“Brooklyn Nine-Nine: Case of The Serial Tickler” (Part 2, m/fff)
Santiago, Diaz, and Gina were all sitting side by side on the couch in the living room. Their hands were still handcuffed and resting in their laps. Ropes had been added around their torsos, knees, and ankles to help restrain them further. Their feet were propped up on the the perp’s coffee table in front of the couch. Additional ropes secured their ankles down to the coffee table.
The man known as “The Tickler” by the local press finished tying off the last bit of rope. The women gave their ropes a little resistance but it quickly became apparent that this guy knew what he was doing with restraints. Diaz sat in the middle of the couch with Santiago sitting on her left and Gina sitting on her right. The man came up to Gina and gripped around the base of her high heels. She immediately tried to deter him from taking off her heels by saying, “Oh hey, yeah you don’t want to do that. We’ve been going up and down stairs all day and it’s hot out. My feet are probably really sweaty.”
The man didn’t even seem to hear her warning as he slipped off her black high heels, revealing her big, shapely size 9.5 soles in sheer tan nylons. She wasn’t being misleading about her feet being sweaty; her nylon-covered soles were damp to the touch in some spots. He could easily see her cherry red painted toenails through her pantyhose as she curled her long toes down.
The man moved over to Diaz, who was glaring at him with fire behind her eyes. “Aw, does the little tough girl not want me to take off her shoes?” He untied her laces and loosened her boots before tugging them off. “Are your feet going to be sweaty too, like your friend’s?” Diaz rolled her eyes and gazed off to the side as she replied bitterly, “Probably. It’s hot out there. You into sweaty feet too, freak?” The guy rolled down her thick cotton socks and pulled them over her warm heels and up off her moist feet. Diaz’s huge size 10.5 soles were soon bared just like Gina’s. The man noticed immediately how immaculate her soles appeared for such a tough girl. Her toenails were painted black and she sported a toe ring on the second toe of her left foot. He touched it and told her, “Well that’s cute. Didn’t expect that from a hardass like yourself.” Diaz scoffed and curled her toes down.
“The Tickler” moved on to Santiago, who appeared quite nervous at this point. She started talking a mile a minute. “Please wait a second, sir. Surely you don’t want to do this. Our feet are sweaty and gross. I could feel my own feet sliding around in my heels as we were walking earlier. You don’t want to take them off right now.” The man ignored her and pulled Santiago’s heels off one at a time. She pouted as her size 8 feet were exposed like the others. She flexed her toes with pink polish on them. The air felt relatively cool compared to the overly-warm interior of her heels.
“Ah, nothing like seeing a few female cops working hard and getting their feet sweaty,” the guy taunted as he sniffed inside of their shoes.
“Um...I’m not a cop. Don’t know if you’ve been paying attention,” Gina quipped back. “I’m more like a very annoyed, very creeped out secretary that just wants to go home, drink a bottle of wine, and have her feet left alone.”
The man sat on the floor in front of the coffee table in front of Santiago’s feet. He wrapped an arm around her ankles and further locked them in place. “Tell me...does the detective have ticklish feet?” Santiago stumbled over her words as she fibbed, “Wh..what? Oh...uh...no, not really. In fact, it’s just a big waste of time probably...to do this. Precious time that you don’t have. We uh...we have loads of evidence against you and it was only a matter of...uh time before we found you. Yeah, if you were smart, you’d be out the door instead of wasting your time with us.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” the perp said as he began scribbling his fingers over her warm, moist arches and heels. Santiago scrunched up her face adorably and bit her lip. She scrunched her slender toes down hard and closed her eyes as she felt the bad guy slide his fingers across her bare soles. As the man attacked her insteps, Santiago began giggling. The slightly sweaty, tender area was quite an easy target; he continued stroking the soft skin on the insides of her feet and soon she was full on laughing. “Good girl,” he said as she began to twist and laugh pathetically.
The man scooted over in front of Diaz next. He asked her, “So...are you as ticklish as your partner?” He held her feet still and began slowly wiggling his fingers over her smooth heels. Diaz’s foot bottoms were warm to the touch from being trapped in her boots all day. The tough as nails detective kept up a stone expression as she looked away from the man. “I’ll bet you are and she seems pretty ticklish to me. And I also bet that not many people know that you pamper your feet. They are kept up so nicely but you aren’t the type of girl to flaunt that so they just stay hidden inside those boots of yours. I love your toe ring by the way. You must take pride in having cute toes.”
