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Lina adjusted the strap of her carry-on and stepped forward in the slow, shuffling line at Changi Airport, the cool, polished floor reflecting her steady pace. Even after nearly twenty hours of travel, she carried herself with quiet poise, though the dull ache in her feet pulsed with every step, a reminder of cramped cabins and endless corridors. She shifted her weight subtly inside her white sneakers, trying to ease the soreness without drawing attention.
Her dark hair, loosely gathered at the nape of her neck, had begun to slip free in soft strands, framing a face that was both striking and composed—clear, observant eyes, high cheekbones, and a natural ease that made strangers lower their guard without quite realizing why.
Her outfit matched that quiet practicality: fitted athletic leggings, a light, breathable top, and a zip-up jacket tied loosely at her waist. Nothing about her appearance was extravagant, yet everything seemed intentional, as though she understood exactly how to move through the world without friction.
When it was her turn, she handed over her passport with a polite nod, slender fingers steady despite the fatigue humming beneath her skin.
The officer barely glanced at her before his expression hardened. His eyes lingered—not admiring, not even curious. Assessing. Measuring. He closed the passport without stamping it.
“Miss. Step aside.”
A flicker of confusion crossed Lina’s face, gone as quickly as it came. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice calm, almost disarming.
He didn’t answer. Another officer appeared at her side, already waiting. “This way.”
Lina hesitated for the briefest moment, then followed, her sore feet protesting softly inside her shoes as they moved away from the crowd, down a corridor that felt too quiet.
Lina's heart began to race. This had never happened to her before. There must be some mistake! What is going on? Her mind raced furiously.
The room they led her toward had no windows. Guards ushered her in. One particularly short guard inserted a key, and turned it with a final, deliberate click.
The room was colder than the corridor, sterile in a way that made Lina’s skin prickle. At its center stood a large, padded table, ordained with thick leather straps.
She stopped just inside the doorway. “What is this?” she asked, her voice still controlled, though thinner now.
No one answered directly. The harsh-looking officer nodded once to the others.
“Standard procedure,” one of them said flatly.
Before Lina could respond, they guided her forward. Not roughly, but with firm, practiced efficiency. Her carry-on was taken from her shoulder. She felt a flicker of resistance rise in her chest, but it faltered under the weight of uncertainty.
“Please lie down,” the officer instructed.
“This seems unnecessary,” she said, more sharply now.
“Lie down.”
The finality in his tone left little room for argument. Slowly, reluctantly, Lina lowered herself onto the padded surface, the material cool against her back. Her sore feet barely had time to register relief before one guard secured her wrist, then the other. Straps followed at her ankles, fastening over her white sneakers, pinning her in place.
Her breathing quickened.
“This isn’t routine,” she said, unable to keep the edge from her voice now.
No one corrected her.
The harsh-looking officer stepped closer, holding a clear evidence bag between gloved fingers. Inside was a tightly wrapped bundle, opaque and unmistakably deliberate.
“We found this in your carry-on,” he said, his voice even, almost detached.
Lina’s eyes fixed on it, confusion flashing into something sharper. “That’s not mine.”
“It was in your bag,” he repeated, as if that settled the matter. “You arrived alone. You packed it yourself, yes?”
“Yes, but” She stopped, the words tangling. “I’ve never seen that before.”
The officer studied her for a long moment, then set the bag down on a nearby metal tray with a soft, final clink.
“You understand where you are,” he said. “The consequences here are… severe.”
A pause.
“But this does not have to end badly for you.”
Lina swallowed, her pulse loud in her ears.
“Tell us who you are delivering this to,” he continued. “A name. A contact. Cooperate, and we can make this go away. You walk out of here.”
Her brow tightened. “I’m not delivering anything. I don’t know what that is.”
The officer’s expression didn’t change.
“That answer will not help you.”
---
The door opened again with a soft mechanical hiss.
A new figure stepped inside.
She wore the same uniform as the others, but carried herself differentl. Her hair was tied tightly back, not a strand out of place, and her expression held none of the earlier officer’s blunt hardness. Instead, it was controlled, measured, almost calm in a way that felt more unsettling than anger.
