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Melissa's Ordeal, (Part VII)

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The Final Chapter
Melissa's Ordeal, The Conclusion. By J the Quill.

"I'm glad we could come to terms." Felina Fatale smiled that wicked smile of
hers. Ignoring Melissa for a moment, she motioned for Maria to come closer.
"Have Amber join us, tell her to bring the dossier I gave her."
Maria left the two staring at each other, the cold looks from the lawyer to
the cool looks of the thief. Their relationship had progressed to master and
slave, as Felina said it would. Their organization was an enigma to Melissa.
An enigma that would always remain unsolved, leaving the poor girl to be
destroyed by her own curiosity.
Amber joined them moments later, carrying a folder. Amber was blonde, like
most of the women under Felina's rule. Like the rest she wore skintight
clothes and high heels. Melissa mused that Felina strove to create clones of
herself. Dian had been one of those clones. She was discovering more and more
about them, but the young lawyer realized she still knew very little.
"Amber," Felina began, "This is Melissa. Melissa has agreed to join our
little group on a temporary basis."
"How 'temporary'?" Amber asked.
"One job, tonight's to be exact."
Amber looked dismayed, but her look turned more to intrigued as she surveyed
Melissa. "Does she know what she's doing?"
"No, you're going to teach her."
"One day is not a lot for 'complete' training."
"She has had some experience, teach her what you can, then fake the rest,
you'll run back-up for her tonight, that should prevent any 'complications'."
"You got it." Amber turned her attention to Melissa. "Let's go."

They parked towards the rear of the Stanford Court Hotel. Amber cut the
engine and pulled out the folder. They went over the information once more to
make sure Melissa had everything down.
"Okay, what's our objective?" Amber started.
"A jade elephant with ivory tusks, it was created for the son of a Japanese
warlord during the sixth century. It has been passed down from father to son
until it reached the possession of Hiroshi Tanaka, who has no sons, therefore
he passed it on to his only daughter, Miko, on her twenty-first birthday."
Melissa replied.
Amber was impressed, the young lady lawyer had learned the case file quickly.
"Excellent, Why are they here?"
"Father and daughter are attending the Japanese Consulate's annual ball."
Melissa continued, "They took accommodations here because this is where the
ball is being held."
"Wonderful," Amber said, "Miko keeps it where?"
"If she's smart she should keep in the hotel safe, but your intelligence says
it's in the fire safe in her hotel suite."
"Good, the key to the safe is where?"
"That's what I have to get from her."
"Great. If everything holds true, her father should send her to bed around
9:00. He's old fashioned. Once the bodyguards are gone you make your move."
"How are we getting into the room?"
"Correction, 'we' aren't, you are. Don't ask how, you wouldn't want to know."
"That's what worries me."
"Don't worry, everything will go perfect. Tomorrow, if you want, we can dye
your hair back to its original color." Seeing the look on Melissa's face,
Amber continued. "I am sorry, but it was Felina's orders. Everyone goes in as
a blonde."
"I just wish she would have asked, rather than knocking me unconscious."
"It's time." Amber announced, looking at her watch. "Let's move."

They made their way to a rear access door. Amber picked the lock and they
were inside. Twenty feet down the hall they found a freight elevator. Two
minutes later they were on the roof. From her bag, Amber pulled out a pair of
padded ankle shackles and a length of rope. "Sit down." She told Melissa.
"You've got to be kidding, we're ten stories up."
"Twelve, now sit down."
Melissa sat down and watched fearfully as Amber shackled her ankles into the
padded cuffs. The practiced thief looped the rope through the rings and
secured it to a pipe on the roof. Handing Melissa her bag she pulled the black
stiletto heels from the lawyer's feet and put them in the satchel, pulling a
ball gag from it.
"The first time I did this, the gag kept me from crying out." She secured the
gag in Melissa's mouth and began lowering her over the side. Slowly Melissa
descended towards the balcony two floors below, as her eyes reached the point
where she could see into the room, her descent halted. She surveyed the room,
finding it empty, she signaled up to Amber. Her descent began again as she
gripped the rail guiding herself to a gentle landing on the balcony. From her
sitting position she unlocked her ankles and pulled her shoes on. She gave a
quick tug on the rope and the shackles ascended out of sight.
"Can you hear me?" A whisper came from the small earpiece she had been fitted
with.
"Yeah." She whispered back.
"Okay, you're loud and clear, if you get into trouble, I'll be there as soon
as possible. Until then, you're on your own."
"Great." She said sarcastically. Trying the sliding glass door, she found it
open. She slipped inside and looked about the room. She found the safe and,
as expected, didn't find the key. She checked her watch; it was 9:05. Her
prey should be here any minute. She quickly hid in the bedroom closet. Using
a small penlight, she pulled the bottle of chloroform and a handkerchief from
the bag. She heard the front door of the suite open and close. She heard
footsteps approaching. She tensed and got ready to strike. As a shadow passed
in front of the closet door, she acted. She leapt from the closet, taking the
smaller girl from behind. She pinned the girl's arms and cupped the cloth over
her face. The girl struggled for a moment then went limp in her arms. She
laid her captive on the floor and quickly searched her for the key. The girl
was very petite and very attractive. She had smooth skin and looked
unblemished. The search took no time. Coming up empty, she pulled the bag out
of the closet and began removing the coils of rope from it. As she stood over
the cute Japanese girl, something rang in her mind. The small Asian girl must
have caught a big whiff of the chloroform. She went out like a light. Melissa
usually struggled for at least twenty seconds before blacking out. An arm shot
out from her captive's 'sleeping' figure, it caught Melissa at the back of her
ankles and sent her flying. She landed on her back and the air left her body.
Before she knew what was gong on, the little girl had sprung atop her, using
her legs to pin the lawyer's arms down, and pressing the chloroform soaked rag
across her attacker's mouth and nose. Panicked, Melissa breathed in the
chloroform, before she could stop herself, she breathed again, then again. Her
breathing became rhythmic, and the world went black.