The man wiggled his exploring fingers up across her long arches. Diaz flinched a little but said nothing. The beginnings of a smile were breaking at the corners of her mouth. The man commented, “You know, warm sweaty feet are actually more sensitive to tickling. Which is not working in your favor today because you’ve been walking around in boots and happened to end up in my apartment.” He picked up the pace and began wriggling his fingers quickly across her damp arches just below the meaty balls of her feet. Diaz shifted uncomfortably and her face contorted trying to hide it but eventually a smile spread all the way across her face as the man’s fingers got the better of her.
The perp moved down to Gina and began rubbing her nylon-covered soles and toes casually as he asked her, “So...not detective lady...are your feet ticklish like your friends?” Gina looked concerned and creeped out as the man rubbed her feet. She crossed them over each other and pushed them off to one side to get them away from him. Gina shamelessly admitted, “Yes, they are. Like you don’t want to touch them because I’ll go crazy. And I would REALLY appreciate if you would just let me go. I promise that I won’t tell ANYONE about you or that you captured us.”
The man trapped her feet and began wiggling his fingers across her sweaty, nyloned arches. Gina made a sudden “EEK” sound and immediately fell into loud laughter. Her slick nylons allowed the man’s fingers to glide and zip around with ease as he teased her soft soles. Gina laughed wildly, unable to hold back. She writhed on the couch, kicked her legs, and tried to reach her hands out in front of her to stop the man from tickling her. “Wow, you weren’t kidding,” the guy said as he had to fight to keep her still. Gina cackled and shouted, “See! I told you my feet were ticklish! Ahahahahaha!!!”
“The Tickler” stopped and retrieved three small pieces of string. He went to each woman and lassoed their big toes together, tying a neat knot to secure the string after it was looped around the base of their big toes. For Gina, he ripped open her nylons down to her ankles and then proceeded to tie her big toes together.
The man retrieved a feather and knelt back in front of Santiago. She made a pouty expression and pleaded with him, “Oh please, not me again...” The guy began wafting the feather up and down Santiago’s arches, which caused her to melt back into giggles and laughter. He flicked the feather up and down, up and down as she asked him repeatedly to stop. Santiago had a sweet laugh that begged a tickler to go on. Her dainty, feminine feet were as sensitive as he would have hoped. She was easy to manipulate as he wafted the feather again and again and slid it under and between her toes.
“Tell me again...truthfully...how much do the cops know about me?” the man questioned as he tortured Santiago by flicking the feather along the last three toes on her left foot. Santiago was shifting back and forth in her seat on the couch and gripping Diaz’s arm for support. She would try to hold in her laughter only to have it come rushing out again even louder. “Don’t want to talk yet? That’s okay. I have plenty of time to spend on you three.”
He moved on to Diaz again. She looked annoyed that it was her turn again as she patted Santiago’s hands to comfort her. The man lowered the feather to her feet and began wiggling it up and down in a constant rhythm. Diaz was noticeably less composed this go around. “Are you still going to try and hold in your laughter, tough girl? Or are am I getting to you and these big, ticklish feet of yours?” he questioned. He slid the feather up and tickled along the undersides of her long toes, making her scrunch them down.
Diaz shifted her legs and tried to hide her smile again but failed. He traced the stiff feather down the outer ridge of her soles, swirled it over her heels, and then went back up to give the creamy area just below the balls of her feet some attention. As Diaz began to break down and giggle, the man explained to her, “It’s okay to laugh, detective. I’ve tickled plenty of women that tried to act tough. But they all ended up laughing and crying eventually. I nabbed this one cute blonde girl that was in the...Army National Guard I believe is what she was yelling at me. Snuck up behind her after she hopped off a late night bus and was trying to collect her bags. That young lady was wearing her camo fatigues, boots, camo hat, everything still. She looked sharp in that uniform. She had just finished her basic training and thought she was pretty tough. That was until I took off her combat boots. I’ll tell you what, she didn’t like that hairbrush on her soles one bit. Not how she wanted to start her four-day leave, that’s for sure.” The man chuckled to himself as he remembered the young Army girl begging for him to stop scrubbing her size 7 soles. “Don’t fight the feeling, detective; just let it out and save your pride for another day.”
Diaz couldn’t take the relentless sensations of the feather anymore and let out weak, broken laughter. Her head was down in embarrassment as her tough demeanor was chipped away with each stroke of the feather. The man spent extra time on her this round to really get her laughing. Diaz couldn’t cross her feet over to protect herself because her big toes were snuggly bound together. All she could do was sit there and laugh louder and louder as the man tormented her bare feet.
