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Hey everyone, this is another commission I did for a person on TMF. If you would like a commission, or just enjoy reading my stories, feel free to check me out on DeviantArt. It has all the good stories you love.
https://www.deviantart.com/tickle-mysteries-inc
Author's note: This was a commission. I did not come up with the idea. The person had a plot set up. And gave me specific guidelines for the world and how they wanted the story. So, this does not reflect my views or opinions when it comes to politics.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1 – Waking up
The alarm on Ava’s phone beeped over and over. From her beautiful dream, Ava was taken and shoved into the real world. A grumble escaped her lips. Her hand reached out and touched the button to make the annoying noise stop its insistent whine. She slowly rose up and out her bed. With a stretch and yawn, Ava began her day.
After begrudgingly making her way to the kitchen. Ava flipped on the tv, and she turned to the KBC news app, which streamed its latest story.
“I’m Jennifer Mendoza, here on the scene of another right-wing rally gone wrong. The people who had come to protest got very violent, and even tried to storm on of the city hall. It is believed the group was trying to get a hold of Senator Shanice Carter. Everyone knows Shanice Carter as the senator who will be running against President Kelly Davis. The two have been campaigning for quite some time, and will be debating soon. Many feel the attack on government building was a way to get to Senator Carter due to her being the first female black woman running for president, and is likely to succeed according to some polls. While some believe that Senator Carter’s rise to fame is due to her many promises of building America better. We will have to see which of these two Democrats will succeed at becoming president in-”
Ava blocked out the tv and used it as background noise. She merely listened to it to try and understand the world around her. To figure out if there was anything she should be aware of. Having recently moved out of her parent’s house, she felt she needed to be careful. At least, she felt that way until it was Friday night, that’s when she’d hit the bars, and clubs.
Finishing her breakfast, Ava went into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror. Her deep brown eyes stared back at her. She ran a hair brush through her long dark hair that most people said was some of the most beautiful hair they had ever seen. An hour later after getting ready, and Ava was off to work. She walked over her apartment and into the parking garage. Her heels clacked on the floor as she made her way to her car. The older electric car had seen better days. She had been promised by her parents that they were going to get her a sweet new EX-10 when she turned 16. Though, her family had been hit hard by the crash. They were part of the fading middle class, and now were the top of the lower class. They could barely afford to buy her a car, especially with the new law which out lawed gas, and forced everyone to buy electric. The law hadn’t affected anyone in the upper class, but it did hurt those in the lower class like her family. It forced everyone to sell their gas-powered cars. But with not enough money to buy electric cars, more and more people had to take public transportation. Ava was lucky to even have a piece crap, but that didn’t mean she liked it. She opened the door, pushed the button, and was soon on her way.
Chicago was still a busy city and had plenty of traffic even with fifty percent of the popular riding the loop and other forms of public transportation. Traveling down the 90 she took her exit, and headed for the station. The 12th district police station was next to Medill Park. It’d been burnt down during the crash when everyone rioted. And had been rebuilt a new. This was both good and bad. The pros were it was now updated with the new regulations. The bad was there hadn’t been enough money in the budget, and tons of corners were cut.
Ava sat in her car and look at her phone. The clock ticked down, until finally it hit 9am. Ava opened the door, and walked inside. Every step was excoriating. She thought of how she should’ve called out sick, but couldn’t due to having already run out of vacation days. Reaching her desk, Ava sat down. She groaned. She hated coming to work. She wanted to lay down her head down on her desk and go back to sleep. Coffee would help with that. Ava had become quite a caffeine addict, drinking at least five cups of coffee per day. It was her only pick me up.
Pressing a button, Ava booted up her computer. The loading screen appeared, and soon Ava was typing away at her mundane job. Just cause she didn’t like her job, didn’t mean she wasn’t able to do her job. Ava was quite a hard worker, and always made sure to get all the paperwork she had done. Being the new trooper, she was a glorified clerk, who did a lot of paper work. When Ava had signed up for the job, it’d been one of many she’d sent her resume to. Unfortunately, the only job that had wanted her was this one. It wasn’t what Ava wanted, but it was the job that paid her bills. And they gave her free coffee and donuts, so there was that. Ava’s eyes peered over at the box fully of yummy pastries. That bitch Carla, better not have taken her bear claw. Ava sworn if she did that Ava was going to give her a piece of her mind. Who steals the one donut that someone states aloud that it is their favorite donut? Thinking of the delicious sugary pastries made Ava’s mouth water, and her stomach growl. She stopped typing. Damn it, she was supposed to resist and not eat them today. Her diet demanded her not to be eating so much. It wasn’t like she wasn’t good looking or anything. But still, a girl had to make sure to take of her figure. And donuts at work every day was a horrible temptation that was just asking to ruin her trim body. Ava looked up and cursed the donut gods for placing her in a position where she wanted to eat the yummy treat, but was not suppose to. Ava tried to go back to work. Her fingers moved across the keyboard as she typed the report that was left over from yesterday. But her eyes went over to the pink box. She blinked and tried to focus on the screen before her. ‘Must finish this report,’ Ava thought. But her mind wondered over and thought of taking a bite out of the airy, fluffy, oh so good piece of sugary delight. God damn it! Why did she have to work in this office? It was so boring. Her job was just tons of paper work. And they gave out tons of food to make you get fatter as you sat in a chair. Why couldn’t it be health snacks? She realized that was a stupid thought. Who would eat health snacks that tasted horrible versus eating good stuff? Again, she tried to shake the thoughts away. Ava breathed and tried to focus on her work. Just focus on work. Just focus on work, she repeated again in her head. Her stomach made a growl. She slowly looked over. Ava sighed. She couldn’t take it anymore. She got up from her roller chair, and walked over to the box of temptation. ‘Carla better not have taken the bear claw. That bitch better have left it to me.’ Ava thought. She opened the pink box, and stared down into it. Her eyes scanned about. There was no bear claw. ‘That bitch!’ Ava thought. She grinded her teeth. Now, Ava was forced to take one of the other donuts.
“Hey Rook,” called out a voice.
Ava turned. A woman with hair that looked like gold approached her. ‘Jeez, what I wouldn’t give for her blonde hair,’ Ava thought. It wasn’t just Stella’s hair that Ava found beautiful. Ava was jealous of Stella’s perfect hourglass figure.
“You know my name is Ava, right?” Ava replied.
Stella shrugged her shoulders. “My bad, Rook. Oh look, donuts.” Stella picked one up and took a bite. “This is my third one. I love these things,” she said with a mouthful.
Ava glared at Stella. She didn’t know which was worse, the fact that Stella ate all the donuts she wanted, but never gained a single pound, or the fact that she knew what Ava’s name was, but still she called her Rook, which everyone knew was short for Rookie. A way to mess with her. Maybe it was a bit of the hazing ritual that people did when it came to jobs. Though, Ava found it awkward. The woman before her, Stella, was her superior. So, there wasn’t much Ava could do.
“What is it?” Ava asked.
Stella grinned. “We got a job to do.”
Ava raised her eyebrow. “What?”
Stella beckoned her over. Ava followed Stella over to her desk. Stella sat down, and opened up a file.
“You know, we have these things on the computer, right?” Ava asked.
“I like the feel of paper in hands. Besides, paper can’t get hacked,” Stella said.
Ava shook her head. “You watch way too many old cops shows, you know that? I mean, who says stuff like that anymore. It’s such a cliché stereotype. Nobody else acts that way. Just you.”
Stella laughed. “Oh, Rooks got jokes. I see. Well, if you want to be a person who gets the results I get, you gotta know how to work the system.”
Ava rolled her eyes. “You know the chief’s not happy with you not using your computer, or treating everything like it isn’t-”
“Psh, the chief loves me. She’s always going on and on about how I get stuff done. You’ve only been here what? A month or so now? How would you know anyway?” Stella responded.
Ava leaned in. “People talk, you know. A lot of people talk about you. I’m just trying to let you know.”
“It better not be Carla talking shit. I’m make sure to teach her a lesson she won’t forget.”
Ava giggled. “She is quite a-” Ava shook her head. “Do you know how many times she took my bear claw? I told everyone in the meeting how I love bear claws.”
Stella crossed her legs. Her high heel popped off and on. It dangled off her foot. “Carla loves to pull shit like that. She’s just like all bullies. You gotta teach ‘em a lesson or they walk all over you.”
“Right. I know, it’s just-” Ava stopped. She looked down at the file. “Wait, did this happen yesterday?”
Stella nodded. “Sure did. Finally starting to pay attention aren’t ya, Rook?”
“Well, you were going on about Carla, and I-”
“If I recall, it was you going on and on. Saying how I’m old school, and how people talk about me.”
“Yeah, ok. That’s fair. Let’s just get to work. The sooner we get through this the sooner it gets done. What did you need me to do?”
Stella smiled.
Chapter 2- Ava's dream
Stella pointed to the picture of a young attractive woman. “This is Harper Garcia. She was brought in yesterday on charges of robbery.”
“Robbery?” Ava asked. This seemed weird to Stella. Robbery didn’t seem pretty big when it came to the grand scheme of things. And Stella was usually only given higher end interrogations. She didn’t get the small stuff, but here she was with a file on a robber.
Stella nodded. “Yep. This little lady was caught after she failed to escape.”
“Ok? What does that have to do with us? Seems this is pretty cut and dry. Why are we getting involved? Especially with the county’s stuff. Don’t we have bigger things to deal with besides a robber.”
“Usually, you’d be right. But it seems this has become a bigger priority. I was told to head down to the county jail today, and guess who is coming along for the ride?”
Ava wasn’t sure if she liked this or not. But she knew she had no choice.
