The Trial By JtheQuill
Melissa's Ordeal Part 6.
Maria took her place at the prosecutor's table, she had a few minutes to
contemplate the case before the trial would actually begin. She already knew
she couldn't sway from her course, she just hoped there wouldn't be any
complications to delay the outcome.
She removed a compact from her purse and looked at herself in the mirror. She
knew she looked professional enough. Perhaps she should have dressed sexier.
Judge Weathers was a funny old broad whom had been known to award cases to
shapely legs, rather than good arguments. Maybe a slightly shorter skirt would
have been more to her favor, but this case would be open and shut, she didn't
need an edge.
Movement to her left caught her eye, she turned to see the defense taking their
seats across from her. She almost didn't recognized her adversary. Her first
loss coming against her, Maria hadn't forgotten anything about her. She had a
very professional attitude and a very crisp appearance when they had first met.
This woman was completely the opposite of what she remembered. Her suit was
slightly wrinkled, and the skirt was so short, it was almost obscene for a
courtroom. Gone were the conservative pumps in exchange for stiletto heels.
Where the high collar had been, cleavage appeared. She seemed more bouncy,
more carefree. If she needed to influence the judge with cheesecake, let her.
She'd need more than that to win. What the hell was she smiling at? Curious,
Maria stood and went to say hello.
"All we have to do is wait awhile," Dian told her. "Karen should be here soon.
Here comes the prosecution."
Melissa rose to shake the extended hand of the approaching woman.
"Hi, I'm Maria, we met during 'State of California vs. McGee."
"I remember. You made some great arguments."
"I also lost."
"Hey, you win some, you lose some. It really doesn't matter in the end."
"I like your look. It's different than I remember."
"A friend suggested I try something new."
"Well, it's almost time. Good luck."
"You too."
"She seems nice." Dian told her when Maria was safely out of earshot. "Ask
her over for dinner tonight as a peace offering for winning the trial."
"What are you up to?"
Dian looked hurt, "What do you mean?
"I mean why do you want me to invite her over?"
"She might be fun to get to know, look how she dangles her pump, just like you
do. I wonder if she's as ticklish as you are."
"Knock it off, you can't do that to her."
"Why not? There is room in the stocks for both of you. I'd have twice as much
fun torturing two of you. After we win, ask her."
"How are you so sure we're going to win?"
Dian smiled, "Trust me."
The judge entered and the trial began, as Maria gave her opening arguments,
Melissa felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find Karen, holding a file
out to her and grinning.
She took the folder from her and quickly skimmed it. A look of surprise came
across her face. They were going to win. They didn't have to cheat or lie to
do it either, the evidence in the folder would be enough. It was almost over,
and Dian would give her the information she sought about the woman who had
become her obsession. Maria had finished her opening statement. Melissa
started to rise to put a quick end to this trial.
Dian put a hand on her shoulder.
"Remember, the trial has started. No matter how you do it, go for a 'not
guilty' verdict. I don't ever want to be up on these charges again."
"Your Honor, permission to approach the bench."
After conferring with the judge for a few moments, Maria was called to the
bench.
From Dian's point of view, Maria was visibly upset at the contents of the
folder being discussed. Almost too upset. She gazed over to Karen and made a
motion with her head towards the prosecutor. Karen nodded. Dian wanted to
know what this new lady lawyer had under her fingernails. Karen was to find
out what.
After long minutes of deliberation, Judge Gail Weathers, made her decision.
"With the arrival of this new evidence, the court finds the defendant 'not
guilty' on all counts."
Dian's smile grew. It had been a long night, but worth it. She had been out
last night, even though the police record in the judge's hand had records of
her never leaving Melissa's house. While out, she had broken into the house of
a councilwoman in a local district. Masked, she tied, and tickled the helpless
public servant and stole every piece of jewelry the woman owned, the woman
never once seeing her face. Once the police had filed a report of the
incident, Karen's contacts within the sheriff's office of her hometown were
able to fax her a copy of it. Combined with the transmitter logs from last
night, Melissa had enough evidence to get Dian off on all charges.
Maria looked heartbroken. She shook Melissa's hand with dignity and declined
the invitation to dinner and left the courtroom. Karen followed her
discreetly.