The man eventually moved on to Gina. Her big, bare feet were now exposed from her ripped pantyhose and her plump big toes were cinched together with string. Gina nervously asked her captor if he as done now and was going to leave them alone. He shook his head and held up the feather for her to see. “Goochie goochie goo...”
Gina grimaced in terrified anticipation and begged him, “No! Please! Please don’t! Not me again! Tickle the other two! They’re the ones investigating this case! I’m not even a cohahahahahaaaap!!!” Gina lost it as the feather was wafted up and down her pale, creamy soles. As the feather worked it’s way across the pads below her toes, Gina’s laughter was getting more high-pitched and desperate. “Aw, am I getting close to a sensitive spot? Maybe right...here?” The man danced the tip of the feather along the undersides of Gina’s long, well-developed toes. She burst into hysterics.
The guy fought against her gripping toes but managed to slide the feather between her tootsies and attack the tender sides of them. When he couldn’t get the feather to slide into the crevices, he would just use the tip of the dancing feather to lick the rounded tips of her clenched toes, driving Gina mad. He worked the poor office assistant over pretty good before picking up an electric toothbrush and starting the cycle over again with Santiago. The women shouted and protested but it didn’t do any good.
THREE HOURS LATER...
Santiago, Diaz, and Gina were absolutely fatigued and tickled senseless after being subjected to their captor’s cruel tactics for hours. They had all slumped down in their seats on the couch, their hair and makeup were a hot mess from laughing so much, their stomach muscles burned with fatigue, and the only thought that kept them going was “This has to be over soon!”
The man had picked up the feather again and was flicking it over Diaz’s arches. The feisty brunette was reduced to wimpy, cackling laughter as the feather slid up and down her smooth arches. “Tell me, detective...what will your fellow officers on the force think of you when they find out you let yourself get caught and tickled until you were made to laugh like a little girl?” Diaz shifted uncomfortably in her seat as her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. She knew that she would never live this down for the rest of her career. How many cops had their gun taken away AND were tickled on their feet until they were screaming?
Diaz begged and cried laughter as her huge, bare feet were tormented relentlessly. Santiago was leaning against Diaz at this point and looked over at her partner with a completely worried and sympathetic look. She hated to see her work partner be made to laugh so intensely from something as silly as a feather. But deep down she was glad it wasn’t her turn at the moment.
That all changed in a heartbeat though. The man began wafting the feather on the bottoms of her feet again. Santiago shook her head and began to laugh like crazy once more. “No, no, no, no!!! Don’t tickle me anymore! Hahahahaha!!” The man smiled and asked, “Ready to talk yet or do I need to buzz your toes again with my electric toothbrush?” Santiago managed to answer through her laughter, “Hahahaha! Okay! Okay! I’ll talk!” The man paused briefly. She admitted that their unit had very little information on him, not even enough to know where he might live. She told him that they had just stumbled upon his apartment and gotten lucky.
“So you really don’t have a lot on me? It’s unfortunate that you lucked out and found me here. I suppose I’ll have to find another place to live. But then I could start back up again. And I think I’ll take down your addresses off your driver’s licenses for a little insurance that you won’t look too hard into this case again. Wouldn’t want another visit from me would you?”
He started feathering Santiago’s arches again and made her laugh and cry at the same time as she shouted at him to stop. He kept it up for a minute and then moved over to Gina. The pretty office assistant was exhausted with hair draped across her eyes from shaking her head wildly. She rested her head on Diaz’s shoulder. When Gina saw the perp coming back to her, she started to make tired, whiny noises and begged him, “Oh no, not this again! Dude, just leave my feet alone! I can’t take anymore!” The man chuckled and started dragging the feather up and down the length of her feet. He replied, “That’s what they all say until they take more.” Gina had no choice but to fall back into desperate laughter.
Suddenly, the perp’s police scanner started chattering and the ladies overheard of a patrol unit being dispatched to the apartment complex to check on them. They had been out of contact too long and now a black and white would check their last known location to make sure they were okay. This was music to the ladies’ ears as they smiled and gave a sigh of relief. The man was clearly annoyed with this new development. He still had some time before that unit would get here and even more if they didn’t give an exact room they were checking out. He could grab some things and bail right now. But he wouldn’t get to keep tormenting the women that messed up his whole setup here. “Or...” he thought as he came up with an idea.
He left the living room and came back a short time later holding a tangle of something in one hand. As he stood in front of them with a wicked smile on his face, the women could see he was holding three different colored ballgags dangling down from his grip. A red one, a yellow one, and a white one all with black leather and small buckles to clasp them. Santiago, Diaz, and Gina all shook their heads no and had wide-eyed expressions as they realized what he intended to do. Not only would they be forced to be gagged but their rescue would pass them by if they couldn’t make noise to alert them.