“This will be handled by me,” she said simply.
The other officers stepped aside without protest.
She approached the table slowly, scanning Lina. Her eyes slowly scanned, top to bottom, lingering her gaze on Lina's white sneakers, protruding off the bottom end of the table.
“I am Officer Tan Wei Ling,” she said, her voice even and clear, carrying a Singaporean accent softened by years of formal training. “You can address me as Officer Tan.”
Lina met her eyes. “I didn’t bring anything illegal into this country.”
A faint pause followed, not quite disbelief, not quite acceptance.
Officer Tan nodded once, as if noting the statement rather than reacting to it.
“That is what we will determine,” she replied.
She placed a slim file folder on a nearby surface and opened it with controlled precision. “Right now, your situation is simple. We have intercepted contraband linked to your baggage. Your cooperation will determine how this proceeds.”
Her gaze returned to Lina, steady and unwavering.
“Let us begin from the start."
She perched herself at Lina's left foot, and untied her sneaker. She slowly removed it, from the heel upward.
"My dear, I feel it is important to inform you at to the seriousness of your predicament. I have been trained in 500 forms of interrogation. I have studied more about the nervous system than even your country's best doctors. While you are on that table, you are mine."
She leaned her face closer to Lina's socked foot.
"I have studied a thousand years of literature on how to make young women like you tell your deepest secrets."
She slipped two fingers along Lina's calf, running down to her heel, hooking her sock. With a swift motion, she whisked the sock away, revealing a beautiful, pedicured bare foot. She inspected Lina's soft, plump toes, adorned by fresh nail polish.
Instinctively, Lina curled her toes in fear. What will this mad woman do to me? she wondered
"Did you know the sole of the human foot has more than 200,000 nerve endings? I have mapped them all. Allow me to show you a taste of what this means"
She placed the tip of her index finger on the arch of Lina's naked foot. Lina gasped involuntarily.
"Ah my dear, you wouldn't be ticklish, now would you?" the interrogator taunted.
The finger slowly traced the contours of Lina's naked sole. It glided down, around her round, firm heel, and up the outside. It traced the side of her foot, and then along the ball and towards the centre line.
Lina tried fruitlessly to stifle an involuntary urge to laugh. Muffled giggles escaped her lips as her eyes squeezed shut. She tried desperately to pull away, but the leather straps held her body firmly in place.
The interrogator continued.
"You are mine now, Lina. I can make you feel whatever I want you to feel. I can cause you terrible pain."
As if to make the point, she suddenly stopped her tracing, and drove her knuckle directly in the centre of the ball of her foot. It felt like getting hit with a baseball bat. Lina cried out in surprised pain.
But as quickly as it started, the pressure was released, and the interrogator went back to tickle-tracing.
"I can also cause you unendurable pleasure."
To Lina's shock, the interrogator placed her face right against the sole of her foot - and began licking! She firmly planted her wet tongue on the bottom of Lina's heel, and licked forcefully from the heel and up the instep. When she reached the toes of her foot, the interrogator began inserting her tongue between her toes one by one, licking and slurping.
This time, the sensations baffled Lina. Each lick of a toe felt like a lick of her - now glistening - pussy. Waves of pleasure shot from her feet to her womanhood. She moaned slightly as the interrogator took her big toe into her mouth and began sucking, as if giving a blowjob to her foot.
Lina's moans became louder, as the foot worship took her, incredibly, towards a near-certain orgasm. But just before Lina crossed the threshold, the sucking abruptly stopped - only to be replaced with the same maddening gentle tickles from before.
"But for now" she continued "I want you to experience only one thing. 挠痒痒折磨. Or as you would say in your crude tongue... the Tickle Torture."
Lina's eyes grew wide, and she pleaded to be let go. "I know nothing I didn't pack any drugs, I'm just a backpacker. Please just heehee let me go!"
A sinister, sensual grin spread across the officer's face.