The victorious two headed back to Melissa's house. As Dian headed upstairs,
Melissa called to her. "About the woman who tickled me. You said, after I got
you off, and If I did everything you said, you'd tell me about her."
Dian looked at her thoughtfully, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
After a moment of staring at her shoes, Melissa raised her head. "Yes."
"Go have a seat, I'll be down in a second."
Melissa sat in one of the high-backed chairs in the kitchen. She daydreamed of
the confrontation. Not sure what she would do when the day came.
A click at her right wrist caught her attention. Dian had quietly come up
behind her and handcuffed her wrist to an arm of the chair. Her other wrist
was grabbed as Dian applied a chloroform soaked rag to her face. Too excited
to hold her breath, she inhaled deeply, almost anxious to be at Dian's mercy.
She awoke in her basement, which she had been converted into a workout room.
She was seated on a workout bench with ropes lacing her nylon-clad legs down to
it. Her hands were tied together above her head, the free end of the rope ran
up through a pulley and down to a stack of weights that were too heavy for her
to pull down. Her blazer had been removed, leaving her underarms and sides
completely unprotected. She looked at the shoes still covering her feet,
wondering why they weren't removed as well.
Dian stalked towards her and seated herself at the end of the bench, next to
Melissa's black high heels. The tall blonde watched as the lawyer flexed her
toes, causing the backs of her shoes to pop off her nylon-smoothed heels. "I
was just going to talk to you, but since you insist on being tickled, I guess I
have no choice but to oblige you." With a deft finger, the practiced thief
lifted the heels of the shoes, causing them to fall off the stocking soles of
her captive.
A few flutters from her fingers upon the vulnerable soles had Melissa squealing
helplessly with laughter. Closing her eyes, she tossed her head back and
consciously followed the sharp fingernails gliding across her ticklish feet.
The ropes kept her body immobile as she tried to buck and convulse away from
the torturous assault. She thought of the advice given to her, she stopped
fighting the desire to laugh and gave in to the agonistic torment thrust upon
her.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."
"What? You're not begging me to stop? I'm not happy unless I hear some
begging." Dian's nails flicked quickly at the sensitive toes, causing Melissa
to go wild. The poor girl laughed harder and harder, but still wouldn't beg.
"I know what you need." With one hand, Dian bent the Melissa's ticklish toes
back towards her tied ankles and dug the nails of her free hand into the smooth
nylon-clad foot bottoms of her helpless lawyer. Up and down they went, without
mercy, without end, until Melissa had no air to laugh with. Dian ceased the
assault, never having been begged to do so.
"Now do you want me to stop?"
Still out of breath, Melissa nodded yes. She meant it, she could stand it for
a while, but she didn't have the will for a continued assault. If she could
have begged, she would have.
Dian was smiling at her when she heard the front doorbell, "Wait right here,"
she told Melissa.
She went upstairs to investigate, she returned a moment later very excited. She
quickly grabbed a gagball off the floor and silenced Melissa with it.
"You're never going to believe this. Now, before you say 'no'," she flicked a
finger at the gagball, "Your friend, Maria, prosecutor from the trial this
morning, well, she decided to take you up on your offer of dinner. I think
she's hoping you'll want to go out to a club or something the way she's
dressed. She has this cute little 'come and get me' dress on, and these big
heels."
Melissa watched helplessly as she picked up the bottle of chloroform and the
rag. Melissa started to struggle desperately, she didn't want to drag Maria
into this. Unable to get free, she watched as Dian went towards the steps.
"Oh, it'll be okay." Dian told her. "It'll be nice to have a friend next to
you while your being tortured. You'll need the support. Besides, if she's
here, that means Karen should be here soon. That makes three of you to tie and
tickle and torture. God, I'm going to miss it here."
Melissa watched her ascend the stairs, she heard their heels move rapidly on
the hardwood floor, and realized Dian had struck.
She heard the heels begin to descend the staircase and looked up to see not
Dian, but Maria staring at her. She was wearing a short black tank dress,
black nylons and black high heels. Her raven hair had been teased out to make
it look even fuller as it dangled across her shoulders. She walked towards
Melissa quickly. "Are you okay?" She asked, pulling the gagball off.
