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Part 1 can be found here:
Detective Olivia Bensons ordeal with serial tickler Laura continues.
Olivia's mind raced as Laura's nails continued their torturous dance across her ribs and underarms. The detective had faced many monsters in her career, but none had gotten under her skin quite like this. She knew that she had to find a way to turn the tables, to regain some semblance of control. Her eyes searched the room, looking for anything that could help her escape.
Laura noticed Olivia's eyes darting around and took it as a sign of fear. "Looking for a way out?" she taunted, her grip tightening on Olivia's hair. "You won't find one, my dear. You're all mine now." With a wicked grin, Laura reached into her pocket and pulled out a black, silk blindfold. She leaned in close, her breath warm against Olivia's ear. "Let's make this more interesting," she whispered, her voice dripping with malice.
Olivia's heart pounded as Laura secured the blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. The loss of sight heightened her other senses, making her more aware of every sound and sensation. Laura's footsteps echoed in the room as she moved to the corner, where Olivia could hear the metallic clink of something being picked up. "I think it's time we try something new," Laura said, her tone ominous.
Laura cuffed Olivia's wrists to chains that hung from the ceiling that were attached to a crank system. After Olivia's wrists were secured to the chain system, Laura cut the ropes tying them behind her back, and began cranking the chains towards the ceiling so Olivia was now seated with her arms securely above her head, exposing her long fit torso to the crazed tickle sadist.
"Looks like we're going to have a little more fun now," Laura murmured, her voice thick with anticipation as she trailed her fingertips along Olivia's elbow pits, the soft, tender skin quivering at her touch. "You know, Olivia, you're quite the specimen. Your body is so responsive, so...ticklish."
Olivia's breath grew ragged as Laura's fingernails grazed the sensitive skin, sending a wave of goosebumps down her arms. She knew she couldn't give Laura the reaction she craved, so she clamped down on the gag, her teeth sinking into the rubber as she fought the urge to scream. Laura's chuckle was cold, sending a shiver down her spine. "I've been waiting for this," Laura whispered, her breath hot on Olivia's neck. "The moment I could really explore your delicious reactions."
Her fingertips danced down Olivia's arms, tracing the muscles that flexed and tightened under the fabric of her t-shirt. Laura took her time, her nails barely touching the skin, building the tension like a crescendo in a symphony. Olivia felt her heart racing, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath she took. Laura reached her armpits and paused, her gloved fingers lingering just above the fabric. "Such a delicate spot," she mused.
Laura's fingers dug into the soft flesh of Olivia's armpits. The detective's body jolted, her eyes flying open in ticklish shock. Laura's grip was just the right pressure to elicit the worst tickling sensation, her fingertips kneading the sensitive area with an expertise that Olivia had heard about in the reports of Laura's victims. The tickling was intense and deep. It travelled through the fabric of her shirt and into her very soul.
Olivia's muffled cries of protest filled the room, her body squirming and writhing in the chair. Laura's eyes gleamed with a twisted delight as she watched Olivia's desperate attempts to escape. The sight of the usually unflappable detective reduced to a squirming, laughing mess was a heady power trip. Laura's laughter grew louder, her movements more erratic as she reveled in her control.
The sound of Olivia's laughter grew higher pitched and more frantic as Laura's nails continued to dig into her armpits. Her body thrashed against the ropes, the chair groaning with the strain. Laura leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving Olivia's face, watching the battle of wills play out in the detective's expression. "You can't hold out forever," Laura whispered, her voice a sweet, deadly promise. "You're going to beg me to stop."
Olivia's muffled laughs grew more desperate, her body trembling with the effort to keep the sounds contained. Laura's fingers moved to her ribs again, the pressure increasing until it was almost unbearable. The detective's eyes watered, and she could feel her resolve slipping away with each new wave of tickling. Laura's voice grew softer, more intimate. "Tell me, Olivia," she whispered, her nails tracing circles around the detective's navel. "What's your breaking point?"
Olivia bit down hard on the gag, her eyes squeezed shut. Laura's touch was like a thousand ants marching across her skin. She knew that giving in would only make things worse, so she gritted her teeth and held on to her dignity with everything she had. Laura's fingertips moved closer to the center of her belly, the anticipation building.
"Mm, you're so strong," Laura murmured, her voice a dark caress. "But everyone has a limit." She traced the edge of Olivia's navel, her nails lightly grazing the sensitive skin. The detective's body jerked, but she remained silent, her eyes still clenched shut. Laura's smile grew wider as she watched Olivia's stomach muscles quiver, the tension in her body palpable.
With a sudden, surprising move, Laura dipped her finger into Olivia's bellybutton and just held it still. The detective's breath hitched, and her eyes flew open, staring at Laura in disbelief. The room grew quiet except for the sound of Laura's soft, taunting giggle and Olivia's muffled attempts to breathe through the gag. The anticipation was unbearable, the tickle predator holding her prisoner with a single, unmoving digit.