The guy picked out the red ballgag and walked over to Santiago. She had a panicked look on her face and tried to reason with the man up until he pushed the gag into her mouth. Santiago let out a loud, pouty whine as her speech became muffled and incoherent. She tried to shake her head to keep him from buckling it in back but he was practiced at doing such. When he was done, Santiago looked over at her friends with her lips stretched wide over the red ball between them. The leather pressed firmly into her cheeks. She tried to say something to them but they couldn’t understand what she was saying.
The man untied Santiago from her seat but kept her wrist and leg restraints on as he made her hop barefoot to his bedroom. He made her lie down on the floor and retired her so that she was hogtied; her bare feet sticking up in the air now. She looked rather vulnerable and silly lying there hogtied, gagged, and barefoot while in her business suit.
The man returned and picked up the white ballgag. He knelt on the couch near Diaz and teased her by saying, “Detective, you have the right to remain silent.” Diaz pursed her lips together and turned her head away but he managed to position the ballgag against her mouth and pull it tight until it slipped past her lips. The white ball slowly slid into position and soon she found herself sucking on the large ball as he clasped the buckle behind her head. Diaz was escorted barefoot into the bedroom and hogtied just like her partner. She growled into the gag after he was done securing her.
The perp returned and picked up the remaining yellow ballgag. Gina begged him not to gag her. She shouted, “No! You don’t have to do that to me! I’ll be good! I won’t make a peep, I promise! Yellow really isn’t my color!” He coldly forced the yellow ball between her lips as she shouted “No!” and tried to turn her head away. He buckled the clasp in back and effectively silenced the mouthy office assistant. Gina too was forced to somewhat hop back to the bedroom barefoot and lie on the ground near her coworkers. The man retied her in the hogtie position.
“Aw, you all look so adorable...but I think you need something.” The man went to Gina first and rolled her to one side. He pulled hard on her dark blue blouse and ripped the buttons. He yanked her shirt open and then pulled her tank top down, revealing her leopard-print bra. The guy grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped the middle of the bra and the shoulder straps so that it fell away totally loose. Gina’s big, perky tits and pink nipples were exposed as she let out angry muffled protests into the ballgag. He rolled her back onto her stomach.
The man knelt by Diaz and rolled her onto her side. He tore open her black blouse and snipped her black bra so that it fell away. He pushed it to the sides and pulled out her breasts for everyone to see. Diaz growled furiously into her gag as she was exposed. Her dark nipples looked like Hershey Kisses. The man rolled her back onto her stomach as she continued to let out incoherent curses and shake her head determinedly. Santiago couldn’t form words through her gag but her expressive eyes said it all as the guy rolled her over next. He yanked her blouse open and snipped her tan bra to pieces. He slid his hands in and cupped her breasts as he pulled them out of her shirt. Santiago’s smaller tits had light brown nipples and were quite perky. The man rolled her back over onto her stomach.
There was a determined knock on the front door. “The Tickler” took one last glance at the women before he closed the bedroom door. Santiago had pleading eyes as she rolled back and forth trying to get free, flashing her adorable tits each time. Her red ballgag was shiny with drool and spit was starting to run down her chin. Santiago’s bare size 8 soles were secured behind her and she wiggled her toes in desperation.
Diaz was scoffing, rolling her eyes, and cursing loud, muffled gibberish into her white ballgag as she arched her back. Each time she did so, her chest was on display. Diaz was straining her arms to reach her giant, bound size 10.5 feet that were upturned behind her. Her white ballgag was covered in spit and more was dripping down off her bottom lip to the carpet in front of her.
Gina was trying desperately to bring her hands around to one side of her so that she could try and see how they were tied but she quickly realized her ropes were too tight. Gina’s large breasts were squished on the carpet as she looked back toward her big, size 9.5 soles that were tied so securely. She scrunched her cute, shapely soles as she whined into her drool-covered, yellow ballgag. A large string of drool stretched from her gag to the carpet.
The women heard the perp answer the door and an exchange between him and the patrolman that had been sent to the apartment. They talked for a couple minutes and although they couldn’t quite make out what exactly was said, it was clear by the tone and inflections that the officer did not sense anything out of the ordinary.
A short while after the front door closed and the deadbolts were locked back into place, the bedroom door opened again. The man was standing there holding a hairbrush and a bottle of baby oil. He smiled his same wicked smile and said to them, “No one is coming to get you now. Who wants to be first?”