"Yeah." Melissa nodded.
"Good." Maria said, throwing a leg over the workout bench. She came to a rest
straddling Melissa's legs, almost face to face with her. Her sharp, red
fingernails darted into the small hollows of Melissa armpits, liberally
scratching without mercy.
Melissa guffawed immediately, after enduring through Dian, she had no
resistance for Maria's assault. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, nngh, no, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, puh-, puhleez, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh no, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, st-, st-, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, sthaap, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha."
"Oh no, I'm not going to stop. Not for a long time." Her hands slid down to
Melissa's ribs, the nails scratching the tender skin below her bra.
"No! Nha-, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, not, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ah,
aha, ha, aagh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh, oh, nn-, nngh-, oh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh, no, ha, ha, ha, ooh, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha."
Maria continued her regime, dragging her sharp tools across Melissa's flat
tummy, lingering around her navel, inflicting excruciating tickles to arise.
She tickled and tickled until she was sure Melissa was exhausted. Moving
quickly she untied Melissa's legs from the bench and retied them, spread to a
barbell that she had laid lengthwise across the bench.
Reseating herself on the bench between her legs facing Melissa, Maria easily
reached behind her to the helpless lawyer's stocking feet, running her nails
against the smooth nylon-stretched soles.
Melissa burst forth with a fresh round of laughter, which steadily increased as
the sharp fingernails, slowly and deliberately, moved up her legs. They
lingered at her knees, causing harsh torrents of laughter to explode from her.
They then moved to her inner thighs and up towards her vagina. Her laughter
became more sporadic as she felt herself letting go. Her orgasm began slowly
and pulsated with the rhythmic advances of Maria's torture. Her body
convulsed briefly and she went limp.
Maria slowed her attack, then stopped altogether. She left her captive in the
basement and returned up the stairs. She stepped over Dian, chloroformed and
secured well with rope, and went to her bag for her cellular phone. Dialing,
she waited for an answer.
"Yes."
"Packages ready for pick up." She spoke once and hung up.
Melissa woke strapped in an antique wheelchair, one designed to keep the body
in a slightly reclined position. Her wrists were buckled to the arms of the
chair and two straps, one around her waist, the other just above her breasts,
kept her torso down. Her ankles were shackled to the leg supports so that her
stocking feet were suspended about a foot off the ground. Her mouth had been
taped shut with duct tape. She looked around the room she was in, four walls
and a door. Not recognizing where she was, she began to struggle against her
bonds.
A few moments later, Maria walked in and surveyed the captive girl. Satisfied
she wasn't going anywhere, she walked behind the chair and pushed her out the
door. Wheeling her down the hallway to another door, they entered a dark
room with two big windows covered by sheets.
Melissa's eyes fixed on a figure standing between the windows. A figure
wearing a black leather jacket, skintight leggings and black high heels. It
was the woman from her past.
The blonde thief turned to view the two arrivals.
"Well, Hello Melissa. It has been a long time. Amazing, isn't it. Dian
finding you and bending you to her will, and I found Maria, and did the same to
her. I shouldn't have expected any less from her though, I taught Dian well.
What were the odds.
"I just realized we've never been introduced, have we. You are Melissa the
lawyer. I am known by a few names, but my favorite is Felina. Felina Fatale,
at your service. Now Dian told me that you had some questions about me.
Unfortunately, I don't answer questions, I ask them. You've entered very
dangerous ground Melissa, are you prepared to pay the price?"
She looked at Melissa as if she expected an answer, but looked more towards her
eyes, reading the lawyers thoughts.
"The questions are that important to you. Let me offer some advice. You can't
touch me at all. I have no fear of letting you walk out of here unscathed. I
offer you your freedom. Let everything drop, and you can go."
Felina walked towards the first sheet and pulled it down from the wall
revealing the window and the room beyond. In the room was Dian, seated on a
table. Her limbs were locked into a pillory, her hands tied together in the
middle, her feet spread wide to either side of her hands. Two women were
seated at her feet, casually tickling the soft stocking bottoms as Dian pleaded
with them for mercy. Melissa couldn't hear the pleas through the soundproof
glass, but she could see the agony on her face.