***
Moments later, Stella and Ava were in Stella’s patrol car headed down to the county jail. Ava looked over as she saw Stella take a pull of her vape pen. The drive was silent for the most part with neither of the women talking to each other. Ava still couldn’t figure out why this was getting such a high priority, and why Stella had been brought on. It was a burglar after all. It wasn’t a violent crime. And they’d already caught her. There must be plenty of other agents they could’ve asked for this.
“I still don’t get. Why are we being asked to do this?” Ava questioned.
Stella shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t even know what the burglar was trying to steal. I only got sent the person’s profile, with a request to come down to the jail and interrogate her.”
“Is that usually what happens?”
Stella shook her head. “No, it isn’t. Most of the time, I get a full report on what’s happened. They tell me what they think the person did, what evidence they have already, and other information. This is the first time that I’ve ever been asked to come down with just a person’s profile. It is a bit interesting.”
“Interesting?” Ava asked.
“Yeah, aren’t you curious to know what is happening, why we were called down there, and what this is all about? You couldn’t have joined the force and not feel even remotely a bit of wanting to solve mysteries and put the bad guy away.”
Ava sighed. “Unlike you, I don’t feel that way at all. This was just a job I landed that paid decent enough for me to live on my own. I don’t even want to this. I’d rather be doing something else.”
“Oh, really? And what’s that? Are you one of those women hoping to become a pro dom?” Stella asked.
“What? No. I don’t want to be a pro dom.”
Stella grinned. “Are you sure? You know ever since Sex work has been legalized, tons of people have gone pro. It takes a lot though. You gotta jump through plenty of hoops like classes, passing a test, and plenty of training. But it makes tons of money.”
Ava scoffed. “Yeah right, I’m not even pro dom material. I thought about it. And it does sound like fun. I mean tying up people, treating them like your bitch, and sexually teasing them even though you don’t actually do anything. But that’s not what I wanted to be.”
“And what do you want to be?” Stella asked.
“A singer.”
“A singer?” Stella repeated.
“Yeah, I want to sing. Maybe be like Taylor Swift, or someone. I always loved singing.”
“So, why didn’t you become a singer?”
Ava stared at her Stella like she was crazy. “Cause there ain’t no money in it, unless you become popular.”
“You are young. You have time to follow your dream.”
“I don’t have money. I need money right now. My family can’t support me. I have to support myself. That’s why I got a 9 to 5 job. Singing doesn’t pay the bills. And it’s a hard market to get into,” Ava said.
“Not as hard a pro doming. You have a lot of big corporations running the market, and even though most people can get through the classes and pass the test. A lot of people won’t get hired. Even if they do, it’s a lot of hours to make the money. People compared it to being a doctor.”
“Except doctors don’t make nearly as much. With everybody getting health care, doctors aren’t able to charge what they usually do.”
Stella nodded. “Its why everyone sits in long lines, and people end up dying waiting to get seen.”
Ava looked down. “At least everybody has the right to a doctor, and can get healthcare.”
Stella scoffed. “What’s the point of healthcare if you can’t get it? Or when doctors don’t even care as much. With no incentive, most people aren’t looking to the health care industry. A once booming industry which helped tons of people make money, especially those who weren’t from this county. Now it’s a sinking ship.”
Ava looked around the car.
“Don’t worry,” Stella said. “My car isn’t bugged. This is just a chat between us girls. I won’t tell if you won’t.” Stella winked.
Ava took a moment. She could see how Stella was able to gain so much attention. With a simple wink of her gorgeous green gems, she’d made Ava relieved. The secret police had been looking for people who said similar stuff. People had lost their jobs and been put into prison for saying such things which had been seen as traitorous. Ava shuddered at the thought of such things. She looked over at Stella with a sense of respect. Stella was so confident, so beautiful, and so smart. Ava wondered if the rumors about Stella were true. But she decided not to ask.
Chapter 3- The big house
The two women pulled up to the county jail. They parked and went into the small prison that housed criminal in waiting. Stella and Ava made their way down the hall to the office, where an attendant buzzed them in the secure door. Their a heavy-set man met them on the other side.
“Well, howdy. My name is Clem. How are you two lovely ladies doing today?” the man greeted as he lowered his hat. “I’m guessing you’re the Special interrogators.”
“Yes, we are I was hoping you could tell us more about her,” Stella said.
“Sure, come with me.” Clem led them to his office. “Please make yourselves at home.” He sat in a large leather chair. “I’m guessing you are the interrogation agent that was sent.”
“I am. So, tell me, Clem. Who is Harper Garcia? And why is she such a high priority?” Stella asked.
The large man looked at Stella. “As you may know, she is a supposed burglar.”
Stella nodded. “I gathered that much from the request. What I don’t know she supposedly did, and why I’m here.”
Clem held up his hand. “Ma’am I understand your confusion. But I wasn’t allowed to send the full report. I was only allowed to get you here, especially before I give you any knowledge. And I’m supposed to have your sign these.” Clem pulled out two pieces of paper and hand one to Ava and Stella.
Ava looked it over. It was a non-disclosure agreement. Why the hell was he handing them a non-disclosure agreement? What the hell was going on?
Stella raised an eyebrow. “You want us to sign this?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Clem said.
“And you won’t tell us any information until me do,” Stella said.
“That is correct.”
Stella leaned over to Ava. “What do you think?” Stella whispered.
Ava looked over at her. Was she really asking what she thought? “I think we should sign it. I don’t think we have any other choice.”
Stella nodded. “Ok, will sign them. But this better be worth it.”
“Oh, it’ll be an interesting one. I’m sure you’ll get some high praise from others if you complete this discretely,” Clem replied.
The two women sighed the papers and handed them to Clem. Clem looked them over and nodded.
“Ok, what’s going on?” Stella asked.
“As you can guess, this isn’t a simple burglary,” Clem said.
“Yeah, we figured. Are you going to tell us what’s going on or not?”
Clem nodded. “You see, this woman was part of a group. The group broke into the office of Senator Carter. Yes, that Senator Carter. We think this woman is part of a right-wing group, who is out to ruin Senator Carter. The woman and her accomplices broke into the campaign office, got into the computers, and stole some classified files.”
“So, you want me to get her to tell me where those files are?” Stella asked.
“Yes, but not just that. You see, we first need to get her to confess to doing it. We brought her in with little evidence. We do have the group on video breaking into the office. But when it comes to Ms. Garcia, we got lucky to even have caught her. You see, Ms. Garcia is part of an online forum. It is a known Republican forum, with tons of right-wing nut jobs. There was a post from a woman, who said she was the one who did it. When we arrested Ms. Garcia, we found her logged on to the site and that she was the one who made that post.”
“What led you to her though?” Stella asked.
“We have a witness who identified the car leaving the scene,” Clem said.
Stella squinted. “And I’m guessing the car happens to belong to Ms. Garcia?”
Clem nodded. “That would be correct. The car did in fact belong to Ms. Garcia. She is stating that she let her cousin borrow the car that day. But we can’t seem to find her cousin anywhere in our database. And when we searched her place, we found she was the one who made the post on the right-wing website.” Clem placed his hands on the table. “Now we’ve already interrogated Ms. Garcia, but she isn’t talking. Which is why we called you in. We need a member of the BDSM Squad to hopefully get some information out of her.”
Stella raised her hand. “Let me get this straight. You want me to get a confession out of Ms. Garcia. Then you want me to get her to tell us where the files are. Am I correct?”
Clem nodded. “And we need her to name who her accomplices are. If you can at the very least get her to confess and tell us her accomplices, that would be good. We need something.”
“Show me the video.”
Chapter 4 – The video
Stella and Ava were led into a room with some TVs. A person sat a computer.
“Show them the clip of the robbers,” Clem said.
The man nodded. In a moment he pulled up a file and opened it.
“This was taken from the camera at the campaign headquarters,” Clem said.
A room with tons of campaign posts were shown. All the of stuff had Senator Carter’s face with a slogan that read: Change America. Build a better America.
The room had a couple of people sitting on their desks working. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Sometime went by, and the man had to speed the video along. Suddenly, four masked people came into the headquarters all holding guns.
“Get on the floor and nobody gets hurt!” shouted one of the masked people.
“Hurry up and get it,” said a second one.
One of the masked members kicked the door to Senator Carter’s office. The camera angle switched to the two masked figures in the office. One sat at the computer as they started typing. The other rummaged through the room, breaking into the file cabinet and going through it. Paper and different files were being through out and onto the ground by the person. It was as if they were looking for something specific.
Stella watched closely.
After a few moments, the figure looking through the files shouted, “I got it!”
The person at the computer nodded. “Me too. Let’s get out of here.”
The two left the office making their way into the main room, and within moments the four of masked figures left the campaign headquarters.
Stella turned to Clem. “And a witness identified Ms. Garcia’s car leaving the campaign headquarters?”
Clem nodded. “Correct. We couldn’t find a single fingerprint, nor anything that gave us a clue as to who those four were. Only a witness, who happened to be walking their dog saw a vehicle matching Ms. Garcia’s and having the same last four digits on the license plate. It is what led us to her, and enabled us to make an arrest.”
Stella could see that the only thing they had was circumstantial evidence. TV shows would have you believe that wasn’t enough to convince someone of a crime. But that was incorrect. The truth was that it was enough, and it was something that had put plenty of guilty felons in jail.
“Ok, I’ll need room prepared and Ms. Garcia brought to me.”
