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Sapphire surveyed the room around her, passing a quick gaze over the assembled guests mingling together. She smiles derisively, giving them only a seconds notice; the incongruity of that thought catching her by surprise. Gathered here are some of the richest and most connected people in the city, people she would happily steal from any day of the week. The value of what she stole could easily set her up for life, even with her...extravagent lifestyle. But right now she isn't interested in any of them. Then again, she wouldn't be much of a thief, never mind one of the best professional thieves in the world, if she could be distracted from her focus so easily. And tonight her focus is something so valuable to make the collected riches of these aristocrats, debutants and businessmen seem like small change. Possibly something so valuable as to be beyond value. Money certainly isn't her motivation here tonight.
She had gone to great lengths to perfect her role, to play a character that would fit in perfectly here. That is part of being a thief. It isn't all about midnight climbs over rooftops or sneaking in past high tech security. Of course, she has the skills to do that, her body in peak physical condition. But sometimes a more subtle choice is needed, almost hiding in plain sight. She is very good at that, possesing an almost natural talent to blend in anywhere. Of course, looking the part contributes greatly to that. Hence the small fortune she has spent on tonight's outfit; a low cut black satin dress with matching silk gloves and extremely sheer black stockings, which had almost cost as much as the dress itself. It had certainly been worth the cost, her apparel matching perfectly with the elaborately dressed guests.
Of course, tonight is not about value or cost. It is about what is hers, or should have been. Sapphire cannot help a scowl crossing her face, just for a second. The Titans Eye; the finest and most expensive diamond in the world, supposedly cut for for a Great King of historical fame. And something that Sapphire had been chasing for years, following it's trail across the world and through the years. It had taken her years of work to even pick up its trail, a trail woven with myth and legend. And years more to track where it was now. Most people might say this was an obbession. And that is likely true. But it is an obbession Sapphire is going to realise. The trail hadnt been hard to trace, leading her from univesity to university until she tracked it to the collection of Lord Hugh Montague, a man with more money than he knew what to do with. Although he did seem to spend a lot of it on acquiring antiquites.
She had spent weeks planning her approach, studying his house and security. And on the night she made her move, it was gone. Just gone, the cabinet holding it completely empty. Sapphire would have screamed in frustration, but that night yielded a bit of luck. She had been informed by Lord Montague's secretary, a prim and proper lady with a haughty demenour, that it had been sold to a third party. Sapphire had been furious, demanding to know who had brought it. Of course, she had become a bit more..talkative after a little persuasion. Sapphire smiled at the memory of the sweet laughter of her gorgeous victim as she tickled her feet torturously slowly.
Shortly, she had her lead and the chase was on again; this time leading her to France, to the chateaux of one lady Mellisa Belle, noted archeologist and historian as well as heir to the Belle family fortune, money that comes both from her inheritance and as profit from her business dealings. Which brings us back to the now, to right here. The Titan's Eye is here in this house and she will not be denied again she thinks with a wicked smile as she looks over at her host who is slowly working around the room. She wishes she could be here to see her face when she finds her prized treasure gone. Of course, she wouldn't be stupid enough to stick around once she has her prize.
Speaking of not sticking around, she thinks to herself as she sees her host approaching in her direction, now would probably not be a good time to be here. Moving at a casual place, Sapphire slips out of the ballroom and into the dimly lit corridor outside. You see, host isn't quite right. That would actually imply you were on the guest list, which she most certainly isn't. Of course, getting in here hadn't been that hard; the right voice, the right look, the right clothes and the right voice are usually all that's needed. Playing a role is easy for her; the right one can open most doors. In this just a little twist of aristocratic snobbery and derision had been all she needed, an absolute forthright assertion that she should be here.
She used that attitude now, her every move conveying the appearance that she had every right to be where she is and where she is going. Oh, she knows where she is going very well. In fact, she could literally find her way blindfolded. Preparation is the key to a job like this and Sapphire had been preparing for a very long time. She slips along the corridor like a ghost, perfectly silent and unseen, not that there is anyone here to see her. All the security in the chateaux is focused a few floors up; since there are too many people moving around down here for it to do much good. Moving to the foot of the staircase ahead of her, sapphire presses her back to the wall, unzipping the back of her dress and quicky shimmying out of it, revealing the skin tight black teddy underneath which rides high up on her hips, showing off her gorgeous legs and the full extent of her stockings. As form fitting as her dress has been, she needs something with less loose material now. Folding the dress so she can collect it later, Sapphire moves with silent purpose up the stairs, alert and wary for a single sound that could signal the presence of a guard or member of the household staff. Either could give her away and make tonight worthless. But Sapphire isn't going to let that happen.She knows every inch of the chateaux, quickly following a perfectly memorised path to the room she had been looking for, surveying the door in front of her.
She smiled, it is exactly as she had expected. She hadn't just investigated the physical layout of the mansion, but every exacting detail, right down to the security system guarding what she had come to claim. That had been the real sticking point, that her host had sprung for some very high tech security; namely a electronic code lock containing triple layer encryption cyphera with thousands of permutations on each layer. How many exactly, Sapphire doesn't know. But then she doesn't need to. Even the most high tech security can be beaten with a high tech solution. And that is what the box she pulls from her belt is, a clever little micro computer capable of cracking even the most sophisticated lock, which is what she sets it to immediately, the device flashing away silently with mechanical purpose. Not exactly a bit of kit you can just pick up in a eletrical store and one that Sapphire considered herself very lucky to aquire. Glancing to either side of her, alert to the slightest sound, she waits tensly until the computer chimes. She only allows herself a sigh of relief once she has stepped through the open door and inside the vault.
Inside she sees exactly what she had expected, glass cases stretching as far as she can see, each containing of dozens of trinkets that would fetch a grand price on the open market. But trinkets are not what Sapphire has come to collect and she certainly isn't going to get her prize just standing here.
Luckily for her, the item she is looking for is very easy to spot, having been given pride of place as befits its reputation. Sapphire advances towards the single glass cabinet in the middle of the vault, her hand brushing the glass as she stares as the multifaceted brilliance inside. This truly is a moment she has longed for and one that she will take pleasure in savouring when she is long way from here.
'No lock, huh.' Sapphire muses, moving her hand to the catch that separates her from her prize. 'Very sloppy.' Sloppy, but surprisingly common; it is strange how many people put their faith in just one security measure and assume it is foolproof. The catch quickly yields to her touch, her hand grabbing the diamond the second the door is open. The solid, smooth surface feels so good in her hand and yet she is taking no chances with something this precious; slipping it into the padded case on the front of her belt, checking twice that it is properly closed before retracing her steps to the exit.