THE END
Santiago, Diaz, and Gina were all sitting side by side on the couch in the living room. Their hands were still handcuffed and resting in their laps. Ropes had been added around their torsos, knees, and ankles to help restrain them further. Their feet were propped up on the the perp’s coffee table in front of the couch. Additional ropes secured their ankles down to the coffee table.
The man known as “The Tickler” by the local press finished tying off the last bit of rope. The women gave their ropes a little resistance but it quickly became apparent that this guy knew what he was doing with restraints. Diaz sat in the middle of the couch with Santiago sitting on her left and Gina sitting on her right. The man came up to Gina and gripped around the base of her high heels. She immediately tried to deter him from taking off her heels by saying, “Oh hey, yeah you don’t want to do that. We’ve been going up and down stairs all day and it’s hot out. My feet are probably really sweaty.”
The man didn’t even seem to hear her warning as he slipped off her black high heels, revealing her big, shapely size 9.5 soles in sheer tan nylons. She wasn’t being misleading about her feet being sweaty; her nylon-covered soles were damp to the touch in some spots. He could easily see her cherry red painted toenails through her pantyhose as she curled her long toes down.
The man moved over to Diaz, who was glaring at him with fire behind her eyes. “Aw, does the little tough girl not want me to take off her shoes?” He untied her laces and loosened her boots before tugging them off. “Are your feet going to be sweaty too, like your friend’s?” Diaz rolled her eyes and gazed off to the side as she replied bitterly, “Probably. It’s hot out there. You into sweaty feet too, freak?” The guy rolled down her thick cotton socks and pulled them over her warm heels and up off her moist feet. Diaz’s huge size 10.5 soles were soon bared just like Gina’s. The man noticed immediately how immaculate her soles appeared for such a tough girl. Her toenails were painted black and she sported a toe ring on the second toe of her left foot. He touched it and told her, “Well that’s cute. Didn’t expect that from a hardass like yourself.” Diaz scoffed and curled her toes down.
“The Tickler” moved on to Santiago, who appeared quite nervous at this point. She started talking a mile a minute. “Please wait a second, sir. Surely you don’t want to do this. Our feet are sweaty and gross. I could feel my own feet sliding around in my heels as we were walking earlier. You don’t want to take them off right now.” The man ignored her and pulled Santiago’s heels off one at a time. She pouted as her size 8 feet were exposed like the others. She flexed her toes with pink polish on them. The air felt relatively cool compared to the overly-warm interior of her heels.
“Ah, nothing like seeing a few female cops working hard and getting their feet sweaty,” the guy taunted as he sniffed inside of their shoes.
“Um...I’m not a cop. Don’t know if you’ve been paying attention,” Gina quipped back. “I’m more like a very annoyed, very creeped out secretary that just wants to go home, drink a bottle of wine, and have her feet left alone.”
The man sat on the floor in front of the coffee table in front of Santiago’s feet. He wrapped an arm around her ankles and further locked them in place. “Tell me...does the detective have ticklish feet?” Santiago stumbled over her words as she fibbed, “Wh..what? Oh...uh...no, not really. In fact, it’s just a big waste of time probably...to do this. Precious time that you don’t have. We uh...we have loads of evidence against you and it was only a matter of...uh time before we found you. Yeah, if you were smart, you’d be out the door instead of wasting your time with us.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” the perp said as he began scribbling his fingers over her warm, moist arches and heels. Santiago scrunched up her face adorably and bit her lip. She scrunched her slender toes down hard and closed her eyes as she felt the bad guy slide his fingers across her bare soles. As the man attacked her insteps, Santiago began giggling. The slightly sweaty, tender area was quite an easy target; he continued stroking the soft skin on the insides of her feet and soon she was full on laughing. “Good girl,” he said as she began to twist and laugh pathetically.
The man scooted over in front of Diaz next. He asked her, “So...are you as ticklish as your partner?” He held her feet still and began slowly wiggling his fingers over her smooth heels. Diaz’s foot bottoms were warm to the touch from being trapped in her boots all day. The tough as nails detective kept up a stone expression as she looked away from the man. “I’ll bet you are and she seems pretty ticklish to me. And I also bet that not many people know that you pamper your feet. They are kept up so nicely but you aren’t the type of girl to flaunt that so they just stay hidden inside those boots of yours. I love your toe ring by the way. You must take pride in having cute toes.”