"I'm sure we will discover many truths, after an intensive study of your beautiful soles. Coochy coochy, my dear"
The tickling was more intensive now. Officer Tan produced a large, stiff turkey feather, and firmly but gently stroked the sole of her foot. Up, and down. Up, and down. She traced small circles on the smooth skin of Lina's bare foot, which was now twitching and convulsing to escape the sensation. She scrunched her pretty toes, wrinkling her soles, but to no avail - the feather continued its work.
Her muffled giggles became audible cackles and she twisted fruitlessly against her bonds. In between bouts of laughter she demanded to be let go, cursing the officer who was thoroughly lost in the intoxicating presence of her victim.
"My dear" she said, in a mocking tone. "you seem amused by my techniques. Perhaps it's time to see how ticklish your other foot is?"
She removed Lina's other shoe and sock, inhaling deeply the sensual aroma created by 20 hours of continous wear.
She repeated the process - one feather per foot, slowly and agonizingly finding every ticklish spot on her soles. After what felt to Lina like an eternity, Officer Tan inserted the feathers between Lina's bare toes, and paused.
"What you just expeirenced was a level one torture session. There are three levels. If you do not wish to experience level 2, I encourage you to talk"
Lina was sweating profusely by now. "Please, just let me go. I don't know anything" she insisted.
"Then perhaps more tickles shall jog our memory" said Officer Tan.
She barked orders at the other guards, and they produced a pair of safety scissors. They cut Lina's top from her body, leaving her bare breasts heaving in the cool air of the interrogation room. Her small nipples were painfully erect.
"For this technique, I will need some assistance" said the interrogator. She produced two small white round devices, and strapped one to the sole of each of Lina's bare feet.
"These devices are designed by the most sophisticated Roboticists in Shanghai. I configured them myself. They are artificial intelligence-powered tickle robots, designed to exploit every weakness of their victims. I will use them to torture your feet, as I apply an ancient technique to your nipples and armpits that will drive you to pure madness. You will beg me to talk" she taunted.
She switched on both of the tickle devices. Lina's mild giggles turned into peels of shrieking belly laughter. The sensations emanating from the soles of her feet were indescribable - like lighting bolts that never stopped. Try as she might, nothing she could do would dislodge the infernal robots which had been firmly strapped on.
Officer Tan positioned herself at the top of the table, and placed the tip of each feather on each of Lina's pert nipples. She began a gentle see-sawing motion across each nipple, rotating slightly with each saw.
Lina's laughs became guffaws. Her screams became shrieks and moans mixed in one. She pulled, twisted, and tried everything to escape, but every move just exposed her body further to the incessant tickles. Her entire existance was defined by the stroke of each feather, and the buzz of the robots she could not dislodge from her writing soles.
Suddenly, Officer Tan placed the feathers down and took one of Lina's nipples deeply into her mouth. Her tongue flicked and stimulated the rock hard nipple, while her now-free hands dug into Lina's tight, outstretched armpits. She dug deep with her thumbs, twanging Lina's nervous system as if she was playing a bass guitar.
Lina's vision began to blur as tears streamed down her face. It was too much. She couldn't take it. The tickle torture was driving her to utter madness.
And to her utter humiliation, she was becoming increasingly wet. Somehow, the torture was also arousing her. She soaked right through her pants.
After an eternity, Officer Tan paused her oral torture, and switched off the robots on Lina's feet. Lina panted for breath, and Officer Tan brushed the hair out of her face, almost gingerly.
"My dear, let's stop here. I don't think you can take Level 3. Just tell me about the drugs, and we can put all this behind us."
Linas face was flushed. "Officer... pant I really don't know anything... please just let me go."
Officer Tan looked Lina directly in the eye. "Then you will suffer greatly, my dear."
Before Lina could object, the officer blindfolded her, and stuffed a gag in her mouth. Guards came back to slice off Lina's pants and underwear, leaving her stark naked, spread-eagle, on the tickle torture table.
Lina couldn't see what happened next. But she could feel it. The robots were switched on once again. Additional ones were taped to her armpits, torturing her futher. Some sort of suction device was attached to her nipples, driving her insane. And now, what felt like a feather duster danced over her bare, dripping pussy. She was brought to the very edge of orgasm, but never allowed to cross.