Chapter 5 – Interrogation
Harper sat at a chair. Her hands in cuffs. She wore a white tank top and black yoga pants. It looked as if she’d been lounging around at home she’d been arrest. Stella and Ava stood in a room staring through the one-way glass at the prisoner. They looked at the woman before them. Harper Garcia was quite beautiful. She easily could’ve been a model. Ava looked from Stella to Harper. Ava couldn’t tell which she thought was better looking. Harper had darker hair, and a tan complexion compared to Stella’s paler color. Though, both had bodies that most women would kill for, and strove everyday to get. Something Ava knew all too well how much work it took to get. Not to mention Stella and Harper were blessed with bountiful breasts. Another thing Ava was a bit self-conscious about.
“Why are we just waiting here?” Ava asked.
“We want to let her stew in the other room,” Stella responded. “I want to see how she’ll reaction before I even start asking questions.”
Ava nodded. “Is that something they taught you in school?”
Stella smirked. “Maybe. Just make sure you take down all the info you can. We can’t record any of the conversation, cause Harper isn’t even supposed to be here. According to Clem, the interrogation is off the books.”
Ava wasn’t sure how she felt about that. But she was too deep to start changing her mind now. She to go through with it. Ava hoped Stella’s plan worked.
Both Stella and Ava stood there a bit longer before going into the other room.
Harper looked over at the two women as they entered.
Ava sat down and held a notepad and a pen. Using such old school instruments felt awkward, but it was part of the job.
“Are you going to let me go?” Harper asked.
“Why would we do that?” Stella asked.
“Because I didn’t do anything. I’m innocent. I already told the guy that my cousin was borrowing my car,” Harper said. She touched her face. “You aren’t going to get rough with me are you?”
Stella touched her lip. “That all depends on your answers. It seems very interesting that you just happen to let your cousin use your car on the day she commits a crime. And then she goes missing.”
“Listen, I didn’t do it. I’m innocent. Whatever my cousin did is not on me.”
Stella kept a serious look. “Do you know why you were brought in?”
“No, they just told me that car was involved in a serious crime,” Harper responded.
“Its your car. Shouldn’t you have known where it was going? Didn’t you ask your cousin?”
“No, she’s my cousin. I didn’t think she’d do something bad.”
“Where does your cousin’s name? Where does she tend to stay?”
Harper looked up. “Uh… H-her name is Gina. She s-stays in… Redrock.”
“Are you sure?”
Harper nodded. “Yeah, of course, I’m sure.”
“You didn’t seem so sure when I asked you.”
“Yeah, well I’m nervous.”
Stella leaned in. “Listen Harper. I need you tell me what is going on. If you do, I can help you get out of this. You won’t get in trouble.”
“I don’t know what’s going on. I told you that I’m innocent and my cousin did this.”
Stella sighed. “We already looked your file over. You don’t have a cousin Gina. You don’t have any cousins who live in this state. So, I suggest you tell me the truth.”
Harper’s eyes widen. “What? I don’t know what you are talking about. I have a cousin Gina. I swear I do. You have to believe me.”
Stella made a I’m not so sure face. “Harper, I need you to tell me the truth. I can make it so you don’t get jail time.”
Harper gasped. “What about due process? Don’t I get a phone call or something? The movies always show someone getting a phone call. I have rights.”
Stella shook her head. “That’s in the movies. That’s a not a real right. We don’t have to let you call anyone. In fact,” Stella got closer. “there are people here who want you in jail. They are willing to do unspeakable things to you. I’m guessing you know that BDSM is now legal punishment that can be given to criminals?”
“What? You mean that kink shit?” Harper blinked. “Are you guys going to do that to me?”
“We won’t if you tell us what we want to know.”
Harper banged on the table. “This is bullshit. You don’t have anything on me, do you? I’m betting you donut munching pigs think I’ll just squeal everything to you. Well, I’m fucking innocent. And when I get out of here, I’m going to sue your asses. They’ll defund you so fast you won’t be-”
“Shut up!” Ava stated. She glared at Harper. “We know you did it. We have it on camera. You crazy right-wing nut jobs always think you could get away with it. You’re all fucking Nazis. We know you posted on that site.”
Harper squinted. “Fuck you bitch! I didn’t do shit. The whole media is controlled by the left. Do you realize the Nazis controlled the media to? Its where we get the word propaganda. Not to mention our president, don’t get me started on that bitch. But the worse is Senator Carter, if she becomes president, it’ll be worse than it is now.”
“So, you do visit the website, and did post on there?” Stella asked.
“Yeah, I fucking did. Though, I didn’t commit the robbery. My cousin did. But I’m glad that she fucking did. I wish I would’ve been there.”
Stella sat back. She eyed Harper. “You are going to go to jail unless you tell us the truth. And we already know you are lying about your cousin. It’d be better on everyone if you just fessed up.”
“Nah, I’m not fucking saying shit. Not to you. Not to that bitch.” Harper turned to Ava. Then she looked back at Stella. “Crime has gone up and gotten worse since we elected president Davis. We have a women president, and she still lets the pay gap grow. Not shrink. Grow. Plus, the legalization of sex work has made more men and women into people who sell their bodies instead of getting a real job.”
Ava clenched her fist. “You are some kinda psycho bitch. You are lucky we don’t-”
Stella held her hand to silence Ava. “Calm down Ava.”
Harper stuck her tongue out at Ava. Her childish antic only made Ava glare at her.
Ava wanted to punch the woman in front of her. She couldn’t stand crazy people no matter which side of the spectrum they stood. She just had to keep up the act, and keep Harper feeling like she was in control. That way Stella
could get her to slip up.
“You know you are facing really big charges,” Stella said.
“I didn’t do shit. I already told this to you.” Harper looked up. “Why won’t you believe me? I didn’t break into the Senator’s office. My cousin and her friends did.” Harper froze. She realized what she said.
Stella smiled. “I didn’t say anything about breaking into the Senator’s office. Or how many people did it.”
Harper looked away.
“I suggest you tell us what you know. Make it easy on yourself.”
Harper didn’t respond.
“Fine. I guess we do it the hard way. Ava, get Ms. Garcia set up.”
Ava smiled. “Happy to.”
Chapter 6 – Cops and robbers
Before the interrogation, Stella and Ava had stood in the one-way mirror room with Clem.
“So, tell me what happened when you went to arrest her?” Stella asked.
“Well, she tried to flee out the window, but got stuck,” Clem said. “It was pretty easy to catch her. Though, I did have to stop one of the officers.”
“Stop one of the officers?” Stella asked.
“Yeah,” Clem said. “Ms. Garcia was kicking her feet about. Saying she was innocent. One of her shoes popped off. And an officer ended up tickling her foot. She was hooping and hollering like mad. She was not a happy camper when it came to the officer tickling her. I had to reprehend him. I mean ticklers are just so weak. They are the worse when it comes to true BDSM interrogators.”
Stella nodded. “Well, Clem we will need the room. I’ll let you know when we get something out of her.”
***
It took Ava quite some time to restrain Harper as she was constantly struggling. Stella jumped in to help, which wasn’t normal protocol. Though, now Harper sat with her arms held above her head and tied with a rope that went up and over a beam. Her legs were spread open. Each foot tied to the stool it sat upon, bound by the last bit of rope Ava could get from the prison’s interrogation kit. She’d asked for quite a number of things but was left less than half of what was asked. Though, Stella didn’t get mad at her. In fact, Stella said she could work with what tools Ava had brought her.
Harper didn’t sit still. “I have rights. You can’t do this! I’m an American citizen!”
Stella and Ava ignored Harper.
“Let me out of this right now! You hear me! You can’t do this!” Harper shouted.
Stella got up and circled around Harper, like a shark going around its prey.
Harper glared at Stella. “How dare you! Is this some kind of kink interrogation? Are you going to spank me?”
“You seem stressed. Why don’t we make you more comfortable?” Stella turned to Ava. “Ava, please make our guest more comfortable by removing her shoes.”
Ava nodded. She reached forward and unlaced Harper’s sneakers. She then slid the shoe off. Ava repeated the action with the other shoe.
“What the hell are you doing? Why are you removing my shoes? Leave them on! You better not steal them!” Harper said in protest.
“We won’t be taking your shoes. In fact, we plan on having a good time. Now, if you would Ava, please remove Ms. Garcia’s socks,” Stella said.
Ava nodded, and complied. She reached forward, and took off Harper’s socks to reveal her bare feet.
“I hope my feet smell bad!” Harper yelled.
“My my, you have such big feet, with such long toes,” Stella said. “They look so soft, and pretty.”
Harper gave her a disgusted look. “Are you one of those kink interrogators? Do you have some foot fetish or something? Are you going to rub my feet until I confess? I’m not going to tell you anything, you hear me. Nothing.”
Stella smiled. “Oh, I think you might open your mouth for me.” She walked over to small box. She opened it, and pulled forth a long white feather.
Harper flinched at the sight of it. “What the hell are you going to do with that?”
“Nothing, if you confess to your crime and tell me who your accomplices are.”
Harper scoffed. “I ain’t telling you a single thing. You can kiss my ass cop.”
“Is that so?” Stella said as she touched the feather to her chin.
“Damn straight. You won’t get shit out of me. I ain’t no rat.”
“So, you are confessing to doing the crime?” Stella asked.
Harper shook her head. “I’m innocent. Having different beliefs doesn’t make you a criminal. When I get out of here, I’m going to sue you and your partner over there for wrongful imprisonment. What’s happen to America? No due process. Aren’t I innocent until proven guilty?”
“Well, right now you are in a gray area. Just cause you watch tv shows, doesn’t mean you know the system. In fact, most tv shows give people the wrong idea of how the justice system works,” Stella said as she walked closer to Harper. “But enough about that. Let’s talk about you. I’ll start with the easy question. Did you or did you not break into Senator Carter’s campaign office?”
“No. Just cause I don’t like the bitch, doesn’t mean I-”
Stella slid the feather down Harper’s exposed right armpit.
Harper’s body jerked in surprise. A small chuckle escaped her lips.
