture you. Torturing you will be very special and more fun. I like tormenting her, but torturing you? Oh, there will be no greater feeling.” the thief said as she rested next to Becky’s exhausted body. She felt her arousal growing because what she wanted to do next was sure to motivate Donna to tell her the information she wanted and for Becky to lose her mind. “Last chance. Where. Are. The. Jewels?” she asked.
UP NEXT: The finale!! Can Becky survive and...a possible encounter at Gertrude's house?
Ok folks, how did you like this part? I hope you enjoyed the character of Donna. I think she is awesome because we have encountered someone like her. She is surely a "Karen". hahaha She does play a large role in the rest of this phase, so I really hope you like her as well. Things are really picking up and once we get to the La Diabla and Darby focused series, things will get really intense. I do appreciate everyone following this saga. I hope everyone has read the entire saga that started back in December 2020. It is about 4 years later, and Deputy's Universe keeps on trucking along thank to your support! I hope you keep on reading!
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