A quick check of the corridor outside revealed it to be clear, so Sapphire slipped out, planning to head along the route she had already selected for her exit since heading back down stairs came with too much risk of being seen. Planning being the operative word, rapid footsteps from behind her flowing up to her ears. Those are often the worst things for a thief to hear and Sapphire feels the familiar rush of adrenaline, realising she is cut of from her escape route. Quickly she forms a new plan, rushing towards the stairs. That plan dies quickly, more footsteps echoing from down there too.
Sapphire has no time to worry about how she was discovered, because she is sure she has been. And she really cannot stay here. When the unexpected happens, do the unexpected. Those have always been words she had lived by, so why should she break the habit of a life time.
Sapphire broke into a run towards the footsteps approaching on this floor, heart pounding in her chest. Of course she is scared, who wouldn't be. And yet a little exhilarated at the same time. This is what she lived for; the thrill of the chase and of being caught. Not that she had ever been caught. Still the thrill remains, part of why she does this. She has only ever admitted this to herself through hastily scribbled words in her journal, but the thought of being caught and in someone's clutches secretly excites her. Although this is a part of hers she has kept burried for years; it certainly isn't a good attitude for a thief to posses.
The footsteps are close now and Sapphire rounded the corner at a full run, catching the black suited security guards ahead of her completely off guard. Unexpected. Sapphire grins. Gets them every time.
Keeping up her momentum, she leaps at the head of the closest, fingers sinking into luscious orange locks as she uses her head as a springboard to leap over her pursuers. Ignoring the cry of 'hey' and loud footsteps behind her, Sapphire sprints on, knowing that up ahead lies escape. But it is her that is about to be caught by the unexpected.
Rounding the next corner, Sapphire collides with something solid and unyielding, knocking her to the ground as the force of her momentum tried to carry her forward. At least whatever she had collided with was soft too, the impact more surprising than painful. But it still sent her tumbling to the ground in an undignified sprawl.
Her head spinning, Sapphire just managed to catch a glimpse of another black suit, the figure wearing it towering over her, standing at least as tall as her and maybe half as tall again. Then she feels a sharp prick in her arm, her hand brushing the dart that has hit her. Then she remembers nothing else.
Darkness greets Sapphire as she awakes, leaving her disorientated and a little concerned. At least until she realsises her eyes are closed. Opening them proves harder than expected, her body still groggy from the last traces of whatever drug had knocked her out. She still has enough awareness to tell she is standing, yet it feels like she is floating somehow. For a second she thinks it is another trick her mind is playing, until she looks up to see her hands are tied to a sturdy metal beam over her head, her feet just barely touching the floor since the pressure of the cuffs holding her have left her standing on tip toes. She struggled for a few seconds, then curses suddenly. Her belt is gone, obviously having been stripped from her by who ever tied her up. And that means they have taken the jewel with it. But more worryingly, she feels oddly more vulnerable without it or the tools she has come to rely on. Still, that means she will just have to rely on something else. That would have been her usual response but this time she has nothing to hand, litterally. The room around her is completely empty, four plain walls of black metal surrounding her on all sides.
'You know, you could have just called the cops.' Sapphire quips to the empty air, her words helping her to make her feel a bit more in control.
'Is that what you want?' a voice asks, startling the bound woman. Clearly the room is not as empty as she had thought. 'I think not. Far too ordinary an end to the great Sapphire. And too ordinary a punishment.'
'You seem to know a bit about me.' Sapphire says, trying as best she can to find the source of this voice. But even straining her neck as far as she can, she can see nothing. 'How about returning the favour?'
'Oh, we will meet soon enough, Sapphire.' the disembodied voice continues. 'I went to too much trouble to get you here for us not to meet face to face. But business must come before such pleasures I'm afraid.'
'Get me here?' Sapphire asks, totally confused. 'Nobody brought me here.'
'Of course I did.' the voice mumurs smoothly. 'I just had to dangle the bait you couldn't refuse in front of you and I knew you would dance to my tune. The diamond, my dear. Did you really think it was pure coincedence that piece of information found its way too you? I knew you would hear it and would come running like a moth to a flame. How could you resist the one treasure that had illuded you for soon long?'
Sapphire doesn't respond, her mouth suddenly dry. She really doesn't like this. While she would never admit it to her, this mysterious captor seems to know a lot about her, most of which is right on the money. She must have taken that hesitation as stubbornness because she spoke again. Not being able to see the source of the voice just adds to her nervousness, even though she doesn't think she means to hurt her.
'As I said, I have business to attend to. But we will talk soon.'
'Hey!' Sapphire calls out. 'Hey!! You can't just leave me here like this.'
'Of course not.' the voice chuckles slowly. 'I will make sure you are suitably entertained.'
Sapphire really doesn't like that, her head jerking around as the sound of soft footsteps reach her ears. The sound grows, echoing as it gets closer until after a minute two women emerge from the darkness around her, each one dressed in matching catsuits; one black, one blue. With just a slow nod, Blue and Black advance towards her. Black walks past her and Sapphire can no longer see what she is doing. But she can all to well see what Blue has in mind, the brunette kneeling in front of her. Before Sapphire can even speak she has unlaced and removed the boot and sock from her left foot,
'Hey.' Sapphire exclaims in surprise. 'Stop that.' Her heart is pounding, the thought of how much this faceless woman knew about her flooding back into her mind. They can't know about that, can they? How could they; her private desire remaining a secret that she had never told anyone. But they do know, she is sure of it. The sly smile Blue shoots her as she removes her other boot seals that deal.
Sapphire had to fight the urge to struggle, not wanting to let her captors know how worried she was. Maybe she had read this wrong. Maybe they just...liked feet or something. As long as they weren't going to tickle her. Course, whatever they were going to do, Sapphire is now more helpless. Removing her boots had made if much harder for her feet to touch the floor, her toes dangling clear the smooth metal below her.
What happpens next surprised the hapless thief; Blue stood and moved away from her, leaving her more confused as she took hold of her shoulder and spun her around slowly, the bar she is tied to spinning with her. Sapphires eye widen as she stopped now facing Black, her hands resting on a control panel on the wall behind her she hadn't been able to see before.