"Dian left my tutelage a year ago, I wouldn't have minded so much, except she
embezzled a lot of money from a few of my accounts. She also uses a somewhat
loud version of my modus opperandi, which infuriates me. I'm keeping her for
pay back if nothing else."
The thief pressed a button on the wall, catching the attention of the two women
tickling Dian's feet. One of the women stopped and went to a counter on the
wall, retrieving a small jar. The other woman busied herself cutting the toes
off Dian's stockings with a pair of scissors. The two resumed their position
at Dian's helpless, bare feet, and began dipping cotton swabs into the jar.
They swirled the swabs, now covered in a white powder, around the defenseless
feet of their captive.
Dian went crazy, her body thrashing as much as the stocks allowed. Her hands
reaching desperately for her feet, which were held just beyond her grasp.
"Itching powder." Felina announced, pulling down the other sheet.
Melissa's eyes widened in horror as she looked into the other room.
Karen was tied spread-eagle to a table, wearing no more than a pair of
stockings and a garter belt. She was being tickled from every place possible.
Two women stood at her feet using their fingers, two were on either side of the
table, squeezing her knees, one knelt between her spread legs and worked her
clitoris with a feather, one straddled her waist poking ribs and scratching her
sides, two were leaning across her with feathers, teasing her nipples, next to
them were two scratching at her underarms, the last one was above her head,
titillating her ears and her neck.
"This one is a puzzle to us. I ordered one of my girls to get some information
from her, and she resisted. Two others tried where the last one had failed,
still no results. I admit this is a bit extreme, but I want to know how much
this one can take."
Melissa could barely see Karen's face. On occasion a girl would shift to her
left and the view would improve.
Karen's mouth was wide open, and tears streamed out of her eyes. Melissa saw
just how much Karen could endure.
"You have three choices. The first is walk away. I recommend that one. The
second is you can give one of these girls their freedom on the grounds that you
agree to take their place."
Melissa looked at her two companions, both in unyielding, unmerciful agony.
"The third is to win freedom for all three of you by doing a small job for me."
Melissa looked into the widening grin of her captor.
"Well, Melissa. What's your choice?"
end of part 6
Melissa's Ordeal Part 6.
Maria took her place at the prosecutor's table, she had a few minutes to
contemplate the case before the trial would actually begin. She already knew
she couldn't sway from her course, she just hoped there wouldn't be any
complications to delay the outcome.
She removed a compact from her purse and looked at herself in the mirror. She
knew she looked professional enough. Perhaps she should have dressed sexier.
Judge Weathers was a funny old broad whom had been known to award cases to
shapely legs, rather than good arguments. Maybe a slightly shorter skirt would
have been more to her favor, but this case would be open and shut, she didn't
need an edge.
Movement to her left caught her eye, she turned to see the defense taking their
seats across from her. She almost didn't recognized her adversary. Her first
loss coming against her, Maria hadn't forgotten anything about her. She had a
very professional attitude and a very crisp appearance when they had first met.
This woman was completely the opposite of what she remembered. Her suit was
slightly wrinkled, and the skirt was so short, it was almost obscene for a
courtroom. Gone were the conservative pumps in exchange for stiletto heels.
Where the high collar had been, cleavage appeared. She seemed more bouncy,
more carefree. If she needed to influence the judge with cheesecake, let her.
She'd need more than that to win. What the hell was she smiling at? Curious,
Maria stood and went to say hello.
"All we have to do is wait awhile," Dian told her. "Karen should be here soon.
Here comes the prosecution."
Melissa rose to shake the extended hand of the approaching woman.
"Hi, I'm Maria, we met during 'State of California vs. McGee."
"I remember. You made some great arguments."
"I also lost."
"Hey, you win some, you lose some. It really doesn't matter in the end."
"I like your look. It's different than I remember."
"A friend suggested I try something new."
"Well, it's almost time. Good luck."
"You too."
"She seems nice." Dian told her when Maria was safely out of earshot. "Ask
her over for dinner tonight as a peace offering for winning the trial."
"What are you up to?"
Dian looked hurt, "What do you mean?
"I mean why do you want me to invite her over?"
"She might be fun to get to know, look how she dangles her pump, just like you
do. I wonder if she's as ticklish as you are."