But just when Lina thought she would truly lose her mind, something else happened. Something new. She could feel the tip of a very small brush tracing slowly up her neck. It glided along her hairline, dragging with it an electric sensation of tickles.
Oh fuck. No. She thought. It can't be. How would she know?
The brush found her jawline, and started tracing around in small circles.
Officer Tan leaned right up to Lina's ear, whispering: "I know where you're ticklish, Lina."
Chills ran down Lina's spine, as she anticipated what was coming next.
"Say it, Lina. Tell me where you're ticklish."
Officer Tan removed the gag, and paused the torture to allow Lina to respond.
Lina whimpered. "In the ear."
Suddenly, the officer resumed all the tickle torture, and inserted the small brush into Lina's ear, tracing tiny circles and dancing in and out of her ear canal.
It was unendurable. It was indescribable. Lina screamed into the gag. Her blindfold soaked thick with tears. The brush went to her other ear, repeating the process. It was pure, unfettered tickle torture.
Finally, she yelled into the gag. MFGH. MFUGHFUH ALAK. LKATLK
The gag was removed, and the tickling paused once again. "Speak now Lina, or I won't stop for another hour no matter what you say."
"Ok pant - I'll give you a name..." She struggled to think. Who did she know in Singapore? There was the guy at the bar she had sex with the other night... what was his name? Nah, she'd never believe that. What about the bartender at the hotel? Beautiful redhead from somewhere in Canada - Vancouver maybe? Yes, I'll try that.
"I got the drugs from Sienna Locke... She's the bartender at the Hilton. I got it from her. Now let me go!" Lina demanded
The officer smiled and nodded at her assistant, who scurried off. "Very good Lina. Now we shall wait for my lieutenant to go fetch Sienna. I'm sure she and I will have some laughs."
"Pant will you let me go now?" Lina asked, hopefully.
"Yes my dear, a deal is a deal. But first, I think your body deserves a reward for your cooperation."
Officer Tan lowered her face to Lina's drenched pussy. Suddenly, all the tickle robots turned back on, sending Lina back into hysterics. But this time, something else was added too - the officer's firm tongue pressed against her clit. Slowly, the tickle sensations transitioned, and Lina began to transition from screaming laughter, to out-of-control moaning. The waves of tickle-lightning turned into a building cascade of erotic energy. Her whole body began to glow from the overstimulation. Over the course of what may have been centuries, Officer Tan was turning all the sensations of torture into sensations of overwhelming pleasure.
When the wave crashed, it had become a tsunami. Her body was racked by torturous orgasm, and she let out a deep, earthy scream like nothing she had never done before. After what seemed like ages, the wave subsided, but then the office placed a bullet vibrator directly against the base of her clit. A series of rapid orgasms followed, like fireworks on the fourth of july. Did she come twenty times? Thirty? She lost count. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed over her, until eventually she passed out into merciful sleep.
---
Eventually, Lina regained consciousness. She blinked, to try to ascertian where she was. She was in a different room this time. She tried to stand up, but then realized that, once again, she was in some kind of restraint. She looked up - her wrists were enclosed in leather cuffs, and her arms were pointed straight up, chained to the ceiling. She was seated on a padded stool. Her legs extended straight fowrard, her feet locked into padded stocks. She was completely nude. Officer Tan was typing data into a computer at a desk next to her, and noticed Lina wake up.
"My dear Lina. We brought your Sienna in for questioning. She knew nothing. She was no one. You lied to me Lina."
Lina's heart beat faster. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Oh Lina, I think you know what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to tickle your feet Lina. I'm going to tickle your feet until you can't take it anymore. I'm going to punish you Lina."
Lina's heart melted
"And my dear Lina, here's the other thing I know about you. You knew Sienna was innocent. You knew I would find out.
You wanted to be punished. Didn't you Lina?"
Lina sank into her bonds, utterly dominated. She nodded
"Yes officer. More than anything. I want you to punish me. I crave it"
Officer Tan laughed - a cold, icy sound. She pulled out her turkey feathers.
"Then you shall have some laughs."