"You know, Olivia," Laura began, her voice a seductive purr, "each of my previous...guests had a unique way of responding to this particular spot." She floated her index finger in Olivia's navel without actually touching the skin, the feather-like touch maddeningly close to the tickle zone. "The nurse, she could only laugh and scream, her whole body shaking uncontrollably." Laura's eyes took on a faraway look, lost in the memory of her past conquests. "The student, she begged me to stop, her voice so sweet and desperate."
Her eyes refocused on Olivia, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "But the teacher," she continued, "she was the most entertaining. She tried to bargain with me, offering anything she thought I might want just for the tickling to end. But it's not about bargaining, is it?" Laura leaned in closer, her breath tickling the edge of Olivia's ear. "It's about the thrill of watching someone squirm, watching the power shift from them to me."
Olivia felt a bead of sweat roll down her temple, her body on the brink of giving in. Laura noticed her discomfort and leaned back, her finger still sitting still inside the detective's navel. "So, Olivia," she said, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge, "what's it going to be? Will you delete my file and save yourself this torture?"
Olivia knew she couldn't give in. Laura was a monster who thrived on the suffering of others. With every ounce of strength she had left, she managed to shake her head, the gag bobbing side to side. Laura's smile grew cold, her eyes dark with anger. "Very well," she said, her tone flat. "You leave me no choice."
Without warning, Laura's finger began to wiggle inside Olivia's navel. The sensation was strange, almost alien, and Olivia's body reacted instinctively. She bucked and twisted, trying to throw Laura off balance, but the woman was too strong, too prepared. Laura's nails grazed the sensitive inner walls of her belly button. Her laughter was forced from her, her body's involuntary response to the deep, intense tickling.
Laura leaned in, her eyes shimmering with victory. "You see, Olivia," she murmured, her voice a low, taunting whisper. "You're just like the others. Soon, you'll be begging for it to stop."
Olivia's body was a storm of sensation, her stomach muscles contracting and releasing with each twitch of Laura's finger. The gag in her mouth was soaked with saliva now, her muffled laughs growing louder and more frantic. The chair creaked and groaned beneath her, a testament to her desperate struggle. Yet Laura's grip remained unyielding, her finger an unrelenting source of torment...
Detective Olivia Bensons ordeal with serial tickler Laura continues.
Olivia's mind raced as Laura's nails continued their torturous dance across her ribs and underarms. The detective had faced many monsters in her career, but none had gotten under her skin quite like this. She knew that she had to find a way to turn the tables, to regain some semblance of control. Her eyes searched the room, looking for anything that could help her escape.
Laura noticed Olivia's eyes darting around and took it as a sign of fear. "Looking for a way out?" she taunted, her grip tightening on Olivia's hair. "You won't find one, my dear. You're all mine now." With a wicked grin, Laura reached into her pocket and pulled out a black, silk blindfold. She leaned in close, her breath warm against Olivia's ear. "Let's make this more interesting," she whispered, her voice dripping with malice.
Olivia's heart pounded as Laura secured the blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. The loss of sight heightened her other senses, making her more aware of every sound and sensation. Laura's footsteps echoed in the room as she moved to the corner, where Olivia could hear the metallic clink of something being picked up. "I think it's time we try something new," Laura said, her tone ominous.
Laura cuffed Olivia's wrists to chains that hung from the ceiling that were attached to a crank system. After Olivia's wrists were secured to the chain system, Laura cut the ropes tying them behind her back, and began cranking the chains towards the ceiling so Olivia was now seated with her arms securely above her head, exposing her long fit torso to the crazed tickle sadist.
"Looks like we're going to have a little more fun now," Laura murmured, her voice thick with anticipation as she trailed her fingertips along Olivia's elbow pits, the soft, tender skin quivering at her touch. "You know, Olivia, you're quite the specimen. Your body is so responsive, so...ticklish."
Olivia's breath grew ragged as Laura's fingernails grazed the sensitive skin, sending a wave of goosebumps down her arms. She knew she couldn't give Laura the reaction she craved, so she clamped down on the gag, her teeth sinking into the rubber as she fought the urge to scream. Laura's chuckle was cold, sending a shiver down her spine. "I've been waiting for this," Laura whispered, her breath hot on Olivia's neck. "The moment I could really explore your delicious reactions."
Her fingertips danced down Olivia's arms, tracing the muscles that flexed and tightened under the fabric of her t-shirt. Laura took her time, her nails barely touching the skin, building the tension like a crescendo in a symphony. Olivia felt her heart racing, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath she took. Laura reached her armpits and paused, her gloved fingers lingering just above the fabric. "Such a delicate spot," she mused.