“Oh, you wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?” Stella asked.
Harper glared at her. “Ticklish? I’m not ticklish.”
Stella walked around Harper. “Oh, really? So, you wouldn’t mind if I-” She skittered her nails along Harper’s bare foot. “Did this?”
Harper’s foot twitched.
“That seems to bother you? Are you sure you aren’t ticklish?” Stella asked.
Harper shook her head. “No, I’m not ticklish. Not at all.”
“I think you are,” Stella said. She swiped the feather along Harper’s left foot.
“D-don’t,” Harper replied.
“Mmmm don’t what? I thought you weren’t ticklish?” Stella asked.
“I’m not. You just surprised me is all.”
“Oh? How long do you think you can do this? Cause I have all day. In fact, I’m getting paid to do it. So,” Stella said. She moved her feather into Harper’s left armpit.
Harper pushed her lips together.
Stella brushed the feather in Harper’s smooth hollow for a moment.
Harper pulled against her bounds. She looked up. Her mouth open. Giggles flowed out of her.
Stella pulled back.
“Stop that,” Harper said.
“Stop what? Stop doing this?” Stella reached forward and tweaked Harper’s ribs.
Twitters came out of Harper’s mouth.
“Can’t handle it? Does it tickle?” Stella mocked. She stopped and went towards Harper’s foot.
“N-no. I-” Harper started to say, but was cut short when Stella’s nails run down her sole. “D-don’t heheheheahahahahahahaha! Stop please!”
“Confess to your crime,” Stella stated.
“I didn’t do anything!” Harper said through her laughter which was rising due to Stella using her nails on the sensitive skin of her foot.
Stella stopped and walked over to her armpit. She swiped her feather in the smooth crevasse.
Harper broke out into full laughter. First from the simple strokes of the Stella’s plume, then she went even more berserk when Stella ran her nails in her armpit.
Stella teased Harper. She’d pull back and give Harper a second to calm down, before lunging forward and going all out. Sometimes she’d simply stroke the feather, other times she used her deadly fingers. Stella’s switching tactics were used to make it hard for Harper to contain herself or to adapt to the sensations.
“Stop! Please!” Harper pleaded.
“Is my widdle criminal too ticklish? She’s been a vwery bwad girl. And bwad girls get tickled. Yes, they do. Tickle tickle. Cootchie cootchie coo,” Stella teased using a baby voice.
Harper twisted in her bonds as she tried to block out the powerful stimulation coursing through her body. She threw her head back as more laughter came out. "Not the baby voice!"
Ava stared as Stella continue to work Harper over. She stared at Stella who had a big grin on her face. Ava wondered if she was enjoying this. It looked like she was having a lot of fun. Most people didn’t think of ticklers as being very good interrogators, but Harper was in hysterics at the hands of Stella, who Ava thought seemed like a fierce tickler. She didn’t think Harper would last very long. She was already begging for Stella to stop. This tactic seemed much stronger than the rumors said it was. According to others at the office, ticklers were the least likely to get information or deal a hardcore torturous blow. But yet here it was a technique that didn’t hurt the person at all. Yet caused extreme feelings of comfortability. Ava had been tickled as a girl, and found it very awkward. But she never thought it could be used so skillfully, and so much like a weapon. It seemed appearances were deceiving. That and not everyone really knew as much as they claimed.
Harper hopped in her seat as she shrugged. Her head shook from side to side her hair flying every which way.
“Naughty, naughty little thief. I’m going to tickle you all night. That’s right. You’ve been a bad little girl, and I’m going to punish you for.”
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” Harper screamed.
“God can’t save you,” Stella said. “Only I can. Confess your crimes thief.”
“I won’t!” Harper responded.
“Very well. Then I’ll keep tickling,” Stella said. She flicked the feather inside of Harper’s armpit for a bit reaching forward and pinching Harper’s side.
Harper reacted by laughing even more.
Stella stopped and moved down to her feet. “Which foot is more ticklish? The left?” Stella ran her nails down the left sole. “Or the right?” She stroked her plume up Harper’s foot.
Harper continued to cascade further and further into a hysterical abyss.
“Do you want to confess to your crime now?” Stella asked.
“Give me a break!” Harper called out. “Please give me a break!”
“I will if you confess that you broke into the Senator’s office,” Stella replied.
“Ok! Ok! I did it! I broke into the Senator’s office! There, I said it! Now give me a break!” Harper exclaimed.
Stella stopped.
Harper panted as if she hadn’t taken a breath in days.
“Tell me, who are you accomplices?”
Harper shook her head. “I’m no rat.”
Stella smiled. “Guess your breaks over then.”
Harper gave a fearful look.
Stella’s fingers skittered on Harper’s sole. From the bottom, they made their way up to the arch where they sped up the attack.
“Nooohohohoho! Not my feet! Not my feet! Wahahahahahahahahahaha!” Harper shrieked.
Stella looked over at Ava. “Hey Rook, mind giving me a hand, or two over here?”
Ava blinked. Was Stella asking her to join in? It took a moment, but Ava got up and walked over to Harper’s unprotected armpits.
“No! No! Stay away from me you bitch!” Harper said.
Ava glared at Harper. “Bitch, huh?” Ava stuck her nails into the woman’s armpits and furiously started tickling.
A new wave of laughter rose out of Harper’s mouth. She struggled a bit more. It was obvious that she wanted to pull her arms down to protect her vulnerable areas, but was unable to.
Stella watched as Ava got more and more into the moment. She smiled, and went back to Harper’s feet. They may not have had many tools, but it seems the natural ones were doing a great job.
Harper squealed. She snorted a couple of times. Her toes wiggled like crazy. She scrunched them up to try and protect them, but Stella’s nails somehow found their way in. Harper tried moving her body, which looked like a funny dance to both of her interrogators. She flexed her feet.
“This is cruel and unusual punishment! You can’t do this!” Harper cackled.
“And who is going to stop us? We are the police,” Stella said.
“Please stop! Hahahahahahahahaha! It tickles! It tickles!”
“Does it tickle?” Stella asked.
“Yes! Hahahahahahahaha! It tickles soooo bad!”
“Do you want us to stop?” Stella queried.
“Please! You have too! Hahahahahahahaha! This is wrong! I can’t breathe!” Harper responded.
“Not until you tell us the names of your accomplices,” Ava said.
Stella looked up at Ava. Ava looked at Stella. Their eyes met and there was no need for words. It was obvious the two were on the same wavelength of getting what they want and how to do it. Unfortunately for Harper, that met they were going to tickle her until she broke down. And they were going to break her.
Ava continued to scratch her nails in Harpers pits. Every so often to leapt down and poked at her sides. Stella was still working over Harper’s soles. She ran her fingers up the arch, before coming back down to the heel.
“I think those toes need want some action. Yes, I think I’m going to tickle your toes,” Stella said.
“No! Don’t do it! Not my toes! Not my toes! Anywhere but that!”
Stella grinned. She slid her feather in between Harpers big toe and index toe. She then proceeded to run her nails along the pads of the others.
Harper went ballistic. She shook her head from side to side. Tears formed in her eyes. Her laughter went to the highest it had been the whole interrogation.
“Oh, please not there! Please stop! Not there! Not there!”
“For a thief, you have some ticklish toes. I could tickle them all day. In fact, I might.” Stella threatened.
“Get away from my toes! Get that feather out! Get it out!” Harper screamed with laughter.
Stella pushed her fingers in between Harper’s toes. She teased them over and over.
Harper thought she was going to die from all the tickling. She’d never been tickled this bad before in her life. It was overwhelming. It was taking over her mind and making her go insane.
Ava was really getting into it. She enjoyed making Harper scream her head off. She had never been into the whole kink thing, but for some reason she was really enjoying the way she could tickle this woman. How much she was in control, and how amazing it felt to humiliate Harper through such a childish thing. Her eyes got more engrossed like a starving animal feeling getting to eat. She wanted to teach this woman a lesson. One that she’d never forget.
“Tell us what we want to know!” Ava exclaimed.
“I’m not rat!” Harper responded. “I won’t tell you!”
“Talk, or we keep tickling,” Stella pushed.
Harper shut her eyes. She tried to block out the sensations. But it was too strong. She’d held out as long as she could. But she was broken. She was at the mercy of her interrogations. “No please! I’m ticklish! I’m so ticklish! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah! Please stop tickling me! Hehehehehahahahahahahha! This is torture! Hahahahahahahahahaha!” Harper didn’t want to say, but she’d been beaten. The words were hard for her to say. But she had to get them to stop. “I-I give up! Hahahahahha! Y-you win! I can’t take anymore! Hahahahahahahaha! Oh god, please stop! Hahahahaha! Please! Hahahahaha! I’ll do anything! Hahahahaha! Stop tickling!”
“Aw, you can’t take it anymore. Are you going to tell us what we want to know? Are you going to tell us the names of your accomplices?” Stella asked.
“Yeehehehes! Yes! I’ll tell you everything! Hahahahahahaha! Just stop tickling me!”
Stella nodded to Ava, and both of them stopped. Stella leaned in. “Start talking, or we go back to tickling.” She wiggled her fingers near Harpers foot in order to add to her threat.
Harper was trying to catch her breath. She shook her head. “No. No more. I’ll tell you their names. I’ll tell you everything I know.”
***
Stella and Ava left the interrogation room.
“What do you think? Do you think she’s lying?” Ava asked. “Maybe she fed us the wrong info.”
Stella shook her head. “No. She was a rather easy nut to crack because of how ticklish she was. It is more normal than you would think.”
Ava wanted to ask how she knew, but before she could say anything, Stella continued.
“Anyway, we have what we came for. It is time we filed our report,” Stella said.
