allbutnone86
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- Mar 27, 2020
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Jane wouldn’t normally worry about the future, but right now she had no clue what it was. She just hoped it wasn’t the new government taking her to interrogation. She had heard stories, all of them told of tales of horror. But she didn’t have to worry about that, right? After all, she never did anything to anger them. She didn’t choose sides or anything like that. So, why would they have anything against her? She became more worried as the van took her to who knows where.
When they finally stopped, they threw the doors open and dragged her out. She had been tied and gagged, so she couldn’t even cry out for help. She was taken inside a building where she was taken into a dimly lit room. What scared her most was how big and heavy the door was, this was a high security room, which wasn’t a good sign. After being thrown on a chair, they left her and locked the door. How long would she have to wait? A few minutes, hours, days? And what was she waiting for, what were they going to do to her? She say there and almost started crying. If they did plan on interrogating her, then it wasn’t going to be hard, just the wait was breaking her down.
After she had started to calm down, the door opened and a woman stepped inside. Something about this woman shook her to her core. It could have been the way she walked over, proud and confident. It could have been the way she dressed, serious and dark. It could have been her smile, cold and sadistic. Whatever she had planned, it was going to be awful.
She went right up to Jane’s face and seemed to inspect her.
”Are you scared dear?” she asked insincerely in a tone that was almost condescending, “I’m Tessa. You and I will be spending some nice time together.“
Tessa took off her gloves and opened a drawer next to her. Jane tried to see what she was getting but couldn’t.
“Let’s get this thing off you,” Tessa said taking off Jane’s gag.
”What are you doing?” She asked barely getting her words out.
“You have been brought to me for interrogation,” those words made Jane’s heart sink.
“Why?”
”You’re boyfriend, Michael, has been working with the old government. We want to know where he is, and we think that you might have an idea.”
Jane was shocked. She had wondered what Michael was up to, but helping the old government? Why was he doing that?
”So you’re going to tell us what you know.”
Jane looked her in the eyes and with very little confidence said, “No.”
Tessa chuckled to herself and began to take off Jane’s shoes. Jane waited in terror for the torture to start. But she didn‘t know what exactly was coming.
“We have ways to make people talk here. My ways are, unusual, but effective,” Tessa tied Jane’s toes together. She grabbed a stool and put Jane’s feet on top of it.
Jane couldn’t speak, fear had taken her voice.
Tessa now inspected Janes feet for some seconds before bringing her fingers up to them. For now, all she did was drag her fingers down Jane’s feet slowly. Jane thrashed about while giggling. Tessa’s tickling caught Jane off guard.
“That’s right, I use tickling to interrogate here,” Tessa smiled as she picked up the pace in her tickling.
Jane wasn’t sure what to think of this. It wasn’t what she expected, but that sort of made it worse. She wondered how bad Tessa was going to make this, how she was going to turn this into torture.
Tessa stopped and went back over to the drawer. She grabbed what she needed and came back. This time when she started tickling, it felt different. Janes eyes went wide and she laughed, hard. Tessa had a big smile on her face as she ran the metal scratchers down her feet. She was loving her laughter, and her terror also fueled her. She scratched away at her feet like it were a fun little game to her. To Jane, it was the worst thing she had ever experienced.
Tessa tickled her for a long 45 minutes. Her strategy of switching between the scratchers and her fingers seemed to work very well since Jane had tears streaming down her face. Jane couldn‘t see how this could be made worse.
Tessa was about to prove how. She got out the lotion and began applying it to her feet. The cool lotion actually felt good to Jane. But it didn’t a few seconds later when Tessa’s fingers once again pounced upon her feet. Jane’s reaction was delicious to Tessa, her laughter hard and forced, her body thrashing trying to escape, her head being thrown back. But she wasn’t done yet. She next grabbed a hairbrush, but she didn’t use it right away.
“Where is Michael?” Tessa finally asked long after the torment began.
”I-I don’t-“ she couldn’t even finish her answer but it was obvious she wasn’t going to say.
So, Tessa unleashed the hairbrush on her feet. Although she was laughing, with all her might, to her it was as bad as being stabbed in the chest. But Tessa didn’t care. In fact, the more Jane suffered, the more enjoyment Tessa got out of this. After a long, long time of torturous hairbrush tickling, Jane felt like she was going to die. But Tessa wasn’t done yet.
Next, Tessa went up to Jane and tore off her pants and panties. Jane didn’t have the strength to protest, but inside, she was terrified. Tessa grabbed two feathers from her drawer and came back over to Jane.
“Let’s see how sensitive this is~” Tessa fluttered the feathers over Jane’s pussy lips. It tickled, not as much as her feet, but it wasn’t meant to tickle much. Tessa was just teasing her. Tessa was surprised by how ticklish it was anyways. But then, she began to slip the feathers into her pussy. Tessa made quick work of her by making her cum in just a few minutes.
Then, Tessa began running her fingers up and down Jane’s lotioned feet. Jane laughed her hardest now, even without tools it was unbearable. Jane had been broken, her fear now overwhelming her. She was ready to talk.
“So Jane, will you tell me where Michael is?” Tessa asked.
Jane caught her breath and then began speaking, “He- he’s-”
”Sorry not quick enough,” Tessa said as she began tickling her feet again.
Tessa stopped after some minutes and picked the hairbrush back up.
“Nonononono, please I’ll talk, I’LL TALK!-“ Jane’s begging was cut off by Tessa resuming her hairbrush tickling.
All of Jane’s hope was gone. The hopelessness of the situation was setting in. This truly sadistic woman was a master of darkness and torment. And she tortured with a cold heartless smile on her face. Her passion was in misery.