The man wiggled his exploring fingers up across her long arches. Diaz flinched a little but said nothing. The beginnings of a smile were breaking at the corners of her mouth. The man commented, “You know, warm sweaty feet are actually more sensitive to tickling. Which is not working in your favor today because you’ve been walking around in boots and happened to end up in my apartment.” He picked up the pace and began wriggling his fingers quickly across her damp arches just below the meaty balls of her feet. Diaz shifted uncomfortably and her face contorted trying to hide it but eventually a smile spread all the way across her face as the man’s fingers got the better of her.
The perp moved down to Gina and began rubbing her nylon-covered soles and toes casually as he asked her, “So...not detective lady...are your feet ticklish like your friends?” Gina looked concerned and creeped out as the man rubbed her feet. She crossed them over each other and pushed them off to one side to get them away from him. Gina shamelessly admitted, “Yes, they are. Like you don’t want to touch them because I’ll go crazy. And I would REALLY appreciate if you would just let me go. I promise that I won’t tell ANYONE about you or that you captured us.”
The man trapped her feet and began wiggling his fingers across her sweaty, nyloned arches. Gina made a sudden “EEK” sound and immediately fell into loud laughter. Her slick nylons allowed the man’s fingers to glide and zip around with ease as he teased her soft soles. Gina laughed wildly, unable to hold back. She writhed on the couch, kicked her legs, and tried to reach her hands out in front of her to stop the man from tickling her. “Wow, you weren’t kidding,” the guy said as he had to fight to keep her still. Gina cackled and shouted, “See! I told you my feet were ticklish! Ahahahahaha!!!”
“The Tickler” stopped and retrieved three small pieces of string. He went to each woman and lassoed their big toes together, tying a neat knot to secure the string after it was looped around the base of their big toes. For Gina, he ripped open her nylons down to her ankles and then proceeded to tie her big toes together.
The man retrieved a feather and knelt back in front of Santiago. She made a pouty expression and pleaded with him, “Oh please, not me again...” The guy began wafting the feather up and down Santiago’s arches, which caused her to melt back into giggles and laughter. He flicked the feather up and down, up and down as she asked him repeatedly to stop. Santiago had a sweet laugh that begged a tickler to go on. Her dainty, feminine feet were as sensitive as he would have hoped. She was easy to manipulate as he wafted the feather again and again and slid it under and between her toes.
“Tell me again...truthfully...how much do the cops know about me?” the man questioned as he tortured Santiago by flicking the feather along the last three toes on her left foot. Santiago was shifting back and forth in her seat on the couch and gripping Diaz’s arm for support. She would try to hold in her laughter only to have it come rushing out again even louder. “Don’t want to talk yet? That’s okay. I have plenty of time to spend on you three.”
He moved on to Diaz again. She looked annoyed that it was her turn again as she patted Santiago’s hands to comfort her. The man lowered the feather to her feet and began wiggling it up and down in a constant rhythm. Diaz was noticeably less composed this go around. “Are you still going to try and hold in your laughter, tough girl? Or are am I getting to you and these big, ticklish feet of yours?” he questioned. He slid the feather up and tickled along the undersides of her long toes, making her scrunch them down.
Diaz shifted her legs and tried to hide her smile again but failed. He traced the stiff feather down the outer ridge of her soles, swirled it over her heels, and then went back up to give the creamy area just below the balls of her feet some attention. As Diaz began to break down and giggle, the man explained to her, “It’s okay to laugh, detective. I’ve tickled plenty of women that tried to act tough. But they all ended up laughing and crying eventually. I nabbed this one cute blonde girl that was in the...Army National Guard I believe is what she was yelling at me. Snuck up behind her after she hopped off a late night bus and was trying to collect her bags. That young lady was wearing her camo fatigues, boots, camo hat, everything still. She looked sharp in that uniform. She had just finished her basic training and thought she was pretty tough. That was until I took off her combat boots. I’ll tell you what, she didn’t like that hairbrush on her soles one bit. Not how she wanted to start her four-day leave, that’s for sure.” The man chuckled to himself as he remembered the young Army girl begging for him to stop scrubbing her size 7 soles. “Don’t fight the feeling, detective; just let it out and save your pride for another day.”
Diaz couldn’t take the relentless sensations of the feather anymore and let out weak, broken laughter. Her head was down in embarrassment as her tough demeanor was chipped away with each stroke of the feather. The man spent extra time on her this round to really get her laughing. Diaz couldn’t cross her feet over to protect herself because her big toes were snuggly bound together. All she could do was sit there and laugh louder and louder as the man tormented her bare feet.