“That’s it. Is this the end of the case?” Ava asked.
Stella smiled. “No, I don’t think it is.”
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Author's note: This was a commission. I did not come up with the idea. The person had a plot set up. And gave me specific guidelines for the world and how they wanted the story. So, this does not reflect my views or opinions when it comes to politics.
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Kink Police Interrogators
Chapter 1 – Waking up
The alarm on Ava’s phone beeped over and over. From her beautiful dream, Ava was taken and shoved into the real world. A grumble escaped her lips. Her hand reached out and touched the button to make the annoying noise stop its insistent whine. She slowly rose up and out her bed. With a stretch and yawn, Ava began her day.
After begrudgingly making her way to the kitchen. Ava flipped on the tv, and she turned to the KBC news app, which streamed its latest story.
“I’m Jennifer Mendoza, here on the scene of another right-wing rally gone wrong. The people who had come to protest got very violent, and even tried to storm on of the city hall. It is believed the group was trying to get a hold of Senator Shanice Carter. Everyone knows Shanice Carter as the senator who will be running against President Kelly Davis. The two have been campaigning for quite some time, and will be debating soon. Many feel the attack on government building was a way to get to Senator Carter due to her being the first female black woman running for president, and is likely to succeed according to some polls. While some believe that Senator Carter’s rise to fame is due to her many promises of building America better. We will have to see which of these two Democrats will succeed at becoming president in-”
Ava blocked out the tv and used it as background noise. She merely listened to it to try and understand the world around her. To figure out if there was anything she should be aware of. Having recently moved out of her parent’s house, she felt she needed to be careful. At least, she felt that way until it was Friday night, that’s when she’d hit the bars, and clubs.
Finishing her breakfast, Ava went into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror. Her deep brown eyes stared back at her. She ran a hair brush through her long dark hair that most people said was some of the most beautiful hair they had ever seen. An hour later after getting ready, and Ava was off to work. She walked over her apartment and into the parking garage. Her heels clacked on the floor as she made her way to her car. The older electric car had seen better days. She had been promised by her parents that they were going to get her a sweet new EX-10 when she turned 16. Though, her family had been hit hard by the crash. They were part of the fading middle class, and now were the top of the lower class. They could barely afford to buy her a car, especially with the new law which out lawed gas, and forced everyone to buy electric. The law hadn’t affected anyone in the upper class, but it did hurt those in the lower class like her family. It forced everyone to sell their gas-powered cars. But with not enough money to buy electric cars, more and more people had to take public transportation. Ava was lucky to even have a piece crap, but that didn’t mean she liked it. She opened the door, pushed the button, and was soon on her way.
Chicago was still a busy city and had plenty of traffic even with fifty percent of the popular riding the loop and other forms of public transportation. Traveling down the 90 she took her exit, and headed for the station. The 12th district police station was next to Medill Park. It’d been burnt down during the crash when everyone rioted. And had been rebuilt a new. This was both good and bad. The pros were it was now updated with the new regulations. The bad was there hadn’t been enough money in the budget, and tons of corners were cut.
Ava sat in her car and look at her phone. The clock ticked down, until finally it hit 9am. Ava opened the door, and walked inside. Every step was excoriating. She thought of how she should’ve called out sick, but couldn’t due to having already run out of vacation days. Reaching her desk, Ava sat down. She groaned. She hated coming to work. She wanted to lay down her head down on her desk and go back to sleep. Coffee would help with that. Ava had become quite a caffeine addict, drinking at least five cups of coffee per day. It was her only pick me up.
Pressing a button, Ava booted up her computer. The loading screen appeared, and soon Ava was typing away at her mundane job. Just cause she didn’t like her job, didn’t mean she wasn’t able to do her job. Ava was quite a hard worker, and always made sure to get all the paperwork she had done. Being the new trooper, she was a glorified clerk, who did a lot of paper work. When Ava had signed up for the job, it’d been one of many she’d sent her resume to. Unfortunately, the only job that had wanted her was this one. It wasn’t what Ava wanted, but it was the job that paid her bills. And they gave her free coffee and donuts, so there was that. Ava’s eyes peered over at the box fully of yummy pastries. That bitch Carla, better not have taken her bear claw. Ava sworn if she did that Ava was going to give her a piece of her mind. Who steals the one donut that someone states aloud that it is their favorite donut? Thinking of the delicious sugary pastries made Ava’s mouth water, and her stomach growl. She stopped typing. Damn it, she was supposed to resist and not eat them today. Her diet demanded her not to be eating so much. It wasn’t like she wasn’t good looking or anything. But still, a girl had to make sure to take of her figure. And donuts at work every day was a horrible temptation that was just asking to ruin her trim body. Ava looked up and cursed the donut gods for placing her in a position where she wanted to eat the yummy treat, but was not suppose to. Ava tried to go back to work. Her fingers moved across the keyboard as she typed the report that was left over from yesterday. But her eyes went over to the pink box. She blinked and tried to focus on the screen before her. ‘Must finish this report,’ Ava thought. But her mind wondered over and thought of taking a bite out of the airy, fluffy, oh so good piece of sugary delight. God damn it! Why did she have to work in this office? It was so boring. Her job was just tons of paper work. And they gave out tons of food to make you get fatter as you sat in a chair. Why couldn’t it be health snacks? She realized that was a stupid thought. Who would eat health snacks that tasted horrible versus eating good stuff? Again, she tried to shake the thoughts away. Ava breathed and tried to focus on her work. Just focus on work. Just focus on work, she repeated again in her head. Her stomach made a growl. She slowly looked over. Ava sighed. She couldn’t take it anymore. She got up from her roller chair, and walked over to the box of temptation. ‘Carla better not have taken the bear claw. That bitch better have left it to me.’ Ava thought. She opened the pink box, and stared down into it. Her eyes scanned about. There was no bear claw. ‘That bitch!’ Ava thought. She grinded her teeth. Now, Ava was forced to take one of the other donuts.
“Hey Rook,” called out a voice.
Ava turned. A woman with hair that looked like gold approached her. ‘Jeez, what I wouldn’t give for her blonde hair,’ Ava thought. It wasn’t just Stella’s hair that Ava found beautiful. Ava was jealous of Stella’s perfect hourglass figure.
“You know my name is Ava, right?” Ava replied.
Stella shrugged her shoulders. “My bad, Rook. Oh look, donuts.” Stella picked one up and took a bite. “This is my third one. I love these things,” she said with a mouthful.
Ava glared at Stella. She didn’t know which was worse, the fact that Stella ate all the donuts she wanted, but never gained a single pound, or the fact that she knew what Ava’s name was, but still she called her Rook, which everyone knew was short for Rookie. A way to mess with her. Maybe it was a bit of the hazing ritual that people did when it came to jobs. Though, Ava found it awkward. The woman before her, Stella, was her superior. So, there wasn’t much Ava could do.
“What is it?” Ava asked.
Stella grinned. “We got a job to do.”
Ava raised her eyebrow. “What?”
Stella beckoned her over. Ava followed Stella over to her desk. Stella sat down, and opened up a file.
“You know, we have these things on the computer, right?” Ava asked.
“I like the feel of paper in hands. Besides, paper can’t get hacked,” Stella said.
Ava shook her head. “You watch way too many old cops shows, you know that? I mean, who says stuff like that anymore. It’s such a cliché stereotype. Nobody else acts that way. Just you.”
Stella laughed. “Oh, Rooks got jokes. I see. Well, if you want to be a person who gets the results I get, you gotta know how to work the system.”
Ava rolled her eyes. “You know the chief’s not happy with you not using your computer, or treating everything like it isn’t-”
“Psh, the chief loves me. She’s always going on and on about how I get stuff done. You’ve only been here what? A month or so now? How would you know anyway?” Stella responded.
Ava leaned in. “People talk, you know. A lot of people talk about you. I’m just trying to let you know.”
“It better not be Carla talking shit. I’m make sure to teach her a lesson she won’t forget.”
Ava giggled. “She is quite a-” Ava shook her head. “Do you know how many times she took my bear claw? I told everyone in the meeting how I love bear claws.”
Stella crossed her legs. Her high heel popped off and on. It dangled off her foot. “Carla loves to pull shit like that. She’s just like all bullies. You gotta teach ‘em a lesson or they walk all over you.”
“Right. I know, it’s just-” Ava stopped. She looked down at the file. “Wait, did this happen yesterday?”
Stella nodded. “Sure did. Finally starting to pay attention aren’t ya, Rook?”
“Well, you were going on about Carla, and I-”
“If I recall, it was you going on and on. Saying how I’m old school, and how people talk about me.”
“Yeah, ok. That’s fair. Let’s just get to work. The sooner we get through this the sooner it gets done. What did you need me to do?”
Stella smiled.
Chapter 2- Ava's dream
Stella pointed to the picture of a young attractive woman. “This is Harper Garcia. She was brought in yesterday on charges of robbery.”
“Robbery?” Ava asked. This seemed weird to Stella. Robbery didn’t seem pretty big when it came to the grand scheme of things. And Stella was usually only given higher end interrogations. She didn’t get the small stuff, but here she was with a file on a robber.
Stella nodded. “Yep. This little lady was caught after she failed to escape.”
“Ok? What does that have to do with us? Seems this is pretty cut and dry. Why are we getting involved? Especially with the county’s stuff. Don’t we have bigger things to deal with besides a robber.”
“Usually, you’d be right. But it seems this has become a bigger priority. I was told to head down to the county jail today, and guess who is coming along for the ride?”
Ava wasn’t sure if she liked this or not. But she knew she had no choice.