“Maybe you’ll tell me after another couple of hours of tickling? Or maybe tomorrow? As long as it takes~”
When they finally stopped, they threw the doors open and dragged her out. She had been tied and gagged, so she couldn’t even cry out for help. She was taken inside a building where she was taken into a dimly lit room. What scared her most was how big and heavy the door was, this was a high security room, which wasn’t a good sign. After being thrown on a chair, they left her and locked the door. How long would she have to wait? A few minutes, hours, days? And what was she waiting for, what were they going to do to her? She say there and almost started crying. If they did plan on interrogating her, then it wasn’t going to be hard, just the wait was breaking her down.
After she had started to calm down, the door opened and a woman stepped inside. Something about this woman shook her to her core. It could have been the way she walked over, proud and confident. It could have been the way she dressed, serious and dark. It could have been her smile, cold and sadistic. Whatever she had planned, it was going to be awful.
She went right up to Jane’s face and seemed to inspect her.
”Are you scared dear?” she asked insincerely in a tone that was almost condescending, “I’m Tessa. You and I will be spending some nice time together.“
Tessa took off her gloves and opened a drawer next to her. Jane tried to see what she was getting but couldn’t.
“Let’s get this thing off you,” Tessa said taking off Jane’s gag.
”What are you doing?” She asked barely getting her words out.
“You have been brought to me for interrogation,” those words made Jane’s heart sink.
“Why?”
”You’re boyfriend, Michael, has been working with the old government. We want to know where he is, and we think that you might have an idea.”
Jane was shocked. She had wondered what Michael was up to, but helping the old government? Why was he doing that?
”So you’re going to tell us what you know.”
Jane looked her in the eyes and with very little confidence said, “No.”
Tessa chuckled to herself and began to take off Jane’s shoes. Jane waited in terror for the torture to start. But she didn‘t know what exactly was coming.
“We have ways to make people talk here. My ways are, unusual, but effective,” Tessa tied Jane’s toes together. She grabbed a stool and put Jane’s feet on top of it.
Jane couldn’t speak, fear had taken her voice.
Tessa now inspected Janes feet for some seconds before bringing her fingers up to them. For now, all she did was drag her fingers down Jane’s feet slowly. Jane thrashed about while giggling. Tessa’s tickling caught Jane off guard.
“That’s right, I use tickling to interrogate here,” Tessa smiled as she picked up the pace in her tickling.
Jane wasn’t sure what to think of this. It wasn’t what she expected, but that sort of made it worse. She wondered how bad Tessa was going to make this, how she was going to turn this into torture.
Tessa stopped and went back over to the drawer. She grabbed what she needed and came back. This time when she started tickling, it felt different. Janes eyes went wide and she laughed, hard. Tessa had a big smile on her face as she ran the metal scratchers down her feet. She was loving her laughter, and her terror also fueled her. She scratched away at her feet like it were a fun little game to her. To Jane, it was the worst thing she had ever experienced.
Tessa tickled her for a long 45 minutes. Her strategy of switching between the scratchers and her fingers seemed to work very well since Jane had tears streaming down her face. Jane couldn‘t see how this could be made worse.
Tessa was about to prove how. She got out the lotion and began applying it to her feet. The cool lotion actually felt good to Jane. But it didn’t a few seconds later when Tessa’s fingers once again pounced upon her feet. Jane’s reaction was delicious to Tessa, her laughter hard and forced, her body thrashing trying to escape, her head being thrown back. But she wasn’t done yet. She next grabbed a hairbrush, but she didn’t use it right away.
“Where is Michael?” Tessa finally asked long after the torment began.
”I-I don’t-“ she couldn’t even finish her answer but it was obvious she wasn’t going to say.
So, Tessa unleashed the hairbrush on her feet. Although she was laughing, with all her might, to her it was as bad as being stabbed in the chest. But Tessa didn’t care. In fact, the more Jane suffered, the more enjoyment Tessa got out of this. After a long, long time of torturous hairbrush tickling, Jane felt like she was going to die. But Tessa wasn’t done yet.
Next, Tessa went up to Jane and tore off her pants and panties. Jane didn’t have the strength to protest, but inside, she was terrified. Tessa grabbed two feathers from her drawer and came back over to Jane.
“Let’s see how sensitive this is~” Tessa fluttered the feathers over Jane’s pussy lips. It tickled, not as much as her feet, but it wasn’t meant to tickle much. Tessa was just teasing her. Tessa was surprised by how ticklish it was anyways. But then, she began to slip the feathers into her pussy. Tessa made quick work of her by making her cum in just a few minutes.
Then, Tessa began running her fingers up and down Jane’s lotioned feet. Jane laughed her hardest now, even without tools it was unbearable. Jane had been broken, her fear now overwhelming her. She was ready to talk.
“So Jane, will you tell me where Michael is?” Tessa asked.
Jane caught her breath and then began speaking, “He- he’s-”
”Sorry not quick enough,” Tessa said as she began tickling her feet again.
Tessa stopped after some minutes and picked the hairbrush back up.
“Nonononono, please I’ll talk, I’LL TALK!-“ Jane’s begging was cut off by Tessa resuming her hairbrush tickling.
All of Jane’s hope was gone. The hopelessness of the situation was setting in. This truly sadistic woman was a master of darkness and torment. And she tortured with a cold heartless smile on her face. Her passion was in misery.
“Maybe you’ll tell me after another couple of hours of tickling? Or maybe tomorrow? As long as it takes~”