Lina adjusted the strap of her carry-on and stepped forward in the slow, shuffling line at Changi Airport, the cool, polished floor reflecting her steady pace. Even after nearly twenty hours of travel, she carried herself with quiet poise, though the dull ache in her feet pulsed with every step, a reminder of cramped cabins and endless corridors. She shifted her weight subtly inside her white sneakers, trying to ease the soreness without drawing attention.
Her dark hair, loosely gathered at the nape of her neck, had begun to slip free in soft strands, framing a face that was both striking and composed—clear, observant eyes, high cheekbones, and a natural ease that made strangers lower their guard without quite realizing why.
Her outfit matched that quiet practicality: fitted athletic leggings, a light, breathable top, and a zip-up jacket tied loosely at her waist. Nothing about her appearance was extravagant, yet everything seemed intentional, as though she understood exactly how to move through the world without friction.
When it was her turn, she handed over her passport with a polite nod, slender fingers steady despite the fatigue humming beneath her skin.
The officer barely glanced at her before his expression hardened. His eyes lingered—not admiring, not even curious. Assessing. Measuring. He closed the passport without stamping it.
“Miss. Step aside.”
A flicker of confusion crossed Lina’s face, gone as quickly as it came. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice calm, almost disarming.
He didn’t answer. Another officer appeared at her side, already waiting. “This way.”
Lina hesitated for the briefest moment, then followed, her sore feet protesting softly inside her shoes as they moved away from the crowd, down a corridor that felt too quiet.
Lina's heart began to race. This had never happened to her before. There must be some mistake! What is going on? Her mind raced furiously.
The room they led her toward had no windows. Guards ushered her in. One particularly short guard inserted a key, and turned it with a final, deliberate click.
The room was colder than the corridor, sterile in a way that made Lina’s skin prickle. At its center stood a large, padded table, ordained with thick leather straps.
She stopped just inside the doorway. “What is this?” she asked, her voice still controlled, though thinner now.
No one answered directly. The harsh-looking officer nodded once to the others.
“Standard procedure,” one of them said flatly.
Before Lina could respond, they guided her forward. Not roughly, but with firm, practiced efficiency. Her carry-on was taken from her shoulder. She felt a flicker of resistance rise in her chest, but it faltered under the weight of uncertainty.
“Please lie down,” the officer instructed.
“This seems unnecessary,” she said, more sharply now.
“Lie down.”
The finality in his tone left little room for argument. Slowly, reluctantly, Lina lowered herself onto the padded surface, the material cool against her back. Her sore feet barely had time to register relief before one guard secured her wrist, then the other. Straps followed at her ankles, fastening over her white sneakers, pinning her in place.
Her breathing quickened.
“This isn’t routine,” she said, unable to keep the edge from her voice now.
No one corrected her.
The harsh-looking officer stepped closer, holding a clear evidence bag between gloved fingers. Inside was a tightly wrapped bundle, opaque and unmistakably deliberate.
“We found this in your carry-on,” he said, his voice even, almost detached.
Lina’s eyes fixed on it, confusion flashing into something sharper. “That’s not mine.”
“It was in your bag,” he repeated, as if that settled the matter. “You arrived alone. You packed it yourself, yes?”
“Yes, but” She stopped, the words tangling. “I’ve never seen that before.”
The officer studied her for a long moment, then set the bag down on a nearby metal tray with a soft, final clink.
“You understand where you are,” he said. “The consequences here are… severe.”
A pause.
“But this does not have to end badly for you.”
Lina swallowed, her pulse loud in her ears.
“Tell us who you are delivering this to,” he continued. “A name. A contact. Cooperate, and we can make this go away. You walk out of here.”
Her brow tightened. “I’m not delivering anything. I don’t know what that is.”
The officer’s expression didn’t change.
“That answer will not help you.”
---
The door opened again with a soft mechanical hiss.
A new figure stepped inside.
She wore the same uniform as the others, but carried herself differentl. Her hair was tied tightly back, not a strand out of place, and her expression held none of the earlier officer’s blunt hardness. Instead, it was controlled, measured, almost calm in a way that felt more unsettling than anger.