Before she can even wonder what it does, a single flick of a switch answers that question. With a soft whirl the floor under her feet slides away, revealing a mass of what looks like red feathers underneath. As they move, rising up, Sapphire realises to her horror they are feathers, dozen of soft points directed right at her feet. Her head jerks up, really not liking where this is going. 'What are you..ahhh.' Sapphire shreiks in surprise, the bar lowering just a few feet then stopping with a jerk. She isn't touching the floor, but she is much closer to the feathers than she would like.
Sapphire tries to remain definant, innoring the pounding of her pulse in her ears. 'Is this supposed to scare me? I mean, seriously, you think this is some kind of bad spy movie? You guys need a better trap than some feathers.'
'oh?' Black grins evily. 'I thought you looked a little scared to me. Still, if you aren't worried about them, maybe we should...'
Sapphire has to fight to keep very still as the bar starts to lower again, not with a sudden drop but a slow decent. The chain clinks in time with that, carrying her closer to the feathers. She bits her lip as subtly as she can, waiting for the moment when the chain will stop. Panic grips her as she starts to think it will not stop. 'Wait, no.' Sapphire blurts out quicky, that panic leaping into her voice.
'Hmmm?' Black smiles, even as she stops Sapphire's descent. 'No, why would you want us to stop? Unless something about this has you..worried. There wouldn't be something you aren't telling us, would there?'
'N..no.' Sapphire stammers, trying to keep her feet flat and as far as way from the feathers as she can without making it too obvious. 'Nothing.' That second word is spoken with more conviction but she worries about what she has already given away.
'No, well then, why don't we...'
'No, don't.' Sapphire shreiks, watching in horror as Black reaches for the switch again. 'alright, alright.' She takes a quick breath, working up to what she is going to say. 'Okay, I'm...ticklish alright. So, please, don't put me in..those.' her gaze flicks down to the feathers beneath her then back up to her captors.
'See, that wasn't so hard.' Black smiled. 'But, you did lie to us. So maybe a little punishment is in order.'
'No, nonono, nooooo.' Sapphire shrieks as Black flicks the switch again, sending her dropping until the chain jerks her to a halt. But this time it is so much different. Her feet aren't hovering above the feathers, they are totally surrounded by them. This might not have been so bad had Sapphire kept her cool but she is not really. Her body is acting on her own acord, trying to lift her feet clear of the feathers. But her chains hold her in such a way that she can only manage the smallest movements. Each twitch and shift of her foot, dragging the soft tips over her soles.
Sapphire bites her lip, holding back the laughter she feels, knowing at the same time she cannot hold it back for long. Her feet are easily the most ticklish part of her, so sensitive that she cannot walk barefoot on her carpets and rugs at home for fear they will send her into fits of giggles. And these feathers are so much softer than those.
There, that did it. Sapphire shouldn't have thought that thought, but she did. And it is out now, adding to her helplessness and ticklishness. She squirms more energetically and frantically, the tickling sensations just growing stronger. Still, she mustn't laugh, she mustn't show them how much this is effecting her.
Something she realises with a start she might not be able to do much longer, each second her feet spend in the feathers, they seem to become more sensitive. Then she suddenly has other worries. Blue is beind her suddenly, warm breath caressing her neck, her subtle hands reaching around to brush her sides. Sapphire freezes, heart pounding.
'Oh, no. Not there.' that thought whispers inside her head, heard only by her. But she is sure her body has betrayed her again, feeling her hips sway as she tries to dislodge the soft fingers that are teasing her shirt.
Her sides are ticklish too, she knows this. But she has no ideas how much. Her last tickling experience, one she had tried so hard to forget had only focused on her feet. And that had been terrible enough, made more terrible by knowing what was going to happen. But this is totally unexplored territory for her.
Then those fingers slowly drag across her tummy, inching towards her sides and Sapphire cannot help chucking, her body betraying her for a third time, her laughter bubbling from her mouth. Three strikes and your out. Sapphire wonders how she can think that clearly, her mind practically screaming at her. Shrieking helplessly, Sapphire squirms and tries to pull her feet away. With no success. Each movement exposes more of her feet to the feather's touch, her helpless struggles pushing her soles deep into them. They wrap around her soles and slip between her toes, the pattern changing from second to second in a way she cannot follow.
'Noohohohohahahaha.' Sapphire wails in desperation. 'Don'tdohohoohohooo. Heheeheheehehe.' her feet are twitching, her toes spreading wide letting the feathers slip between them, stroking right up against them.
Around her feet they dance; stroking, teasing, tormenting and tickling all at the same time. She has to suck in a breath, hoping to fight down her growing reactions. How can they know this about her, know the one thing that she has always feared happening to her. And yet, deep down, secretly wished to feel.
This is her most terrible fear brought to life; held at the mercy of someone who will stop at nothing to tickle her, purely for the enjoyment of hearing her laughing. Something she had dreaded ever feeling again, so why does part of her like this?
'Where had that thought come from?' Sapphire has no answer but she cannot deny it. Part of her, a little voice inside her head, likes this. She can feel it there, small but very noticable. Like the heat she can feel in her panties.
And the naked lust she detects in Blue's voice, her breath and tone caressing her ear like a gentle lover.
But she had never imagined it might feel anything like this. This tickle torture is truly a wonderful and terrible creation, tickling her to such heights that she had never imagined. And it will not stop. No matter what she does.
That thought is what turns her on more, her total helplessness in front of her captor's desires. Now her control has been totally taken away from her.
Sapphires squirms, biting down on her lip for a second, unable to contain her laughter much longer. 'Mmmmhmmmmhahahahaaahaaa.' Sapphire shrieks, fighting desperately to lift her feet clear of the brushes. 'You can't do this to meheheeheeeheee.' Sapphires words desolve into giggling laughter as she cannot hold her feet clear any longer.
'Why not? What can you do to stop us?' Black purrs. 'Nothing. And maybe you don't want too, hmm?'
Sapphire blanches. Just how much do they know? She is sure that this had not been coincidence but she is starting to feel very vulnerable here. Like all her secrets have been laid bare.
'You can do nothing.' Black whispers, slipping up behind her and wrapping her arms around her waist. Her breath teases her neck, then her ear as she nibbles on it gently. 'Nothing to stop us doing what we want to you, whatever we want.'
Sapphire leaps again, hands suddenly brushing her sides, knowing instantly what that means. She tries to stop it, to move away of she can. But she can't, her body suddenly unwilling to move. She is lost in this part of her fantasy, her body already being tickled and knowing she is going to be tickled more. And secretly craving it.