"Knock it off, you can't do that to her."
"Why not? There is room in the stocks for both of you. I'd have twice as much
fun torturing two of you. After we win, ask her."
"How are you so sure we're going to win?"
Dian smiled, "Trust me."
The judge entered and the trial began, as Maria gave her opening arguments,
Melissa felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find Karen, holding a file
out to her and grinning.
She took the folder from her and quickly skimmed it. A look of surprise came
across her face. They were going to win. They didn't have to cheat or lie to
do it either, the evidence in the folder would be enough. It was almost over,
and Dian would give her the information she sought about the woman who had
become her obsession. Maria had finished her opening statement. Melissa
started to rise to put a quick end to this trial.
Dian put a hand on her shoulder.
"Remember, the trial has started. No matter how you do it, go for a 'not
guilty' verdict. I don't ever want to be up on these charges again."
"Your Honor, permission to approach the bench."
After conferring with the judge for a few moments, Maria was called to the
bench.
From Dian's point of view, Maria was visibly upset at the contents of the
folder being discussed. Almost too upset. She gazed over to Karen and made a
motion with her head towards the prosecutor. Karen nodded. Dian wanted to
know what this new lady lawyer had under her fingernails. Karen was to find
out what.
After long minutes of deliberation, Judge Gail Weathers, made her decision.
"With the arrival of this new evidence, the court finds the defendant 'not
guilty' on all counts."
Dian's smile grew. It had been a long night, but worth it. She had been out
last night, even though the police record in the judge's hand had records of
her never leaving Melissa's house. While out, she had broken into the house of
a councilwoman in a local district. Masked, she tied, and tickled the helpless
public servant and stole every piece of jewelry the woman owned, the woman
never once seeing her face. Once the police had filed a report of the
incident, Karen's contacts within the sheriff's office of her hometown were
able to fax her a copy of it. Combined with the transmitter logs from last
night, Melissa had enough evidence to get Dian off on all charges.
Maria looked heartbroken. She shook Melissa's hand with dignity and declined
the invitation to dinner and left the courtroom. Karen followed her
discreetly.
The victorious two headed back to Melissa's house. As Dian headed upstairs,
Melissa called to her. "About the woman who tickled me. You said, after I got
you off, and If I did everything you said, you'd tell me about her."
Dian looked at her thoughtfully, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
After a moment of staring at her shoes, Melissa raised her head. "Yes."
"Go have a seat, I'll be down in a second."
Melissa sat in one of the high-backed chairs in the kitchen. She daydreamed of
the confrontation. Not sure what she would do when the day came.
A click at her right wrist caught her attention. Dian had quietly come up
behind her and handcuffed her wrist to an arm of the chair. Her other wrist
was grabbed as Dian applied a chloroform soaked rag to her face. Too excited
to hold her breath, she inhaled deeply, almost anxious to be at Dian's mercy.
She awoke in her basement, which she had been converted into a workout room.
She was seated on a workout bench with ropes lacing her nylon-clad legs down to
it. Her hands were tied together above her head, the free end of the rope ran
up through a pulley and down to a stack of weights that were too heavy for her
to pull down. Her blazer had been removed, leaving her underarms and sides
completely unprotected. She looked at the shoes still covering her feet,
wondering why they weren't removed as well.
Dian stalked towards her and seated herself at the end of the bench, next to
Melissa's black high heels. The tall blonde watched as the lawyer flexed her
toes, causing the backs of her shoes to pop off her nylon-smoothed heels. "I
was just going to talk to you, but since you insist on being tickled, I guess I
have no choice but to oblige you." With a deft finger, the practiced thief
lifted the heels of the shoes, causing them to fall off the stocking soles of
her captive.
A few flutters from her fingers upon the vulnerable soles had Melissa squealing
helplessly with laughter. Closing her eyes, she tossed her head back and
consciously followed the sharp fingernails gliding across her ticklish feet.
The ropes kept her body immobile as she tried to buck and convulse away from
the torturous assault. She thought of the advice given to her, she stopped
fighting the desire to laugh and gave in to the agonistic torment thrust upon
her.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."