The man eventually moved on to Gina. Her big, bare feet were now exposed from her ripped pantyhose and her plump big toes were cinched together with string. Gina nervously asked her captor if he as done now and was going to leave them alone. He shook his head and held up the feather for her to see. “Goochie goochie goo...”
Gina grimaced in terrified anticipation and begged him, “No! Please! Please don’t! Not me again! Tickle the other two! They’re the ones investigating this case! I’m not even a cohahahahahaaaap!!!” Gina lost it as the feather was wafted up and down her pale, creamy soles. As the feather worked it’s way across the pads below her toes, Gina’s laughter was getting more high-pitched and desperate. “Aw, am I getting close to a sensitive spot? Maybe right...here?” The man danced the tip of the feather along the undersides of Gina’s long, well-developed toes. She burst into hysterics.
The guy fought against her gripping toes but managed to slide the feather between her tootsies and attack the tender sides of them. When he couldn’t get the feather to slide into the crevices, he would just use the tip of the dancing feather to lick the rounded tips of her clenched toes, driving Gina mad. He worked the poor office assistant over pretty good before picking up an electric toothbrush and starting the cycle over again with Santiago. The women shouted and protested but it didn’t do any good.
THREE HOURS LATER...
Santiago, Diaz, and Gina were absolutely fatigued and tickled senseless after being subjected to their captor’s cruel tactics for hours. They had all slumped down in their seats on the couch, their hair and makeup were a hot mess from laughing so much, their stomach muscles burned with fatigue, and the only thought that kept them going was “This has to be over soon!”
The man had picked up the feather again and was flicking it over Diaz’s arches. The feisty brunette was reduced to wimpy, cackling laughter as the feather slid up and down her smooth arches. “Tell me, detective...what will your fellow officers on the force think of you when they find out you let yourself get caught and tickled until you were made to laugh like a little girl?” Diaz shifted uncomfortably in her seat as her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. She knew that she would never live this down for the rest of her career. How many cops had their gun taken away AND were tickled on their feet until they were screaming?
Diaz begged and cried laughter as her huge, bare feet were tormented relentlessly. Santiago was leaning against Diaz at this point and looked over at her partner with a completely worried and sympathetic look. She hated to see her work partner be made to laugh so intensely from something as silly as a feather. But deep down she was glad it wasn’t her turn at the moment.
That all changed in a heartbeat though. The man began wafting the feather on the bottoms of her feet again. Santiago shook her head and began to laugh like crazy once more. “No, no, no, no!!! Don’t tickle me anymore! Hahahahaha!!” The man smiled and asked, “Ready to talk yet or do I need to buzz your toes again with my electric toothbrush?” Santiago managed to answer through her laughter, “Hahahaha! Okay! Okay! I’ll talk!” The man paused briefly. She admitted that their unit had very little information on him, not even enough to know where he might live. She told him that they had just stumbled upon his apartment and gotten lucky.
“So you really don’t have a lot on me? It’s unfortunate that you lucked out and found me here. I suppose I’ll have to find another place to live. But then I could start back up again. And I think I’ll take down your addresses off your driver’s licenses for a little insurance that you won’t look too hard into this case again. Wouldn’t want another visit from me would you?”
He started feathering Santiago’s arches again and made her laugh and cry at the same time as she shouted at him to stop. He kept it up for a minute and then moved over to Gina. The pretty office assistant was exhausted with hair draped across her eyes from shaking her head wildly. She rested her head on Diaz’s shoulder. When Gina saw the perp coming back to her, she started to make tired, whiny noises and begged him, “Oh no, not this again! Dude, just leave my feet alone! I can’t take anymore!” The man chuckled and started dragging the feather up and down the length of her feet. He replied, “That’s what they all say until they take more.” Gina had no choice but to fall back into desperate laughter.
Suddenly, the perp’s police scanner started chattering and the ladies overheard of a patrol unit being dispatched to the apartment complex to check on them. They had been out of contact too long and now a black and white would check their last known location to make sure they were okay. This was music to the ladies’ ears as they smiled and gave a sigh of relief. The man was clearly annoyed with this new development. He still had some time before that unit would get here and even more if they didn’t give an exact room they were checking out. He could grab some things and bail right now. But he wouldn’t get to keep tormenting the women that messed up his whole setup here. “Or...” he thought as he came up with an idea.
He left the living room and came back a short time later holding a tangle of something in one hand. As he stood in front of them with a wicked smile on his face, the women could see he was holding three different colored ballgags dangling down from his grip. A red one, a yellow one, and a white one all with black leather and small buckles to clasp them. Santiago, Diaz, and Gina all shook their heads no and had wide-eyed expressions as they realized what he intended to do. Not only would they be forced to be gagged but their rescue would pass them by if they couldn’t make noise to alert them.