What will she do? That questions flicks through her mind? How will she tickle her? Slow and soft? Or fast and strong? She has no idea but both options make her body buzz with pleasure, ripples dancing over her skin. More laughter bubbles up from her mouth, leaving her shaking as she tries to fight her giggles. The touch on her sides makes that next to impossible, her head pressed down to her chin. That reaction is instinctual, her whole body trying to protect herself. But tied and bound as she is, her arms cannot do that. So her soft flesh is left totally defenceless.
Up and down her sides Black's fingers dance, tickling her skillfully. So skillfully, Sapphire cannot help responding to it, her body growing hotter and hotter. That reaction scares her, knowing she cannot control it. It will give her away, revealing her secret. And then she has no idea what her captors will do then. What worries her more, it is why this woman wants her.
'Come on, guys.' Sapphire pants deeply. 'Can...can't we just call this quits? Can't you just let me go.'
'We could. But that wouldn't be any fun. So, I tell you what...' Blue purred, leaning forward to watch Sapphire squirm with a sly smile on her face that made her body tingle again. 'If you can take us tickling you for 20 minutes and not cum, we let you go. If not, well, we get decide what to do with you.'
Sapphire still thinks she can do that, despite how turned on she feels. But she really has no choice but to take thier challenge either way. 'Fine. I'll do it. Let's get this over with.'
'Hmm, I dont think you are ready yet. We just need something else.' Blue smirked, pulling a long strip of satin out from her catsuit. 'Just something to make this more fun.'
Hey, wait a minute.' Sapphire protests. But her words do no good, the strip of cloth tied gently over her eyes by Blue. Now blindfolded, Sapphire trembles more, her head twisting this way and that. Trying to hear any sound of where the two women might be. This is worse than just being tickled, the terrible idea that she doesn't know how or where she might be tickled. Her mind instantly conjours up dozens of possibilities though.
She can still feel the brushes around her feet, thier touch keeping her at a low level of tickling. But she is managing to resist it for now. Until hands touch her sides, not two but four. Sapphire starts, a fresh protest dies in her throat. She is instantly laughing again, the four sets of soft, subtle fingers running all over her sides. One set is focusing on her ribs, using her fingernails with just the right amount of pressure. Sapphire knows that is no mean feat, more than anyone she knows how the wrong touch will quickly decend into scratching instead of tickling. And this woman is walking that line perfectly. But the other pair of hands are walking a tollally differenent line.
Light touches on her hips are all she can feel, occassionally running along the outside of her thighs. Or worse the insides. Sapphire stiffens each time she is touched there, the fingers coming close to brushing her sex, to touching her clit. She is pretty sure these two won't just touch her there, that they are truly going to tickle her into orgasm. But the awareness of being touched thier is stoking her orgasm, bringing it bubbling to the surface.
That touch is having more than one reaction on her body, her hips rocking softly backwards and forwards slowly. She can't help it, just like she can't help that movement stirring the feathers around her feet. It is hard to tell which touch is softer; the hands on her torso or the feathers on her soles. But she knows which she is starting to prefer. It has been too long since anyone had touched her like this, even if it may have started out unwillingly.
And this tickling is so unlike what she has felt before. That had been cruel, pure torture more the satisfaction of those bitches from her sonority. This is no hazing ritual, this is more like a soft seduction. Blue and Black are actually tickling her, working her body in a way they know she will like. And she does like it, even if she wouldn't admit it to them. And part of her wonders if she can actually come from this. She doesn't know, just has no clue. She is completely out of her depths now. Especially since she doesnt know what will happen after this.
But she has a feeling Blue and Black do, both of them playing a sensual game that she doesn't know the rules of. Which doesn't help her odds of winning any. Neither does what she feels next, something soft and silky brushing her lips, so much softer than the feathers still tickling her feet. Whatever it is glides over her heated core, tickling and stroking her at the same time. Her hips move with it, deep gasps flowing from her as well as much louder laughs. She knows where this is going, feeling the familiar swell of pleasure deep within her.
'That...that'sno...hahahaahaaa....that's..Yeheheheehee...that...hoho..hehehaaha..that's not fair.' Sapphire growls.
She is too far gone know, knowing she can't stop her bodies reaction. She tries anyway, fighting desperately, struggling to hold on. Images assult her mind, vividly real pictures of what these two might do to her if she cums. She can see herself tied down to a bench, being merciliously tickled on her sides while the other feathers her cunny with her tongue. Or pinned to a carpet, struggling amidst the soft fibres that tickle all of her. Or strapped to a bed, her whole body naked while only her feet are being tickled, begging for it to stop but knowing they won't stop. These images wheel faster and faster, mixing with the rapid beating of her heart. Sapphire has been slipping closer to cumming, her body teetering right on the edge of her orgasm. Her body is out of her control now, humping and thrusting against the soft mass between her legs, pressing it right up against her, feeling of the soft material stoking her legs and over her heated sex. Just one more thrust will do it. Just...one...moooorrree.
Sapphire tenses up, unable to tell if she wailed that word out loud or in her head, her body wracked with pleasure as her orgasm hits with the strength of a freight train. Her arousal had been built up so slowly it feels like it has been hours since this had stared, the tickling really helping to keep her ticking along, suspended above her pleasure. Just like she is now suspended in it, the feeling so intense she has no idea how long she came for. She looses track of time, focused only on the heated tingles racing though her, her chest heaving with her deep pants as she tries to draw in a shaky breath. Each breath just makes those tingles stronger, moving even the slightlest movement making her body squirm in pleasure.
But she slowly comes down to earth, Blue voice grounding her in the moment again as she leans around to quickly kiss her partner on the lips. She cannot hear what she said. It is so hard to focus on her voice, other physical sensations clammmering for her attention. A subtle warmth surrounds her, one that is takes her a second to work out where it is coming from. Blue and Black are now embracing her gently, both women cradling her head and suporting her exhausted body. The bodies of two women against hers suddenly feel like the most comfortable and relaxing thing she had ever felt, soft, intimate and tender. So much like how they had been tickling her, her face rising in a blush, surprised by the pleasure she had taken from it.
Blue's voice comes again, as of from far away. 'I think she liked that, baby.'
Black's reply is equally quiet, Sapphire having to reallstairs in to hear her. 'I think so too. And she is definately going to love what comes next.'
'Mmm, I love you too.' Sapphire mumurs, her mind kinda speaking on its own, her mind wandering to what she really feels even if she is too embarrised to say it on purpose.