"What? You're not begging me to stop? I'm not happy unless I hear some
begging." Dian's nails flicked quickly at the sensitive toes, causing Melissa
to go wild. The poor girl laughed harder and harder, but still wouldn't beg.
"I know what you need." With one hand, Dian bent the Melissa's ticklish toes
back towards her tied ankles and dug the nails of her free hand into the smooth
nylon-clad foot bottoms of her helpless lawyer. Up and down they went, without
mercy, without end, until Melissa had no air to laugh with. Dian ceased the
assault, never having been begged to do so.
"Now do you want me to stop?"
Still out of breath, Melissa nodded yes. She meant it, she could stand it for
a while, but she didn't have the will for a continued assault. If she could
have begged, she would have.
Dian was smiling at her when she heard the front doorbell, "Wait right here,"
she told Melissa.
She went upstairs to investigate, she returned a moment later very excited. She
quickly grabbed a gagball off the floor and silenced Melissa with it.
"You're never going to believe this. Now, before you say 'no'," she flicked a
finger at the gagball, "Your friend, Maria, prosecutor from the trial this
morning, well, she decided to take you up on your offer of dinner. I think
she's hoping you'll want to go out to a club or something the way she's
dressed. She has this cute little 'come and get me' dress on, and these big
heels."
Melissa watched helplessly as she picked up the bottle of chloroform and the
rag. Melissa started to struggle desperately, she didn't want to drag Maria
into this. Unable to get free, she watched as Dian went towards the steps.
"Oh, it'll be okay." Dian told her. "It'll be nice to have a friend next to
you while your being tortured. You'll need the support. Besides, if she's
here, that means Karen should be here soon. That makes three of you to tie and
tickle and torture. God, I'm going to miss it here."
Melissa watched her ascend the stairs, she heard their heels move rapidly on
the hardwood floor, and realized Dian had struck.
She heard the heels begin to descend the staircase and looked up to see not
Dian, but Maria staring at her. She was wearing a short black tank dress,
black nylons and black high heels. Her raven hair had been teased out to make
it look even fuller as it dangled across her shoulders. She walked towards
Melissa quickly. "Are you okay?" She asked, pulling the gagball off.
"Yeah." Melissa nodded.
"Good." Maria said, throwing a leg over the workout bench. She came to a rest
straddling Melissa's legs, almost face to face with her. Her sharp, red
fingernails darted into the small hollows of Melissa armpits, liberally
scratching without mercy.
Melissa guffawed immediately, after enduring through Dian, she had no
resistance for Maria's assault. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, nngh, no, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, puh-, puhleez, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh no, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, st-, st-, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, sthaap, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha."
"Oh no, I'm not going to stop. Not for a long time." Her hands slid down to
Melissa's ribs, the nails scratching the tender skin below her bra.
"No! Nha-, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, not, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ah,
aha, ha, aagh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh, oh, nn-, nngh-, oh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh, no, ha, ha, ha, ooh, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha."
Maria continued her regime, dragging her sharp tools across Melissa's flat
tummy, lingering around her navel, inflicting excruciating tickles to arise.
She tickled and tickled until she was sure Melissa was exhausted. Moving
quickly she untied Melissa's legs from the bench and retied them, spread to a
barbell that she had laid lengthwise across the bench.
Reseating herself on the bench between her legs facing Melissa, Maria easily
reached behind her to the helpless lawyer's stocking feet, running her nails
against the smooth nylon-stretched soles.
Melissa burst forth with a fresh round of laughter, which steadily increased as
the sharp fingernails, slowly and deliberately, moved up her legs. They
lingered at her knees, causing harsh torrents of laughter to explode from her.
They then moved to her inner thighs and up towards her vagina. Her laughter
became more sporadic as she felt herself letting go. Her orgasm began slowly
and pulsated with the rhythmic advances of Maria's torture. Her body
convulsed briefly and she went limp.
Maria slowed her attack, then stopped altogether. She left her captive in the
basement and returned up the stairs. She stepped over Dian, chloroformed and
secured well with rope, and went to her bag for her cellular phone. Dialing,
she waited for an answer.
"Yes."
"Packages ready for pick up." She spoke once and hung up.