***
Moments later, Stella and Ava were in Stella’s patrol car headed down to the county jail. Ava looked over as she saw Stella take a pull of her vape pen. The drive was silent for the most part with neither of the women talking to each other. Ava still couldn’t figure out why this was getting such a high priority, and why Stella had been brought on. It was a burglar after all. It wasn’t a violent crime. And they’d already caught her. There must be plenty of other agents they could’ve asked for this.
“I still don’t get. Why are we being asked to do this?” Ava questioned.
Stella shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t even know what the burglar was trying to steal. I only got sent the person’s profile, with a request to come down to the jail and interrogate her.”
“Is that usually what happens?”
Stella shook her head. “No, it isn’t. Most of the time, I get a full report on what’s happened. They tell me what they think the person did, what evidence they have already, and other information. This is the first time that I’ve ever been asked to come down with just a person’s profile. It is a bit interesting.”
“Interesting?” Ava asked.
“Yeah, aren’t you curious to know what is happening, why we were called down there, and what this is all about? You couldn’t have joined the force and not feel even remotely a bit of wanting to solve mysteries and put the bad guy away.”
Ava sighed. “Unlike you, I don’t feel that way at all. This was just a job I landed that paid decent enough for me to live on my own. I don’t even want to this. I’d rather be doing something else.”
“Oh, really? And what’s that? Are you one of those women hoping to become a pro dom?” Stella asked.
“What? No. I don’t want to be a pro dom.”
Stella grinned. “Are you sure? You know ever since Sex work has been legalized, tons of people have gone pro. It takes a lot though. You gotta jump through plenty of hoops like classes, passing a test, and plenty of training. But it makes tons of money.”
Ava scoffed. “Yeah right, I’m not even pro dom material. I thought about it. And it does sound like fun. I mean tying up people, treating them like your bitch, and sexually teasing them even though you don’t actually do anything. But that’s not what I wanted to be.”
“And what do you want to be?” Stella asked.
“A singer.”
“A singer?” Stella repeated.
“Yeah, I want to sing. Maybe be like Taylor Swift, or someone. I always loved singing.”
“So, why didn’t you become a singer?”
Ava stared at her Stella like she was crazy. “Cause there ain’t no money in it, unless you become popular.”
“You are young. You have time to follow your dream.”
“I don’t have money. I need money right now. My family can’t support me. I have to support myself. That’s why I got a 9 to 5 job. Singing doesn’t pay the bills. And it’s a hard market to get into,” Ava said.
“Not as hard a pro doming. You have a lot of big corporations running the market, and even though most people can get through the classes and pass the test. A lot of people won’t get hired. Even if they do, it’s a lot of hours to make the money. People compared it to being a doctor.”
“Except doctors don’t make nearly as much. With everybody getting health care, doctors aren’t able to charge what they usually do.”
Stella nodded. “Its why everyone sits in long lines, and people end up dying waiting to get seen.”
Ava looked down. “At least everybody has the right to a doctor, and can get healthcare.”
Stella scoffed. “What’s the point of healthcare if you can’t get it? Or when doctors don’t even care as much. With no incentive, most people aren’t looking to the health care industry. A once booming industry which helped tons of people make money, especially those who weren’t from this county. Now it’s a sinking ship.”
Ava looked around the car.
“Don’t worry,” Stella said. “My car isn’t bugged. This is just a chat between us girls. I won’t tell if you won’t.” Stella winked.
Ava took a moment. She could see how Stella was able to gain so much attention. With a simple wink of her gorgeous green gems, she’d made Ava relieved. The secret police had been looking for people who said similar stuff. People had lost their jobs and been put into prison for saying such things which had been seen as traitorous. Ava shuddered at the thought of such things. She looked over at Stella with a sense of respect. Stella was so confident, so beautiful, and so smart. Ava wondered if the rumors about Stella were true. But she decided not to ask.
Chapter 3- The big house
The two women pulled up to the county jail. They parked and went into the small prison that housed criminal in waiting. Stella and Ava made their way down the hall to the office, where an attendant buzzed them in the secure door. Their a heavy-set man met them on the other side.
“Well, howdy. My name is Clem. How are you two lovely ladies doing today?” the man greeted as he lowered his hat. “I’m guessing you’re the Special interrogators.”
“Yes, we are I was hoping you could tell us more about her,” Stella said.
“Sure, come with me.” Clem led them to his office. “Please make yourselves at home.” He sat in a large leather chair. “I’m guessing you are the interrogation agent that was sent.”
“I am. So, tell me, Clem. Who is Harper Garcia? And why is she such a high priority?” Stella asked.
The large man looked at Stella. “As you may know, she is a supposed burglar.”
Stella nodded. “I gathered that much from the request. What I don’t know she supposedly did, and why I’m here.”
Clem held up his hand. “Ma’am I understand your confusion. But I wasn’t allowed to send the full report. I was only allowed to get you here, especially before I give you any knowledge. And I’m supposed to have your sign these.” Clem pulled out two pieces of paper and hand one to Ava and Stella.
Ava looked it over. It was a non-disclosure agreement. Why the hell was he handing them a non-disclosure agreement? What the hell was going on?
Stella raised an eyebrow. “You want us to sign this?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Clem said.
“And you won’t tell us any information until me do,” Stella said.
“That is correct.”
Stella leaned over to Ava. “What do you think?” Stella whispered.
Ava looked over at her. Was she really asking what she thought? “I think we should sign it. I don’t think we have any other choice.”
Stella nodded. “Ok, will sign them. But this better be worth it.”
“Oh, it’ll be an interesting one. I’m sure you’ll get some high praise from others if you complete this discretely,” Clem replied.
The two women sighed the papers and handed them to Clem. Clem looked them over and nodded.
“Ok, what’s going on?” Stella asked.
“As you can guess, this isn’t a simple burglary,” Clem said.
“Yeah, we figured. Are you going to tell us what’s going on or not?”
Clem nodded. “You see, this woman was part of a group. The group broke into the office of Senator Carter. Yes, that Senator Carter. We think this woman is part of a right-wing group, who is out to ruin Senator Carter. The woman and her accomplices broke into the campaign office, got into the computers, and stole some classified files.”
“So, you want me to get her to tell me where those files are?” Stella asked.
“Yes, but not just that. You see, we first need to get her to confess to doing it. We brought her in with little evidence. We do have the group on video breaking into the office. But when it comes to Ms. Garcia, we got lucky to even have caught her. You see, Ms. Garcia is part of an online forum. It is a known Republican forum, with tons of right-wing nut jobs. There was a post from a woman, who said she was the one who did it. When we arrested Ms. Garcia, we found her logged on to the site and that she was the one who made that post.”
“What led you to her though?” Stella asked.
“We have a witness who identified the car leaving the scene,” Clem said.
Stella squinted. “And I’m guessing the car happens to belong to Ms. Garcia?”
Clem nodded. “That would be correct. The car did in fact belong to Ms. Garcia. She is stating that she let her cousin borrow the car that day. But we can’t seem to find her cousin anywhere in our database. And when we searched her place, we found she was the one who made the post on the right-wing website.” Clem placed his hands on the table. “Now we’ve already interrogated Ms. Garcia, but she isn’t talking. Which is why we called you in. We need a member of the BDSM Squad to hopefully get some information out of her.”
Stella raised her hand. “Let me get this straight. You want me to get a confession out of Ms. Garcia. Then you want me to get her to tell us where the files are. Am I correct?”
Clem nodded. “And we need her to name who her accomplices are. If you can at the very least get her to confess and tell us her accomplices, that would be good. We need something.”
“Show me the video.”
Chapter 4 – The video
Stella and Ava were led into a room with some TVs. A person sat a computer.
“Show them the clip of the robbers,” Clem said.
The man nodded. In a moment he pulled up a file and opened it.
“This was taken from the camera at the campaign headquarters,” Clem said.
A room with tons of campaign posts were shown. All the of stuff had Senator Carter’s face with a slogan that read: Change America. Build a better America.
The room had a couple of people sitting on their desks working. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Sometime went by, and the man had to speed the video along. Suddenly, four masked people came into the headquarters all holding guns.
“Get on the floor and nobody gets hurt!” shouted one of the masked people.
“Hurry up and get it,” said a second one.
One of the masked members kicked the door to Senator Carter’s office. The camera angle switched to the two masked figures in the office. One sat at the computer as they started typing. The other rummaged through the room, breaking into the file cabinet and going through it. Paper and different files were being through out and onto the ground by the person. It was as if they were looking for something specific.
Stella watched closely.
After a few moments, the figure looking through the files shouted, “I got it!”
The person at the computer nodded. “Me too. Let’s get out of here.”
The two left the office making their way into the main room, and within moments the four of masked figures left the campaign headquarters.
Stella turned to Clem. “And a witness identified Ms. Garcia’s car leaving the campaign headquarters?”
Clem nodded. “Correct. We couldn’t find a single fingerprint, nor anything that gave us a clue as to who those four were. Only a witness, who happened to be walking their dog saw a vehicle matching Ms. Garcia’s and having the same last four digits on the license plate. It is what led us to her, and enabled us to make an arrest.”
Stella could see that the only thing they had was circumstantial evidence. TV shows would have you believe that wasn’t enough to convince someone of a crime. But that was incorrect. The truth was that it was enough, and it was something that had put plenty of guilty felons in jail.
“Ok, I’ll need room prepared and Ms. Garcia brought to me.”
Chapter 5 – Interrogation
Harper sat at a chair. Her hands in cuffs. She wore a white tank top and black yoga pants. It looked as if she’d been lounging around at home she’d been arrest. Stella and Ava stood in a room staring through the one-way glass at the prisoner. They looked at the woman before them. Harper Garcia was quite beautiful. She easily could’ve been a model. Ava looked from Stella to Harper. Ava couldn’t tell which she thought was better looking. Harper had darker hair, and a tan complexion compared to Stella’s paler color. Though, both had bodies that most women would kill for, and strove everyday to get. Something Ava knew all too well how much work it took to get. Not to mention Stella and Harper were blessed with bountiful breasts. Another thing Ava was a bit self-conscious about.