She was getting used to waking up restricted. She was on the couch, her hands
were tied well above her head. Another rope wrapped around her ankles keeping
her form stretched out in a laying position. The short black pants she had
been wearing had been removed, leaving her in her undergarments. She looked
over her predicament, wondering how she would explain her way out of this.
She raised her eyes to see the cute Japanese girl coming towards her.
"So you are awake now, bad girl." She said in accented English. "Now you
will answer Mikos questions, or Miko will make you very uncomfortable." She
sat at Melissa side and pulled a notepad and a pen from the table. "Now, tell
Miko your name, bad girl."
"My name is Amber."
Miko dropped the pad and began running her long fingernails across Melissa's
tummy and along her sides. "Bad girl! You are lying to Miko. Tell Miko the
truth."
Melissa exploded into laughter as the painful sensations squirmed across her
nerve endings. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, no, no, ha, ha, ha, ahh'll tell, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."
"Now, tell Miko the truth." The Asian girl demanded of her, stopping her
tickling attack, but not removing her hands from her captive's sides.
"Melissa."
"What were you doing in Miko's room, bad girl?"
"I made a mistake. I thought this was someone else's room. NO WAIT-, Ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. No! NO! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, nnngh-, no, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha."
"You lied to Miko again, bad girl. Miko will make you laugh harder now."
Miko said as her fingers danced across Melissa's exposed ribcage. Smiling with
delight, her fingers slowly made there way to the helpless armpits of this cute
occidental thief. Her captive's eyes went wild and her laugh stopped as the
sensations increased to the point of paralyzing panic. "You had your chance to
talk, now you will suffer."
She called out in Japanese, towards the closed door. Two more beautiful women
entered, her bodyguards, both Japanese, slightly older than Miko, they moved
towards the end of the couch where her feet were tied. The knelt before them
and easily removed her heels, revealing her stocking soles. Melissa barely had
a chance to recover as the two Asian beauties attacked her helplessly ticklish
foot bottoms.
"NO!!!!!" was the last word she got out before her mouth froze open in a
silent laugh. The sensations coursed through her body, wracking her with
spasms. Unfortunately for her the ropes held against every ounce of strength
she had. The assault lasted five harrowing minutes, with the two women finding
every ticklish nerve on her ultra-sensitive feet. They teased and tormented
her arches and her toes. They found her "spot", as Karen had called it, and
they spread her toes to find the vulnerable spots in between. When she thought
it couldn't get any worse, Miko slowly dropped her nails into the hollows of
her armpits again, sending her over the edge.
She tried to twist or turn away from the torture, but the strength had left
her. She was unable to fight the tickling sensations being inflicted upon her.
Miko spoke some more words in Japanese to her bodyguards. One stood and
replaced her at Melissa's side. Miko shifted towards her hips and produced a
pair of scissors, quickly cutting her panties off, exposing her vagina. The
young Asian beauty reached into Melissa's bag and produced a stiff feather.
She looked right into Melissa's eyes, "So, bad girl, you were going to tie Miko
up and tickle her until you got what you wanted, now Miko will tickle you until
I get what I want."
The sensations hit her like a train wreck. Her feet, her underarms, and her
womanhood were all ravaged at the same time. Her back arched and her eyes
rolled back into her head as her body tried to defend itself against the
horrible torture being inflicted upon it. She began to orgasm, but this time
it felt more intense. Like her body had taken all the torture that it could
and was letting her know she would not achieve more than was inflicted upon
her. She passed out, sleeping very restful, not fitful as she had in the past,
her body felt completely relaxed.
She awoke in the same position, with Miko still over her, holding the feather,
waiting for her to regain consciousness.
"Who do you work for?"
Having no strength to endure another session, Melissa spoke truthfully. "A
woman named Felina, she forced me to break in here and torture you for your
jade elephant, she's holding some friends of mine, if I don't comply she won't
release them."
"I believe you." Miko said, dropping the accent. The smile on Miko's face
widened, she twisted her head around to the bedroom. "Are you satisfied?"
"Very," said an all too familiar voice from the darkness of the master suite,
"I am proud of you Miko." Felina Fatale walked from the bedroom and embraced
the young Japanese girl. "I knew I made the right choice."
Ignoring Melissa, Miko walked towards the wall. Pulling on a painting on the
wall, she revealed the location of the room's safe. She tapped a few digits on
the keypad and opened it, removing the elephant statue Melissa had come for.
She walked back and handed the statue to Felina. "I present you with this gift
to bind our friendship."
"I accept the gift," Felina responded, "and ask that you join my organization,
not as a pupil, but as an equal."
"I accept your offer."
"I name you head of our Japanese branch. I believe I have made a wonderful
choice."
"What of this one?" Miko said, pointing to Melissa.
Felina smiled that wicked smile of hers. "Later." She said, "Right now she
is no trouble, and no harm. She has chosen freely to be here, let us show her
how thorough we can be.
The two pounced upon Melissa's helpless form and began a tickling regime the
likes of which she had never felt. They found every ticklish spot of her body,
teasing and exploiting those spots until Melissa had no control of her bodily
functions. The two expert ticklers worked their way from the nape of her neck,
to the tips of her toes, dragging every ounce of strength from her, forcing her
to laugh as hard as she could, for as long as she could. They showed no mercy.
The assault lasted for hours, Melissa losing consciousness several times.
They would untie her, and retie her in another position. They would revive
her, only to begin tickling her again. The excruciating torture finally ended,
leaving Melissa a giggling mess.