Melissa woke strapped in an antique wheelchair, one designed to keep the body
in a slightly reclined position. Her wrists were buckled to the arms of the
chair and two straps, one around her waist, the other just above her breasts,
kept her torso down. Her ankles were shackled to the leg supports so that her
stocking feet were suspended about a foot off the ground. Her mouth had been
taped shut with duct tape. She looked around the room she was in, four walls
and a door. Not recognizing where she was, she began to struggle against her
bonds.
A few moments later, Maria walked in and surveyed the captive girl. Satisfied
she wasn't going anywhere, she walked behind the chair and pushed her out the
door. Wheeling her down the hallway to another door, they entered a dark
room with two big windows covered by sheets.
Melissa's eyes fixed on a figure standing between the windows. A figure
wearing a black leather jacket, skintight leggings and black high heels. It
was the woman from her past.
The blonde thief turned to view the two arrivals.
"Well, Hello Melissa. It has been a long time. Amazing, isn't it. Dian
finding you and bending you to her will, and I found Maria, and did the same to
her. I shouldn't have expected any less from her though, I taught Dian well.
What were the odds.
"I just realized we've never been introduced, have we. You are Melissa the
lawyer. I am known by a few names, but my favorite is Felina. Felina Fatale,
at your service. Now Dian told me that you had some questions about me.
Unfortunately, I don't answer questions, I ask them. You've entered very
dangerous ground Melissa, are you prepared to pay the price?"
She looked at Melissa as if she expected an answer, but looked more towards her
eyes, reading the lawyers thoughts.
"The questions are that important to you. Let me offer some advice. You can't
touch me at all. I have no fear of letting you walk out of here unscathed. I
offer you your freedom. Let everything drop, and you can go."
Felina walked towards the first sheet and pulled it down from the wall
revealing the window and the room beyond. In the room was Dian, seated on a
table. Her limbs were locked into a pillory, her hands tied together in the
middle, her feet spread wide to either side of her hands. Two women were
seated at her feet, casually tickling the soft stocking bottoms as Dian pleaded
with them for mercy. Melissa couldn't hear the pleas through the soundproof
glass, but she could see the agony on her face.
"Dian left my tutelage a year ago, I wouldn't have minded so much, except she
embezzled a lot of money from a few of my accounts. She also uses a somewhat
loud version of my modus opperandi, which infuriates me. I'm keeping her for
pay back if nothing else."
The thief pressed a button on the wall, catching the attention of the two women
tickling Dian's feet. One of the women stopped and went to a counter on the
wall, retrieving a small jar. The other woman busied herself cutting the toes
off Dian's stockings with a pair of scissors. The two resumed their position
at Dian's helpless, bare feet, and began dipping cotton swabs into the jar.
They swirled the swabs, now covered in a white powder, around the defenseless
feet of their captive.
Dian went crazy, her body thrashing as much as the stocks allowed. Her hands
reaching desperately for her feet, which were held just beyond her grasp.
"Itching powder." Felina announced, pulling down the other sheet.
Melissa's eyes widened in horror as she looked into the other room.
Karen was tied spread-eagle to a table, wearing no more than a pair of
stockings and a garter belt. She was being tickled from every place possible.
Two women stood at her feet using their fingers, two were on either side of the
table, squeezing her knees, one knelt between her spread legs and worked her
clitoris with a feather, one straddled her waist poking ribs and scratching her
sides, two were leaning across her with feathers, teasing her nipples, next to
them were two scratching at her underarms, the last one was above her head,
titillating her ears and her neck.
"This one is a puzzle to us. I ordered one of my girls to get some information
from her, and she resisted. Two others tried where the last one had failed,
still no results. I admit this is a bit extreme, but I want to know how much
this one can take."
Melissa could barely see Karen's face. On occasion a girl would shift to her
left and the view would improve.
Karen's mouth was wide open, and tears streamed out of her eyes. Melissa saw
just how much Karen could endure.
"You have three choices. The first is walk away. I recommend that one. The
second is you can give one of these girls their freedom on the grounds that you
agree to take their place."
Melissa looked at her two companions, both in unyielding, unmerciful agony.
"The third is to win freedom for all three of you by doing a small job for me."
Melissa looked into the widening grin of her captor.
"Well, Melissa. What's your choice?"
end of part 6