Laura's fingers dug into the soft flesh of Olivia's armpits. The detective's body jolted, her eyes flying open in ticklish shock. Laura's grip was just the right pressure to elicit the worst tickling sensation, her fingertips kneading the sensitive area with an expertise that Olivia had heard about in the reports of Laura's victims. The tickling was intense and deep. It travelled through the fabric of her shirt and into her very soul.
Olivia's muffled cries of protest filled the room, her body squirming and writhing in the chair. Laura's eyes gleamed with a twisted delight as she watched Olivia's desperate attempts to escape. The sight of the usually unflappable detective reduced to a squirming, laughing mess was a heady power trip. Laura's laughter grew louder, her movements more erratic as she reveled in her control.
The sound of Olivia's laughter grew higher pitched and more frantic as Laura's nails continued to dig into her armpits. Her body thrashed against the ropes, the chair groaning with the strain. Laura leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving Olivia's face, watching the battle of wills play out in the detective's expression. "You can't hold out forever," Laura whispered, her voice a sweet, deadly promise. "You're going to beg me to stop."
Olivia's muffled laughs grew more desperate, her body trembling with the effort to keep the sounds contained. Laura's fingers moved to her ribs again, the pressure increasing until it was almost unbearable. The detective's eyes watered, and she could feel her resolve slipping away with each new wave of tickling. Laura's voice grew softer, more intimate. "Tell me, Olivia," she whispered, her nails tracing circles around the detective's navel. "What's your breaking point?"
Olivia bit down hard on the gag, her eyes squeezed shut. Laura's touch was like a thousand ants marching across her skin. She knew that giving in would only make things worse, so she gritted her teeth and held on to her dignity with everything she had. Laura's fingertips moved closer to the center of her belly, the anticipation building.
"Mm, you're so strong," Laura murmured, her voice a dark caress. "But everyone has a limit." She traced the edge of Olivia's navel, her nails lightly grazing the sensitive skin. The detective's body jerked, but she remained silent, her eyes still clenched shut. Laura's smile grew wider as she watched Olivia's stomach muscles quiver, the tension in her body palpable.
With a sudden, surprising move, Laura dipped her finger into Olivia's bellybutton and just held it still. The detective's breath hitched, and her eyes flew open, staring at Laura in disbelief. The room grew quiet except for the sound of Laura's soft, taunting giggle and Olivia's muffled attempts to breathe through the gag. The anticipation was unbearable, the tickle predator holding her prisoner with a single, unmoving digit.
"You know, Olivia," Laura began, her voice a seductive purr, "each of my previous...guests had a unique way of responding to this particular spot." She floated her index finger in Olivia's navel without actually touching the skin, the feather-like touch maddeningly close to the tickle zone. "The nurse, she could only laugh and scream, her whole body shaking uncontrollably." Laura's eyes took on a faraway look, lost in the memory of her past conquests. "The student, she begged me to stop, her voice so sweet and desperate."
Her eyes refocused on Olivia, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "But the teacher," she continued, "she was the most entertaining. She tried to bargain with me, offering anything she thought I might want just for the tickling to end. But it's not about bargaining, is it?" Laura leaned in closer, her breath tickling the edge of Olivia's ear. "It's about the thrill of watching someone squirm, watching the power shift from them to me."
Olivia felt a bead of sweat roll down her temple, her body on the brink of giving in. Laura noticed her discomfort and leaned back, her finger still sitting still inside the detective's navel. "So, Olivia," she said, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge, "what's it going to be? Will you delete my file and save yourself this torture?"
Olivia knew she couldn't give in. Laura was a monster who thrived on the suffering of others. With every ounce of strength she had left, she managed to shake her head, the gag bobbing side to side. Laura's smile grew cold, her eyes dark with anger. "Very well," she said, her tone flat. "You leave me no choice."
Without warning, Laura's finger began to wiggle inside Olivia's navel. The sensation was strange, almost alien, and Olivia's body reacted instinctively. She bucked and twisted, trying to throw Laura off balance, but the woman was too strong, too prepared. Laura's nails grazed the sensitive inner walls of her belly button. Her laughter was forced from her, her body's involuntary response to the deep, intense tickling.
Laura leaned in, her eyes shimmering with victory. "You see, Olivia," she murmured, her voice a low, taunting whisper. "You're just like the others. Soon, you'll be begging for it to stop."
Olivia's body was a storm of sensation, her stomach muscles contracting and releasing with each twitch of Laura's finger. The gag in her mouth was soaked with saliva now, her muffled laughs growing louder and more frantic. The chair creaked and groaned beneath her, a testament to her desperate struggle. Yet Laura's grip remained unyielding, her finger an unrelenting source of torment...
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This is a fine series. 