“This will be handled by me,” she said simply.
The other officers stepped aside without protest.
She approached the table slowly, scanning Lina. Her eyes slowly scanned, top to bottom, lingering her gaze on Lina's white sneakers, protruding off the bottom end of the table.
“I am Officer Tan Wei Ling,” she said, her voice even and clear, carrying a Singaporean accent softened by years of formal training. “You can address me as Officer Tan.”
Lina met her eyes. “I didn’t bring anything illegal into this country.”
A faint pause followed, not quite disbelief, not quite acceptance.
Officer Tan nodded once, as if noting the statement rather than reacting to it.
“That is what we will determine,” she replied.
She placed a slim file folder on a nearby surface and opened it with controlled precision. “Right now, your situation is simple. We have intercepted contraband linked to your baggage. Your cooperation will determine how this proceeds.”
Her gaze returned to Lina, steady and unwavering.
“Let us begin from the start."
She perched herself at Lina's left foot, and untied her sneaker. She slowly removed it, from the heel upward.
"My dear, I feel it is important to inform you at to the seriousness of your predicament. I have been trained in 500 forms of interrogation. I have studied more about the nervous system than even your country's best doctors. While you are on that table, you are mine."
She leaned her face closer to Lina's socked foot.
"I have studied a thousand years of literature on how to make young women like you tell your deepest secrets."
She slipped two fingers along Lina's calf, running down to her heel, hooking her sock. With a swift motion, she whisked the sock away, revealing a beautiful, pedicured bare foot. She inspected Lina's soft, plump toes, adorned by fresh nail polish.
Instinctively, Lina curled her toes in fear. What will this mad woman do to me? she wondered
"Did you know the sole of the human foot has more than 200,000 nerve endings? I have mapped them all. Allow me to show you a taste of what this means"
She placed the tip of her index finger on the arch of Lina's naked foot. Lina gasped involuntarily.
"Ah my dear, you wouldn't be ticklish, now would you?" the interrogator taunted.
The finger slowly traced the contours of Lina's naked sole. It glided down, around her round, firm heel, and up the outside. It traced the side of her foot, and then along the ball and towards the centre line.
Lina tried fruitlessly to stifle an involuntary urge to laugh. Muffled giggles escaped her lips as her eyes squeezed shut. She tried desperately to pull away, but the leather straps held her body firmly in place.
The interrogator continued.
"You are mine now, Lina. I can make you feel whatever I want you to feel. I can cause you terrible pain."
As if to make the point, she suddenly stopped her tracing, and drove her knuckle directly in the centre of the ball of her foot. It felt like getting hit with a baseball bat. Lina cried out in surprised pain.
But as quickly as it started, the pressure was released, and the interrogator went back to tickle-tracing.
"I can also cause you unendurable pleasure."
To Lina's shock, the interrogator placed her face right against the sole of her foot - and began licking! She firmly planted her wet tongue on the bottom of Lina's heel, and licked forcefully from the heel and up the instep. When she reached the toes of her foot, the interrogator began inserting her tongue between her toes one by one, licking and slurping.
This time, the sensations baffled Lina. Each lick of a toe felt like a lick of her - now glistening - pussy. Waves of pleasure shot from her feet to her womanhood. She moaned slightly as the interrogator took her big toe into her mouth and began sucking, as if giving a blowjob to her foot.
Lina's moans became louder, as the foot worship took her, incredibly, towards a near-certain orgasm. But just before Lina crossed the threshold, the sucking abruptly stopped - only to be replaced with the same maddening gentle tickles from before.
"But for now" she continued "I want you to experience only one thing. 挠痒痒折磨. Or as you would say in your crude tongue... the Tickle Torture."
Lina's eyes grew wide, and she pleaded to be let go. "I know nothing I didn't pack any drugs, I'm just a backpacker. Please just heehee let me go!"
A sinister, sensual grin spread across the officer's face.