Sapphire trembles with fresh arousal, wondering what devious plan they could have in store for her. One way or another, she is going to find out.
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Another quick little story that popped into my head, one I hope to continue. And certainly will if you guys like it. So, enjoy.
Laugh for me, honey volumes 1+2 - published for me on MTJ publications.
http://mtjpub.com/publications.php?series=84
She had gone to great lengths to perfect her role, to play a character that would fit in perfectly here. That is part of being a thief. It isn't all about midnight climbs over rooftops or sneaking in past high tech security. Of course, she has the skills to do that, her body in peak physical condition. But sometimes a more subtle choice is needed, almost hiding in plain sight. She is very good at that, possesing an almost natural talent to blend in anywhere. Of course, looking the part contributes greatly to that. Hence the small fortune she has spent on tonight's outfit; a low cut black satin dress with matching silk gloves and extremely sheer black stockings, which had almost cost as much as the dress itself. It had certainly been worth the cost, her apparel matching perfectly with the elaborately dressed guests.
Of course, tonight is not about value or cost. It is about what is hers, or should have been. Sapphire cannot help a scowl crossing her face, just for a second. The Titans Eye; the finest and most expensive diamond in the world, supposedly cut for for a Great King of historical fame. And something that Sapphire had been chasing for years, following it's trail across the world and through the years. It had taken her years of work to even pick up its trail, a trail woven with myth and legend. And years more to track where it was now. Most people might say this was an obbession. And that is likely true. But it is an obbession Sapphire is going to realise. The trail hadnt been hard to trace, leading her from univesity to university until she tracked it to the collection of Lord Hugh Montague, a man with more money than he knew what to do with. Although he did seem to spend a lot of it on acquiring antiquites.
She had spent weeks planning her approach, studying his house and security. And on the night she made her move, it was gone. Just gone, the cabinet holding it completely empty. Sapphire would have screamed in frustration, but that night yielded a bit of luck. She had been informed by Lord Montague's secretary, a prim and proper lady with a haughty demenour, that it had been sold to a third party. Sapphire had been furious, demanding to know who had brought it. Of course, she had become a bit more..talkative after a little persuasion. Sapphire smiled at the memory of the sweet laughter of her gorgeous victim as she tickled her feet torturously slowly.
Shortly, she had her lead and the chase was on again; this time leading her to France, to the chateaux of one lady Mellisa Belle, noted archeologist and historian as well as heir to the Belle family fortune, money that comes both from her inheritance and as profit from her business dealings. Which brings us back to the now, to right here. The Titan's Eye is here in this house and she will not be denied again she thinks with a wicked smile as she looks over at her host who is slowly working around the room. She wishes she could be here to see her face when she finds her prized treasure gone. Of course, she wouldn't be stupid enough to stick around once she has her prize.
Speaking of not sticking around, she thinks to herself as she sees her host approaching in her direction, now would probably not be a good time to be here. Moving at a casual place, Sapphire slips out of the ballroom and into the dimly lit corridor outside. You see, host isn't quite right. That would actually imply you were on the guest list, which she most certainly isn't. Of course, getting in here hadn't been that hard; the right voice, the right look, the right clothes and the right voice are usually all that's needed. Playing a role is easy for her; the right one can open most doors. In this just a little twist of aristocratic snobbery and derision had been all she needed, an absolute forthright assertion that she should be here.
She used that attitude now, her every move conveying the appearance that she had every right to be where she is and where she is going. Oh, she knows where she is going very well. In fact, she could literally find her way blindfolded. Preparation is the key to a job like this and Sapphire had been preparing for a very long time. She slips along the corridor like a ghost, perfectly silent and unseen, not that there is anyone here to see her. All the security in the chateaux is focused a few floors up; since there are too many people moving around down here for it to do much good. Moving to the foot of the staircase ahead of her, sapphire presses her back to the wall, unzipping the back of her dress and quicky shimmying out of it, revealing the skin tight black teddy underneath which rides high up on her hips, showing off her gorgeous legs and the full extent of her stockings. As form fitting as her dress has been, she needs something with less loose material now. Folding the dress so she can collect it later, Sapphire moves with silent purpose up the stairs, alert and wary for a single sound that could signal the presence of a guard or member of the household staff. Either could give her away and make tonight worthless. But Sapphire isn't going to let that happen.She knows every inch of the chateaux, quickly following a perfectly memorised path to the room she had been looking for, surveying the door in front of her.
She smiled, it is exactly as she had expected. She hadn't just investigated the physical layout of the mansion, but every exacting detail, right down to the security system guarding what she had come to claim. That had been the real sticking point, that her host had sprung for some very high tech security; namely a electronic code lock containing triple layer encryption cyphera with thousands of permutations on each layer. How many exactly, Sapphire doesn't know. But then she doesn't need to. Even the most high tech security can be beaten with a high tech solution. And that is what the box she pulls from her belt is, a clever little micro computer capable of cracking even the most sophisticated lock, which is what she sets it to immediately, the device flashing away silently with mechanical purpose. Not exactly a bit of kit you can just pick up in a eletrical store and one that Sapphire considered herself very lucky to aquire. Glancing to either side of her, alert to the slightest sound, she waits tensly until the computer chimes. She only allows herself a sigh of relief once she has stepped through the open door and inside the vault.
Inside she sees exactly what she had expected, glass cases stretching as far as she can see, each containing of dozens of trinkets that would fetch a grand price on the open market. But trinkets are not what Sapphire has come to collect and she certainly isn't going to get her prize just standing here.
Luckily for her, the item she is looking for is very easy to spot, having been given pride of place as befits its reputation. Sapphire advances towards the single glass cabinet in the middle of the vault, her hand brushing the glass as she stares as the multifaceted brilliance inside. This truly is a moment she has longed for and one that she will take pleasure in savouring when she is long way from here.
'No lock, huh.' Sapphire muses, moving her hand to the catch that separates her from her prize. 'Very sloppy.' Sloppy, but surprisingly common; it is strange how many people put their faith in just one security measure and assume it is foolproof. The catch quickly yields to her touch, her hand grabbing the diamond the second the door is open. The solid, smooth surface feels so good in her hand and yet she is taking no chances with something this precious; slipping it into the padded case on the front of her belt, checking twice that it is properly closed before retracing her steps to the exit.