“Why are we just waiting here?” Ava asked.
“We want to let her stew in the other room,” Stella responded. “I want to see how she’ll reaction before I even start asking questions.”
Ava nodded. “Is that something they taught you in school?”
Stella smirked. “Maybe. Just make sure you take down all the info you can. We can’t record any of the conversation, cause Harper isn’t even supposed to be here. According to Clem, the interrogation is off the books.”
Ava wasn’t sure how she felt about that. But she was too deep to start changing her mind now. She to go through with it. Ava hoped Stella’s plan worked.
Both Stella and Ava stood there a bit longer before going into the other room.
Harper looked over at the two women as they entered.
Ava sat down and held a notepad and a pen. Using such old school instruments felt awkward, but it was part of the job.
“Are you going to let me go?” Harper asked.
“Why would we do that?” Stella asked.
“Because I didn’t do anything. I’m innocent. I already told the guy that my cousin was borrowing my car,” Harper said. She touched her face. “You aren’t going to get rough with me are you?”
Stella touched her lip. “That all depends on your answers. It seems very interesting that you just happen to let your cousin use your car on the day she commits a crime. And then she goes missing.”
“Listen, I didn’t do it. I’m innocent. Whatever my cousin did is not on me.”
Stella kept a serious look. “Do you know why you were brought in?”
“No, they just told me that car was involved in a serious crime,” Harper responded.
“Its your car. Shouldn’t you have known where it was going? Didn’t you ask your cousin?”
“No, she’s my cousin. I didn’t think she’d do something bad.”
“Where does your cousin’s name? Where does she tend to stay?”
Harper looked up. “Uh… H-her name is Gina. She s-stays in… Redrock.”
“Are you sure?”
Harper nodded. “Yeah, of course, I’m sure.”
“You didn’t seem so sure when I asked you.”
“Yeah, well I’m nervous.”
Stella leaned in. “Listen Harper. I need you tell me what is going on. If you do, I can help you get out of this. You won’t get in trouble.”
“I don’t know what’s going on. I told you that I’m innocent and my cousin did this.”
Stella sighed. “We already looked your file over. You don’t have a cousin Gina. You don’t have any cousins who live in this state. So, I suggest you tell me the truth.”
Harper’s eyes widen. “What? I don’t know what you are talking about. I have a cousin Gina. I swear I do. You have to believe me.”
Stella made a I’m not so sure face. “Harper, I need you to tell me the truth. I can make it so you don’t get jail time.”
Harper gasped. “What about due process? Don’t I get a phone call or something? The movies always show someone getting a phone call. I have rights.”
Stella shook her head. “That’s in the movies. That’s a not a real right. We don’t have to let you call anyone. In fact,” Stella got closer. “there are people here who want you in jail. They are willing to do unspeakable things to you. I’m guessing you know that BDSM is now legal punishment that can be given to criminals?”
“What? You mean that kink shit?” Harper blinked. “Are you guys going to do that to me?”
“We won’t if you tell us what we want to know.”
Harper banged on the table. “This is bullshit. You don’t have anything on me, do you? I’m betting you donut munching pigs think I’ll just squeal everything to you. Well, I’m fucking innocent. And when I get out of here, I’m going to sue your asses. They’ll defund you so fast you won’t be-”
“Shut up!” Ava stated. She glared at Harper. “We know you did it. We have it on camera. You crazy right-wing nut jobs always think you could get away with it. You’re all fucking Nazis. We know you posted on that site.”
Harper squinted. “Fuck you bitch! I didn’t do shit. The whole media is controlled by the left. Do you realize the Nazis controlled the media to? Its where we get the word propaganda. Not to mention our president, don’t get me started on that bitch. But the worse is Senator Carter, if she becomes president, it’ll be worse than it is now.”
“So, you do visit the website, and did post on there?” Stella asked.
“Yeah, I fucking did. Though, I didn’t commit the robbery. My cousin did. But I’m glad that she fucking did. I wish I would’ve been there.”
Stella sat back. She eyed Harper. “You are going to go to jail unless you tell us the truth. And we already know you are lying about your cousin. It’d be better on everyone if you just fessed up.”
“Nah, I’m not fucking saying shit. Not to you. Not to that bitch.” Harper turned to Ava. Then she looked back at Stella. “Crime has gone up and gotten worse since we elected president Davis. We have a women president, and she still lets the pay gap grow. Not shrink. Grow. Plus, the legalization of sex work has made more men and women into people who sell their bodies instead of getting a real job.”
Ava clenched her fist. “You are some kinda psycho bitch. You are lucky we don’t-”
Stella held her hand to silence Ava. “Calm down Ava.”
Harper stuck her tongue out at Ava. Her childish antic only made Ava glare at her.
Ava wanted to punch the woman in front of her. She couldn’t stand crazy people no matter which side of the spectrum they stood. She just had to keep up the act, and keep Harper feeling like she was in control. That way Stella
could get her to slip up.
“You know you are facing really big charges,” Stella said.
“I didn’t do shit. I already told this to you.” Harper looked up. “Why won’t you believe me? I didn’t break into the Senator’s office. My cousin and her friends did.” Harper froze. She realized what she said.
Stella smiled. “I didn’t say anything about breaking into the Senator’s office. Or how many people did it.”
Harper looked away.
“I suggest you tell us what you know. Make it easy on yourself.”
Harper didn’t respond.
“Fine. I guess we do it the hard way. Ava, get Ms. Garcia set up.”
Ava smiled. “Happy to.”
Chapter 6 – Cops and robbers
Before the interrogation, Stella and Ava had stood in the one-way mirror room with Clem.
“So, tell me what happened when you went to arrest her?” Stella asked.
“Well, she tried to flee out the window, but got stuck,” Clem said. “It was pretty easy to catch her. Though, I did have to stop one of the officers.”
“Stop one of the officers?” Stella asked.
“Yeah,” Clem said. “Ms. Garcia was kicking her feet about. Saying she was innocent. One of her shoes popped off. And an officer ended up tickling her foot. She was hooping and hollering like mad. She was not a happy camper when it came to the officer tickling her. I had to reprehend him. I mean ticklers are just so weak. They are the worse when it comes to true BDSM interrogators.”
Stella nodded. “Well, Clem we will need the room. I’ll let you know when we get something out of her.”
***
It took Ava quite some time to restrain Harper as she was constantly struggling. Stella jumped in to help, which wasn’t normal protocol. Though, now Harper sat with her arms held above her head and tied with a rope that went up and over a beam. Her legs were spread open. Each foot tied to the stool it sat upon, bound by the last bit of rope Ava could get from the prison’s interrogation kit. She’d asked for quite a number of things but was left less than half of what was asked. Though, Stella didn’t get mad at her. In fact, Stella said she could work with what tools Ava had brought her.
Harper didn’t sit still. “I have rights. You can’t do this! I’m an American citizen!”
Stella and Ava ignored Harper.
“Let me out of this right now! You hear me! You can’t do this!” Harper shouted.
Stella got up and circled around Harper, like a shark going around its prey.
Harper glared at Stella. “How dare you! Is this some kind of kink interrogation? Are you going to spank me?”
“You seem stressed. Why don’t we make you more comfortable?” Stella turned to Ava. “Ava, please make our guest more comfortable by removing her shoes.”
Ava nodded. She reached forward and unlaced Harper’s sneakers. She then slid the shoe off. Ava repeated the action with the other shoe.
“What the hell are you doing? Why are you removing my shoes? Leave them on! You better not steal them!” Harper said in protest.
“We won’t be taking your shoes. In fact, we plan on having a good time. Now, if you would Ava, please remove Ms. Garcia’s socks,” Stella said.
Ava nodded, and complied. She reached forward, and took off Harper’s socks to reveal her bare feet.
“I hope my feet smell bad!” Harper yelled.
“My my, you have such big feet, with such long toes,” Stella said. “They look so soft, and pretty.”
Harper gave her a disgusted look. “Are you one of those kink interrogators? Do you have some foot fetish or something? Are you going to rub my feet until I confess? I’m not going to tell you anything, you hear me. Nothing.”
Stella smiled. “Oh, I think you might open your mouth for me.” She walked over to small box. She opened it, and pulled forth a long white feather.
Harper flinched at the sight of it. “What the hell are you going to do with that?”
“Nothing, if you confess to your crime and tell me who your accomplices are.”
Harper scoffed. “I ain’t telling you a single thing. You can kiss my ass cop.”
“Is that so?” Stella said as she touched the feather to her chin.
“Damn straight. You won’t get shit out of me. I ain’t no rat.”
“So, you are confessing to doing the crime?” Stella asked.
Harper shook her head. “I’m innocent. Having different beliefs doesn’t make you a criminal. When I get out of here, I’m going to sue you and your partner over there for wrongful imprisonment. What’s happen to America? No due process. Aren’t I innocent until proven guilty?”
“Well, right now you are in a gray area. Just cause you watch tv shows, doesn’t mean you know the system. In fact, most tv shows give people the wrong idea of how the justice system works,” Stella said as she walked closer to Harper. “But enough about that. Let’s talk about you. I’ll start with the easy question. Did you or did you not break into Senator Carter’s campaign office?”
“No. Just cause I don’t like the bitch, doesn’t mean I-”
Stella slid the feather down Harper’s exposed right armpit.
Harper’s body jerked in surprise. A small chuckle escaped her lips.
“Oh, you wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?” Stella asked.
Harper glared at her. “Ticklish? I’m not ticklish.”