"I'm sure we will discover many truths, after an intensive study of your beautiful soles. Coochy coochy, my dear"
The tickling was more intensive now. Officer Tan produced a large, stiff turkey feather, and firmly but gently stroked the sole of her foot. Up, and down. Up, and down. She traced small circles on the smooth skin of Lina's bare foot, which was now twitching and convulsing to escape the sensation. She scrunched her pretty toes, wrinkling her soles, but to no avail - the feather continued its work.
Her muffled giggles became audible cackles and she twisted fruitlessly against her bonds. In between bouts of laughter she demanded to be let go, cursing the officer who was thoroughly lost in the intoxicating presence of her victim.
"My dear" she said, in a mocking tone. "you seem amused by my techniques. Perhaps it's time to see how ticklish your other foot is?"
She removed Lina's other shoe and sock, inhaling deeply the sensual aroma created by 20 hours of continous wear.
She repeated the process - one feather per foot, slowly and agonizingly finding every ticklish spot on her soles. After what felt to Lina like an eternity, Officer Tan inserted the feathers between Lina's bare toes, and paused.
"What you just expeirenced was a level one torture session. There are three levels. If you do not wish to experience level 2, I encourage you to talk"
Lina was sweating profusely by now. "Please, just let me go. I don't know anything" she insisted.
"Then perhaps more tickles shall jog our memory" said Officer Tan.
She barked orders at the other guards, and they produced a pair of safety scissors. They cut Lina's top from her body, leaving her bare breasts heaving in the cool air of the interrogation room. Her small nipples were painfully erect.
"For this technique, I will need some assistance" said the interrogator. She produced two small white round devices, and strapped one to the sole of each of Lina's bare feet.
"These devices are designed by the most sophisticated Roboticists in Shanghai. I configured them myself. They are artificial intelligence-powered tickle robots, designed to exploit every weakness of their victims. I will use them to torture your feet, as I apply an ancient technique to your nipples and armpits that will drive you to pure madness. You will beg me to talk" she taunted.
She switched on both of the tickle devices. Lina's mild giggles turned into peels of shrieking belly laughter. The sensations emanating from the soles of her feet were indescribable - like lighting bolts that never stopped. Try as she might, nothing she could do would dislodge the infernal robots which had been firmly strapped on.
Officer Tan positioned herself at the top of the table, and placed the tip of each feather on each of Lina's pert nipples. She began a gentle see-sawing motion across each nipple, rotating slightly with each saw.
Lina's laughs became guffaws. Her screams became shrieks and moans mixed in one. She pulled, twisted, and tried everything to escape, but every move just exposed her body further to the incessant tickles. Her entire existance was defined by the stroke of each feather, and the buzz of the robots she could not dislodge from her writing soles.
Suddenly, Officer Tan placed the feathers down and took one of Lina's nipples deeply into her mouth. Her tongue flicked and stimulated the rock hard nipple, while her now-free hands dug into Lina's tight, outstretched armpits. She dug deep with her thumbs, twanging Lina's nervous system as if she was playing a bass guitar.
Lina's vision began to blur as tears streamed down her face. It was too much. She couldn't take it. The tickle torture was driving her to utter madness.
And to her utter humiliation, she was becoming increasingly wet. Somehow, the torture was also arousing her. She soaked right through her pants.
After an eternity, Officer Tan paused her oral torture, and switched off the robots on Lina's feet. Lina panted for breath, and Officer Tan brushed the hair out of her face, almost gingerly.
"My dear, let's stop here. I don't think you can take Level 3. Just tell me about the drugs, and we can put all this behind us."
Linas face was flushed. "Officer... pant I really don't know anything... please just let me go."
Officer Tan looked Lina directly in the eye. "Then you will suffer greatly, my dear."
Before Lina could object, the officer blindfolded her, and stuffed a gag in her mouth. Guards came back to slice off Lina's pants and underwear, leaving her stark naked, spread-eagle, on the tickle torture table.
Lina couldn't see what happened next. But she could feel it. The robots were switched on once again. Additional ones were taped to her armpits, torturing her futher. Some sort of suction device was attached to her nipples, driving her insane. And now, what felt like a feather duster danced over her bare, dripping pussy. She was brought to the very edge of orgasm, but never allowed to cross.