A quick check of the corridor outside revealed it to be clear, so Sapphire slipped out, planning to head along the route she had already selected for her exit since heading back down stairs came with too much risk of being seen. Planning being the operative word, rapid footsteps from behind her flowing up to her ears. Those are often the worst things for a thief to hear and Sapphire feels the familiar rush of adrenaline, realising she is cut of from her escape route. Quickly she forms a new plan, rushing towards the stairs. That plan dies quickly, more footsteps echoing from down there too.
Sapphire has no time to worry about how she was discovered, because she is sure she has been. And she really cannot stay here. When the unexpected happens, do the unexpected. Those have always been words she had lived by, so why should she break the habit of a life time.
Sapphire broke into a run towards the footsteps approaching on this floor, heart pounding in her chest. Of course she is scared, who wouldn't be. And yet a little exhilarated at the same time. This is what she lived for; the thrill of the chase and of being caught. Not that she had ever been caught. Still the thrill remains, part of why she does this. She has only ever admitted this to herself through hastily scribbled words in her journal, but the thought of being caught and in someone's clutches secretly excites her. Although this is a part of hers she has kept burried for years; it certainly isn't a good attitude for a thief to posses.
The footsteps are close now and Sapphire rounded the corner at a full run, catching the black suited security guards ahead of her completely off guard. Unexpected. Sapphire grins. Gets them every time.
Keeping up her momentum, she leaps at the head of the closest, fingers sinking into luscious orange locks as she uses her head as a springboard to leap over her pursuers. Ignoring the cry of 'hey' and loud footsteps behind her, Sapphire sprints on, knowing that up ahead lies escape. But it is her that is about to be caught by the unexpected.
Rounding the next corner, Sapphire collides with something solid and unyielding, knocking her to the ground as the force of her momentum tried to carry her forward. At least whatever she had collided with was soft too, the impact more surprising than painful. But it still sent her tumbling to the ground in an undignified sprawl.
Her head spinning, Sapphire just managed to catch a glimpse of another black suit, the figure wearing it towering over her, standing at least as tall as her and maybe half as tall again. Then she feels a sharp prick in her arm, her hand brushing the dart that has hit her. Then she remembers nothing else.
Darkness greets Sapphire as she awakes, leaving her disorientated and a little concerned. At least until she realsises her eyes are closed. Opening them proves harder than expected, her body still groggy from the last traces of whatever drug had knocked her out. She still has enough awareness to tell she is standing, yet it feels like she is floating somehow. For a second she thinks it is another trick her mind is playing, until she looks up to see her hands are tied to a sturdy metal beam over her head, her feet just barely touching the floor since the pressure of the cuffs holding her have left her standing on tip toes. She struggled for a few seconds, then curses suddenly. Her belt is gone, obviously having been stripped from her by who ever tied her up. And that means they have taken the jewel with it. But more worryingly, she feels oddly more vulnerable without it or the tools she has come to rely on. Still, that means she will just have to rely on something else. That would have been her usual response but this time she has nothing to hand, litterally. The room around her is completely empty, four plain walls of black metal surrounding her on all sides.
'You know, you could have just called the cops.' Sapphire quips to the empty air, her words helping her to make her feel a bit more in control.
'Is that what you want?' a voice asks, startling the bound woman. Clearly the room is not as empty as she had thought. 'I think not. Far too ordinary an end to the great Sapphire. And too ordinary a punishment.'
'You seem to know a bit about me.' Sapphire says, trying as best she can to find the source of this voice. But even straining her neck as far as she can, she can see nothing. 'How about returning the favour?'
'Oh, we will meet soon enough, Sapphire.' the disembodied voice continues. 'I went to too much trouble to get you here for us not to meet face to face. But business must come before such pleasures I'm afraid.'
'Get me here?' Sapphire asks, totally confused. 'Nobody brought me here.'
'Of course I did.' the voice mumurs smoothly. 'I just had to dangle the bait you couldn't refuse in front of you and I knew you would dance to my tune. The diamond, my dear. Did you really think it was pure coincedence that piece of information found its way too you? I knew you would hear it and would come running like a moth to a flame. How could you resist the one treasure that had illuded you for soon long?'
Sapphire doesn't respond, her mouth suddenly dry. She really doesn't like this. While she would never admit it to her, this mysterious captor seems to know a lot about her, most of which is right on the money. She must have taken that hesitation as stubbornness because she spoke again. Not being able to see the source of the voice just adds to her nervousness, even though she doesn't think she means to hurt her.
'As I said, I have business to attend to. But we will talk soon.'
'Hey!' Sapphire calls out. 'Hey!! You can't just leave me here like this.'
'Of course not.' the voice chuckles slowly. 'I will make sure you are suitably entertained.'
Sapphire really doesn't like that, her head jerking around as the sound of soft footsteps reach her ears. The sound grows, echoing as it gets closer until after a minute two women emerge from the darkness around her, each one dressed in matching catsuits; one black, one blue. With just a slow nod, Blue and Black advance towards her. Black walks past her and Sapphire can no longer see what she is doing. But she can all to well see what Blue has in mind, the brunette kneeling in front of her. Before Sapphire can even speak she has unlaced and removed the boot and sock from her left foot,
'Hey.' Sapphire exclaims in surprise. 'Stop that.' Her heart is pounding, the thought of how much this faceless woman knew about her flooding back into her mind. They can't know about that, can they? How could they; her private desire remaining a secret that she had never told anyone. But they do know, she is sure of it. The sly smile Blue shoots her as she removes her other boot seals that deal.
Sapphire had to fight the urge to struggle, not wanting to let her captors know how worried she was. Maybe she had read this wrong. Maybe they just...liked feet or something. As long as they weren't going to tickle her. Course, whatever they were going to do, Sapphire is now more helpless. Removing her boots had made if much harder for her feet to touch the floor, her toes dangling clear the smooth metal below her.
What happpens next surprised the hapless thief; Blue stood and moved away from her, leaving her more confused as she took hold of her shoulder and spun her around slowly, the bar she is tied to spinning with her. Sapphires eye widen as she stopped now facing Black, her hands resting on a control panel on the wall behind her she hadn't been able to see before.
Before she can even wonder what it does, a single flick of a switch answers that question. With a soft whirl the floor under her feet slides away, revealing a mass of what looks like red feathers underneath. As they move, rising up, Sapphire realises to her horror they are feathers, dozen of soft points directed right at her feet. Her head jerks up, really not liking where this is going. 'What are you..ahhh.' Sapphire shreiks in surprise, the bar lowering just a few feet then stopping with a jerk. She isn't touching the floor, but she is much closer to the feathers than she would like.