The guy picked out the red ballgag and walked over to Santiago. She had a panicked look on her face and tried to reason with the man up until he pushed the gag into her mouth. Santiago let out a loud, pouty whine as her speech became muffled and incoherent. She tried to shake her head to keep him from buckling it in back but he was practiced at doing such. When he was done, Santiago looked over at her friends with her lips stretched wide over the red ball between them. The leather pressed firmly into her cheeks. She tried to say something to them but they couldn’t understand what she was saying.
The man untied Santiago from her seat but kept her wrist and leg restraints on as he made her hop barefoot to his bedroom. He made her lie down on the floor and retired her so that she was hogtied; her bare feet sticking up in the air now. She looked rather vulnerable and silly lying there hogtied, gagged, and barefoot while in her business suit.
The man returned and picked up the white ballgag. He knelt on the couch near Diaz and teased her by saying, “Detective, you have the right to remain silent.” Diaz pursed her lips together and turned her head away but he managed to position the ballgag against her mouth and pull it tight until it slipped past her lips. The white ball slowly slid into position and soon she found herself sucking on the large ball as he clasped the buckle behind her head. Diaz was escorted barefoot into the bedroom and hogtied just like her partner. She growled into the gag after he was done securing her.
The perp returned and picked up the remaining yellow ballgag. Gina begged him not to gag her. She shouted, “No! You don’t have to do that to me! I’ll be good! I won’t make a peep, I promise! Yellow really isn’t my color!” He coldly forced the yellow ball between her lips as she shouted “No!” and tried to turn her head away. He buckled the clasp in back and effectively silenced the mouthy office assistant. Gina too was forced to somewhat hop back to the bedroom barefoot and lie on the ground near her coworkers. The man retied her in the hogtie position.
“Aw, you all look so adorable...but I think you need something.” The man went to Gina first and rolled her to one side. He pulled hard on her dark blue blouse and ripped the buttons. He yanked her shirt open and then pulled her tank top down, revealing her leopard-print bra. The guy grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped the middle of the bra and the shoulder straps so that it fell away totally loose. Gina’s big, perky tits and pink nipples were exposed as she let out angry muffled protests into the ballgag. He rolled her back onto her stomach.
The man knelt by Diaz and rolled her onto her side. He tore open her black blouse and snipped her black bra so that it fell away. He pushed it to the sides and pulled out her breasts for everyone to see. Diaz growled furiously into her gag as she was exposed. Her dark nipples looked like Hershey Kisses. The man rolled her back onto her stomach as she continued to let out incoherent curses and shake her head determinedly. Santiago couldn’t form words through her gag but her expressive eyes said it all as the guy rolled her over next. He yanked her blouse open and snipped her tan bra to pieces. He slid his hands in and cupped her breasts as he pulled them out of her shirt. Santiago’s smaller tits had light brown nipples and were quite perky. The man rolled her back over onto her stomach.
There was a determined knock on the front door. “The Tickler” took one last glance at the women before he closed the bedroom door. Santiago had pleading eyes as she rolled back and forth trying to get free, flashing her adorable tits each time. Her red ballgag was shiny with drool and spit was starting to run down her chin. Santiago’s bare size 8 soles were secured behind her and she wiggled her toes in desperation.
Diaz was scoffing, rolling her eyes, and cursing loud, muffled gibberish into her white ballgag as she arched her back. Each time she did so, her chest was on display. Diaz was straining her arms to reach her giant, bound size 10.5 feet that were upturned behind her. Her white ballgag was covered in spit and more was dripping down off her bottom lip to the carpet in front of her.
Gina was trying desperately to bring her hands around to one side of her so that she could try and see how they were tied but she quickly realized her ropes were too tight. Gina’s large breasts were squished on the carpet as she looked back toward her big, size 9.5 soles that were tied so securely. She scrunched her cute, shapely soles as she whined into her drool-covered, yellow ballgag. A large string of drool stretched from her gag to the carpet.
The women heard the perp answer the door and an exchange between him and the patrolman that had been sent to the apartment. They talked for a couple minutes and although they couldn’t quite make out what exactly was said, it was clear by the tone and inflections that the officer did not sense anything out of the ordinary.
A short while after the front door closed and the deadbolts were locked back into place, the bedroom door opened again. The man was standing there holding a hairbrush and a bottle of baby oil. He smiled his same wicked smile and said to them, “No one is coming to get you now. Who wants to be first?”
THE END