She giggled for an hour as they marched her to a car, drove her home and
released her. A horrible, uncontrolled giggle. She jerked and lurched at the
slightest touch, afraid the torment would begin again. None was forthcoming.
They left her in front of her house, still giggling, still wearing that gaudy
costume they all wear, still blonde. She made her way into the house, showered
and slept, until she heard the banging on her door.

Epilogue.

"-and your client is absolutely resolved with these terms?"
"Yes, your honor, my client has fully agreed to the terms of the guilty plea
for a lighter sentence. She had readily agreed to incarceration in Napa State
Hospital for a period no less than three years, at which time she shall begin
parole proceedings upon her psychiatrist's evaluation."
"The court accepts the guilty plea and agrees to the sentence. Well done
councilor."
"Thank you ma'am." Maria left the judge's chamber and went across the hall to
the public phone. She dropped in some change and dialed a number. The phone
picked up. "It's done." Was all she said, then she hung up. She walked out to
her car and got in. She paused a moment, thinking but for the grace of God,
that it could have been her.

Melissa stepped out of the car, still hugging herself, due to the
straitjacket. She walked with fear, realizing there was no way out for her.
She had seen the documents the judge had signed. She had seen the
augmentations that Felina had made. She saw her "doctor's" evaluation, all
falsified, claiming she was paranoid, delusional, and suffering from split
personalities. Regardless of whom she talked to, no one would believe her.
She hardly believed it herself.
The police had a warrant for her arrest. They had found her car was ticketed
in the neighborhood of the councilwoman who was attacked a few nights before.
They had found enough evidence in her home to make an airtight case. They had
found her blonde. Only one person jumped to her defense, Maria, who
conveniently produced a power of attorney, and pled her case for her. Now she
was sentenced to three years under observation in an asylum.
She was led to a padded cell and left there, still locked in the straitjacket.
She was alone for a few hours when she heard the keys turning in the lock on
the door. A guard entered and shut the door behind her. A guard with short
blonde hair and a perky grin.
"Karen?!?"
Karen smiled at her and produced a pair of sheer, black nylons from behind her
back, "We're going to have a fun three years."

The End
 
This was one of the first tickling stories I read on the internet back on the old plume sight when it existed. I remembered libtick's old stories used to be there. I don't remember reading these last two chapters though. Wow, what a great story. It's better than I remember it being. I wish Jthequill would write more. I think Melissa needs a happy ending.
 
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