Sapphire tries to remain definant, innoring the pounding of her pulse in her ears. 'Is this supposed to scare me? I mean, seriously, you think this is some kind of bad spy movie? You guys need a better trap than some feathers.'
'oh?' Black grins evily. 'I thought you looked a little scared to me. Still, if you aren't worried about them, maybe we should...'
Sapphire has to fight to keep very still as the bar starts to lower again, not with a sudden drop but a slow decent. The chain clinks in time with that, carrying her closer to the feathers. She bits her lip as subtly as she can, waiting for the moment when the chain will stop. Panic grips her as she starts to think it will not stop. 'Wait, no.' Sapphire blurts out quicky, that panic leaping into her voice.
'Hmmm?' Black smiles, even as she stops Sapphire's descent. 'No, why would you want us to stop? Unless something about this has you..worried. There wouldn't be something you aren't telling us, would there?'
'N..no.' Sapphire stammers, trying to keep her feet flat and as far as way from the feathers as she can without making it too obvious. 'Nothing.' That second word is spoken with more conviction but she worries about what she has already given away.
'No, well then, why don't we...'
'No, don't.' Sapphire shreiks, watching in horror as Black reaches for the switch again. 'alright, alright.' She takes a quick breath, working up to what she is going to say. 'Okay, I'm...ticklish alright. So, please, don't put me in..those.' her gaze flicks down to the feathers beneath her then back up to her captors.
'See, that wasn't so hard.' Black smiled. 'But, you did lie to us. So maybe a little punishment is in order.'
'No, nonono, nooooo.' Sapphire shrieks as Black flicks the switch again, sending her dropping until the chain jerks her to a halt. But this time it is so much different. Her feet aren't hovering above the feathers, they are totally surrounded by them. This might not have been so bad had Sapphire kept her cool but she is not really. Her body is acting on her own acord, trying to lift her feet clear of the feathers. But her chains hold her in such a way that she can only manage the smallest movements. Each twitch and shift of her foot, dragging the soft tips over her soles.
Sapphire bites her lip, holding back the laughter she feels, knowing at the same time she cannot hold it back for long. Her feet are easily the most ticklish part of her, so sensitive that she cannot walk barefoot on her carpets and rugs at home for fear they will send her into fits of giggles. And these feathers are so much softer than those.
There, that did it. Sapphire shouldn't have thought that thought, but she did. And it is out now, adding to her helplessness and ticklishness. She squirms more energetically and frantically, the tickling sensations just growing stronger. Still, she mustn't laugh, she mustn't show them how much this is effecting her.
Something she realises with a start she might not be able to do much longer, each second her feet spend in the feathers, they seem to become more sensitive. Then she suddenly has other worries. Blue is beind her suddenly, warm breath caressing her neck, her subtle hands reaching around to brush her sides. Sapphire freezes, heart pounding.
'Oh, no. Not there.' that thought whispers inside her head, heard only by her. But she is sure her body has betrayed her again, feeling her hips sway as she tries to dislodge the soft fingers that are teasing her shirt.
Her sides are ticklish too, she knows this. But she has no ideas how much. Her last tickling experience, one she had tried so hard to forget had only focused on her feet. And that had been terrible enough, made more terrible by knowing what was going to happen. But this is totally unexplored territory for her.
Then those fingers slowly drag across her tummy, inching towards her sides and Sapphire cannot help chucking, her body betraying her for a third time, her laughter bubbling from her mouth. Three strikes and your out. Sapphire wonders how she can think that clearly, her mind practically screaming at her. Shrieking helplessly, Sapphire squirms and tries to pull her feet away. With no success. Each movement exposes more of her feet to the feather's touch, her helpless struggles pushing her soles deep into them. They wrap around her soles and slip between her toes, the pattern changing from second to second in a way she cannot follow.
'Noohohohohahahaha.' Sapphire wails in desperation. 'Don'tdohohoohohooo. Heheeheheehehe.' her feet are twitching, her toes spreading wide letting the feathers slip between them, stroking right up against them.
Around her feet they dance; stroking, teasing, tormenting and tickling all at the same time. She has to suck in a breath, hoping to fight down her growing reactions. How can they know this about her, know the one thing that she has always feared happening to her. And yet, deep down, secretly wished to feel.
This is her most terrible fear brought to life; held at the mercy of someone who will stop at nothing to tickle her, purely for the enjoyment of hearing her laughing. Something she had dreaded ever feeling again, so why does part of her like this?
'Where had that thought come from?' Sapphire has no answer but she cannot deny it. Part of her, a little voice inside her head, likes this. She can feel it there, small but very noticable. Like the heat she can feel in her panties.
And the naked lust she detects in Blue's voice, her breath and tone caressing her ear like a gentle lover.
But she had never imagined it might feel anything like this. This tickle torture is truly a wonderful and terrible creation, tickling her to such heights that she had never imagined. And it will not stop. No matter what she does.
That thought is what turns her on more, her total helplessness in front of her captor's desires. Now her control has been totally taken away from her.
Sapphires squirms, biting down on her lip for a second, unable to contain her laughter much longer. 'Mmmmhmmmmhahahahaaahaaa.' Sapphire shrieks, fighting desperately to lift her feet clear of the brushes. 'You can't do this to meheheeheeeheee.' Sapphires words desolve into giggling laughter as she cannot hold her feet clear any longer.
'Why not? What can you do to stop us?' Black purrs. 'Nothing. And maybe you don't want too, hmm?'
Sapphire blanches. Just how much do they know? She is sure that this had not been coincidence but she is starting to feel very vulnerable here. Like all her secrets have been laid bare.
'You can do nothing.' Black whispers, slipping up behind her and wrapping her arms around her waist. Her breath teases her neck, then her ear as she nibbles on it gently. 'Nothing to stop us doing what we want to you, whatever we want.'
Sapphire leaps again, hands suddenly brushing her sides, knowing instantly what that means. She tries to stop it, to move away of she can. But she can't, her body suddenly unwilling to move. She is lost in this part of her fantasy, her body already being tickled and knowing she is going to be tickled more. And secretly craving it.
What will she do? That questions flicks through her mind? How will she tickle her? Slow and soft? Or fast and strong? She has no idea but both options make her body buzz with pleasure, ripples dancing over her skin. More laughter bubbles up from her mouth, leaving her shaking as she tries to fight her giggles. The touch on her sides makes that next to impossible, her head pressed down to her chin. That reaction is instinctual, her whole body trying to protect herself. But tied and bound as she is, her arms cannot do that. So her soft flesh is left totally defenceless.