But just when Lina thought she would truly lose her mind, something else happened. Something new. She could feel the tip of a very small brush tracing slowly up her neck. It glided along her hairline, dragging with it an electric sensation of tickles.
Oh fuck. No. She thought. It can't be. How would she know?
The brush found her jawline, and started tracing around in small circles.
Officer Tan leaned right up to Lina's ear, whispering: "I know where you're ticklish, Lina."
Chills ran down Lina's spine, as she anticipated what was coming next.
"Say it, Lina. Tell me where you're ticklish."
Officer Tan removed the gag, and paused the torture to allow Lina to respond.
Lina whimpered. "In the ear."
Suddenly, the officer resumed all the tickle torture, and inserted the small brush into Lina's ear, tracing tiny circles and dancing in and out of her ear canal.
It was unendurable. It was indescribable. Lina screamed into the gag. Her blindfold soaked thick with tears. The brush went to her other ear, repeating the process. It was pure, unfettered tickle torture.
Finally, she yelled into the gag. MFGH. MFUGHFUH ALAK. LKATLK
The gag was removed, and the tickling paused once again. "Speak now Lina, or I won't stop for another hour no matter what you say."
"Ok pant - I'll give you a name..." She struggled to think. Who did she know in Singapore? There was the guy at the bar she had sex with the other night... what was his name? Nah, she'd never believe that. What about the bartender at the hotel? Beautiful redhead from somewhere in Canada - Vancouver maybe? Yes, I'll try that.
"I got the drugs from Sienna Locke... She's the bartender at the Hilton. I got it from her. Now let me go!" Lina demanded
The officer smiled and nodded at her assistant, who scurried off. "Very good Lina. Now we shall wait for my lieutenant to go fetch Sienna. I'm sure she and I will have some laughs."
"Pant will you let me go now?" Lina asked, hopefully.
"Yes my dear, a deal is a deal. But first, I think your body deserves a reward for your cooperation."
Officer Tan lowered her face to Lina's drenched pussy. Suddenly, all the tickle robots turned back on, sending Lina back into hysterics. But this time, something else was added too - the officer's firm tongue pressed against her clit. Slowly, the tickle sensations transitioned, and Lina began to transition from screaming laughter, to out-of-control moaning. The waves of tickle-lightning turned into a building cascade of erotic energy. Her whole body began to glow from the overstimulation. Over the course of what may have been centuries, Officer Tan was turning all the sensations of torture into sensations of overwhelming pleasure.
When the wave crashed, it had become a tsunami. Her body was racked by torturous orgasm, and she let out a deep, earthy scream like nothing she had never done before. After what seemed like ages, the wave subsided, but then the office placed a bullet vibrator directly against the base of her clit. A series of rapid orgasms followed, like fireworks on the fourth of july. Did she come twenty times? Thirty? She lost count. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed over her, until eventually she passed out into merciful sleep.
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Eventually, Lina regained consciousness. She blinked, to try to ascertian where she was. She was in a different room this time. She tried to stand up, but then realized that, once again, she was in some kind of restraint. She looked up - her wrists were enclosed in leather cuffs, and her arms were pointed straight up, chained to the ceiling. She was seated on a padded stool. Her legs extended straight fowrard, her feet locked into padded stocks. She was completely nude. Officer Tan was typing data into a computer at a desk next to her, and noticed Lina wake up.
"My dear Lina. We brought your Sienna in for questioning. She knew nothing. She was no one. You lied to me Lina."
Lina's heart beat faster. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Oh Lina, I think you know what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to tickle your feet Lina. I'm going to tickle your feet until you can't take it anymore. I'm going to punish you Lina."
Lina's heart melted
"And my dear Lina, here's the other thing I know about you. You knew Sienna was innocent. You knew I would find out.
You wanted to be punished. Didn't you Lina?"
Lina sank into her bonds, utterly dominated. She nodded
"Yes officer. More than anything. I want you to punish me. I crave it"
Officer Tan laughed - a cold, icy sound. She pulled out her turkey feathers.
"Then you shall have some laughs."