Stella walked around Harper. “Oh, really? So, you wouldn’t mind if I-” She skittered her nails along Harper’s bare foot. “Did this?”
Harper’s foot twitched.
“That seems to bother you? Are you sure you aren’t ticklish?” Stella asked.
Harper shook her head. “No, I’m not ticklish. Not at all.”
“I think you are,” Stella said. She swiped the feather along Harper’s left foot.
“D-don’t,” Harper replied.
“Mmmm don’t what? I thought you weren’t ticklish?” Stella asked.
“I’m not. You just surprised me is all.”
“Oh? How long do you think you can do this? Cause I have all day. In fact, I’m getting paid to do it. So,” Stella said. She moved her feather into Harper’s left armpit.
Harper pushed her lips together.
Stella brushed the feather in Harper’s smooth hollow for a moment.
Harper pulled against her bounds. She looked up. Her mouth open. Giggles flowed out of her.
Stella pulled back.
“Stop that,” Harper said.
“Stop what? Stop doing this?” Stella reached forward and tweaked Harper’s ribs.
Twitters came out of Harper’s mouth.
“Can’t handle it? Does it tickle?” Stella mocked. She stopped and went towards Harper’s foot.
“N-no. I-” Harper started to say, but was cut short when Stella’s nails run down her sole. “D-don’t heheheheahahahahahahaha! Stop please!”
“Confess to your crime,” Stella stated.
“I didn’t do anything!” Harper said through her laughter which was rising due to Stella using her nails on the sensitive skin of her foot.
Stella stopped and walked over to her armpit. She swiped her feather in the smooth crevasse.
Harper broke out into full laughter. First from the simple strokes of the Stella’s plume, then she went even more berserk when Stella ran her nails in her armpit.
Stella teased Harper. She’d pull back and give Harper a second to calm down, before lunging forward and going all out. Sometimes she’d simply stroke the feather, other times she used her deadly fingers. Stella’s switching tactics were used to make it hard for Harper to contain herself or to adapt to the sensations.
“Stop! Please!” Harper pleaded.
“Is my widdle criminal too ticklish? She’s been a vwery bwad girl. And bwad girls get tickled. Yes, they do. Tickle tickle. Cootchie cootchie coo,” Stella teased using a baby voice.
Harper twisted in her bonds as she tried to block out the powerful stimulation coursing through her body. She threw her head back as more laughter came out. "Not the baby voice!"
Ava stared as Stella continue to work Harper over. She stared at Stella who had a big grin on her face. Ava wondered if she was enjoying this. It looked like she was having a lot of fun. Most people didn’t think of ticklers as being very good interrogators, but Harper was in hysterics at the hands of Stella, who Ava thought seemed like a fierce tickler. She didn’t think Harper would last very long. She was already begging for Stella to stop. This tactic seemed much stronger than the rumors said it was. According to others at the office, ticklers were the least likely to get information or deal a hardcore torturous blow. But yet here it was a technique that didn’t hurt the person at all. Yet caused extreme feelings of comfortability. Ava had been tickled as a girl, and found it very awkward. But she never thought it could be used so skillfully, and so much like a weapon. It seemed appearances were deceiving. That and not everyone really knew as much as they claimed.
Harper hopped in her seat as she shrugged. Her head shook from side to side her hair flying every which way.
“Naughty, naughty little thief. I’m going to tickle you all night. That’s right. You’ve been a bad little girl, and I’m going to punish you for.”
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” Harper screamed.
“God can’t save you,” Stella said. “Only I can. Confess your crimes thief.”
“I won’t!” Harper responded.
“Very well. Then I’ll keep tickling,” Stella said. She flicked the feather inside of Harper’s armpit for a bit reaching forward and pinching Harper’s side.
Harper reacted by laughing even more.
Stella stopped and moved down to her feet. “Which foot is more ticklish? The left?” Stella ran her nails down the left sole. “Or the right?” She stroked her plume up Harper’s foot.
Harper continued to cascade further and further into a hysterical abyss.
“Do you want to confess to your crime now?” Stella asked.
“Give me a break!” Harper called out. “Please give me a break!”
“I will if you confess that you broke into the Senator’s office,” Stella replied.
“Ok! Ok! I did it! I broke into the Senator’s office! There, I said it! Now give me a break!” Harper exclaimed.
Stella stopped.
Harper panted as if she hadn’t taken a breath in days.
“Tell me, who are you accomplices?”
Harper shook her head. “I’m no rat.”
Stella smiled. “Guess your breaks over then.”
Harper gave a fearful look.
Stella’s fingers skittered on Harper’s sole. From the bottom, they made their way up to the arch where they sped up the attack.
“Nooohohohoho! Not my feet! Not my feet! Wahahahahahahahahahaha!” Harper shrieked.
Stella looked over at Ava. “Hey Rook, mind giving me a hand, or two over here?”
Ava blinked. Was Stella asking her to join in? It took a moment, but Ava got up and walked over to Harper’s unprotected armpits.
“No! No! Stay away from me you bitch!” Harper said.
Ava glared at Harper. “Bitch, huh?” Ava stuck her nails into the woman’s armpits and furiously started tickling.
A new wave of laughter rose out of Harper’s mouth. She struggled a bit more. It was obvious that she wanted to pull her arms down to protect her vulnerable areas, but was unable to.
Stella watched as Ava got more and more into the moment. She smiled, and went back to Harper’s feet. They may not have had many tools, but it seems the natural ones were doing a great job.
Harper squealed. She snorted a couple of times. Her toes wiggled like crazy. She scrunched them up to try and protect them, but Stella’s nails somehow found their way in. Harper tried moving her body, which looked like a funny dance to both of her interrogators. She flexed her feet.
“This is cruel and unusual punishment! You can’t do this!” Harper cackled.
“And who is going to stop us? We are the police,” Stella said.
“Please stop! Hahahahahahahahaha! It tickles! It tickles!”
“Does it tickle?” Stella asked.
“Yes! Hahahahahahahaha! It tickles soooo bad!”
“Do you want us to stop?” Stella queried.
“Please! You have too! Hahahahahahahaha! This is wrong! I can’t breathe!” Harper responded.
“Not until you tell us the names of your accomplices,” Ava said.
Stella looked up at Ava. Ava looked at Stella. Their eyes met and there was no need for words. It was obvious the two were on the same wavelength of getting what they want and how to do it. Unfortunately for Harper, that met they were going to tickle her until she broke down. And they were going to break her.
Ava continued to scratch her nails in Harpers pits. Every so often to leapt down and poked at her sides. Stella was still working over Harper’s soles. She ran her fingers up the arch, before coming back down to the heel.
“I think those toes need want some action. Yes, I think I’m going to tickle your toes,” Stella said.
“No! Don’t do it! Not my toes! Not my toes! Anywhere but that!”
Stella grinned. She slid her feather in between Harpers big toe and index toe. She then proceeded to run her nails along the pads of the others.
Harper went ballistic. She shook her head from side to side. Tears formed in her eyes. Her laughter went to the highest it had been the whole interrogation.
“Oh, please not there! Please stop! Not there! Not there!”
“For a thief, you have some ticklish toes. I could tickle them all day. In fact, I might.” Stella threatened.
“Get away from my toes! Get that feather out! Get it out!” Harper screamed with laughter.
Stella pushed her fingers in between Harper’s toes. She teased them over and over.
Harper thought she was going to die from all the tickling. She’d never been tickled this bad before in her life. It was overwhelming. It was taking over her mind and making her go insane.
Ava was really getting into it. She enjoyed making Harper scream her head off. She had never been into the whole kink thing, but for some reason she was really enjoying the way she could tickle this woman. How much she was in control, and how amazing it felt to humiliate Harper through such a childish thing. Her eyes got more engrossed like a starving animal feeling getting to eat. She wanted to teach this woman a lesson. One that she’d never forget.
“Tell us what we want to know!” Ava exclaimed.
“I’m not rat!” Harper responded. “I won’t tell you!”
“Talk, or we keep tickling,” Stella pushed.
Harper shut her eyes. She tried to block out the sensations. But it was too strong. She’d held out as long as she could. But she was broken. She was at the mercy of her interrogations. “No please! I’m ticklish! I’m so ticklish! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah! Please stop tickling me! Hehehehehahahahahahahha! This is torture! Hahahahahahahahahaha!” Harper didn’t want to say, but she’d been beaten. The words were hard for her to say. But she had to get them to stop. “I-I give up! Hahahahahha! Y-you win! I can’t take anymore! Hahahahahahahaha! Oh god, please stop! Hahahahaha! Please! Hahahahaha! I’ll do anything! Hahahahaha! Stop tickling!”
“Aw, you can’t take it anymore. Are you going to tell us what we want to know? Are you going to tell us the names of your accomplices?” Stella asked.
“Yeehehehes! Yes! I’ll tell you everything! Hahahahahahaha! Just stop tickling me!”
Stella nodded to Ava, and both of them stopped. Stella leaned in. “Start talking, or we go back to tickling.” She wiggled her fingers near Harpers foot in order to add to her threat.
Harper was trying to catch her breath. She shook her head. “No. No more. I’ll tell you their names. I’ll tell you everything I know.”
***
Stella and Ava left the interrogation room.
“What do you think? Do you think she’s lying?” Ava asked. “Maybe she fed us the wrong info.”
Stella shook her head. “No. She was a rather easy nut to crack because of how ticklish she was. It is more normal than you would think.”
Ava wanted to ask how she knew, but before she could say anything, Stella continued.
“Anyway, we have what we came for. It is time we filed our report,” Stella said.
“That’s it. Is this the end of the case?” Ava asked.
Stella smiled. “No, I don’t think it is.”