Up and down her sides Black's fingers dance, tickling her skillfully. So skillfully, Sapphire cannot help responding to it, her body growing hotter and hotter. That reaction scares her, knowing she cannot control it. It will give her away, revealing her secret. And then she has no idea what her captors will do then. What worries her more, it is why this woman wants her.
'Come on, guys.' Sapphire pants deeply. 'Can...can't we just call this quits? Can't you just let me go.'
'We could. But that wouldn't be any fun. So, I tell you what...' Blue purred, leaning forward to watch Sapphire squirm with a sly smile on her face that made her body tingle again. 'If you can take us tickling you for 20 minutes and not cum, we let you go. If not, well, we get decide what to do with you.'
Sapphire still thinks she can do that, despite how turned on she feels. But she really has no choice but to take thier challenge either way. 'Fine. I'll do it. Let's get this over with.'
'Hmm, I dont think you are ready yet. We just need something else.' Blue smirked, pulling a long strip of satin out from her catsuit. 'Just something to make this more fun.'
Hey, wait a minute.' Sapphire protests. But her words do no good, the strip of cloth tied gently over her eyes by Blue. Now blindfolded, Sapphire trembles more, her head twisting this way and that. Trying to hear any sound of where the two women might be. This is worse than just being tickled, the terrible idea that she doesn't know how or where she might be tickled. Her mind instantly conjours up dozens of possibilities though.
She can still feel the brushes around her feet, thier touch keeping her at a low level of tickling. But she is managing to resist it for now. Until hands touch her sides, not two but four. Sapphire starts, a fresh protest dies in her throat. She is instantly laughing again, the four sets of soft, subtle fingers running all over her sides. One set is focusing on her ribs, using her fingernails with just the right amount of pressure. Sapphire knows that is no mean feat, more than anyone she knows how the wrong touch will quickly decend into scratching instead of tickling. And this woman is walking that line perfectly. But the other pair of hands are walking a tollally differenent line.
Light touches on her hips are all she can feel, occassionally running along the outside of her thighs. Or worse the insides. Sapphire stiffens each time she is touched there, the fingers coming close to brushing her sex, to touching her clit. She is pretty sure these two won't just touch her there, that they are truly going to tickle her into orgasm. But the awareness of being touched thier is stoking her orgasm, bringing it bubbling to the surface.
That touch is having more than one reaction on her body, her hips rocking softly backwards and forwards slowly. She can't help it, just like she can't help that movement stirring the feathers around her feet. It is hard to tell which touch is softer; the hands on her torso or the feathers on her soles. But she knows which she is starting to prefer. It has been too long since anyone had touched her like this, even if it may have started out unwillingly.
And this tickling is so unlike what she has felt before. That had been cruel, pure torture more the satisfaction of those bitches from her sonority. This is no hazing ritual, this is more like a soft seduction. Blue and Black are actually tickling her, working her body in a way they know she will like. And she does like it, even if she wouldn't admit it to them. And part of her wonders if she can actually come from this. She doesn't know, just has no clue. She is completely out of her depths now. Especially since she doesnt know what will happen after this.
But she has a feeling Blue and Black do, both of them playing a sensual game that she doesn't know the rules of. Which doesn't help her odds of winning any. Neither does what she feels next, something soft and silky brushing her lips, so much softer than the feathers still tickling her feet. Whatever it is glides over her heated core, tickling and stroking her at the same time. Her hips move with it, deep gasps flowing from her as well as much louder laughs. She knows where this is going, feeling the familiar swell of pleasure deep within her.
'That...that'sno...hahahaahaaa....that's..Yeheheheehee...that...hoho..hehehaaha..that's not fair.' Sapphire growls.
She is too far gone know, knowing she can't stop her bodies reaction. She tries anyway, fighting desperately, struggling to hold on. Images assult her mind, vividly real pictures of what these two might do to her if she cums. She can see herself tied down to a bench, being merciliously tickled on her sides while the other feathers her cunny with her tongue. Or pinned to a carpet, struggling amidst the soft fibres that tickle all of her. Or strapped to a bed, her whole body naked while only her feet are being tickled, begging for it to stop but knowing they won't stop. These images wheel faster and faster, mixing with the rapid beating of her heart. Sapphire has been slipping closer to cumming, her body teetering right on the edge of her orgasm. Her body is out of her control now, humping and thrusting against the soft mass between her legs, pressing it right up against her, feeling of the soft material stoking her legs and over her heated sex. Just one more thrust will do it. Just...one...moooorrree.
Sapphire tenses up, unable to tell if she wailed that word out loud or in her head, her body wracked with pleasure as her orgasm hits with the strength of a freight train. Her arousal had been built up so slowly it feels like it has been hours since this had stared, the tickling really helping to keep her ticking along, suspended above her pleasure. Just like she is now suspended in it, the feeling so intense she has no idea how long she came for. She looses track of time, focused only on the heated tingles racing though her, her chest heaving with her deep pants as she tries to draw in a shaky breath. Each breath just makes those tingles stronger, moving even the slightlest movement making her body squirm in pleasure.
But she slowly comes down to earth, Blue voice grounding her in the moment again as she leans around to quickly kiss her partner on the lips. She cannot hear what she said. It is so hard to focus on her voice, other physical sensations clammmering for her attention. A subtle warmth surrounds her, one that is takes her a second to work out where it is coming from. Blue and Black are now embracing her gently, both women cradling her head and suporting her exhausted body. The bodies of two women against hers suddenly feel like the most comfortable and relaxing thing she had ever felt, soft, intimate and tender. So much like how they had been tickling her, her face rising in a blush, surprised by the pleasure she had taken from it.
Blue's voice comes again, as of from far away. 'I think she liked that, baby.'
Black's reply is equally quiet, Sapphire having to reallstairs in to hear her. 'I think so too. And she is definately going to love what comes next.'
'Mmm, I love you too.' Sapphire mumurs, her mind kinda speaking on its own, her mind wandering to what she really feels even if she is too embarrised to say it on purpose.
Sapphire trembles with fresh arousal, wondering what devious plan they could have in store for her. One way or another, she is going to find out.
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Another quick little story that popped into my head, one I hope to continue. And certainly will if you guys like it. So, enjoy.
Laugh for me, honey volumes 1+2 - published for me on MTJ publications.
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