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The rain pattered down steadily on the moderately wiping windscreen, shining under the streetlights, modestly illuminating the chilly night sky.
The traffic beeped randomly as impatience grew amongst the masses.
Skye was unshaped by her environment.
Eyes afforded only to the road ahead and hand steady as a rock on the steering wheel as she dazed into another world.
A world that could soon be hers.
Skye was a cop, and a good one at that.
She had aspirations of developing her career.
She craved no more than to be a black ops detective.
Something few people even know of as a profession and that her superiors had told her she would have to complete the necessary works in secrecy, as it’s easier to disguise a cop leaving the force than a detective.
A cop can leave under the guise of a grander pay cheque or frail mindset unable to cope with the horrors of the nature of the work.
A detective would have seen things deeply, would have studied and carried out countless hours of practise to progress, with few jobs offering better pay cheques, thus making a sudden career change that much more suspicious.
It was hopefully all due to come to an end soon.
She had spent the last seven years awaiting her fate, completing the work required while still maintaining her duties as a cop.
A twenty seven year old, potentially holding back her career and life with hopes of a new one.
Waiting.
Waiting for the day she could finally be given her first assignment, take a simple desk job as a rouse and begin the life she’d always desired.
A life that didn’t come easy.
Even more so for Skye.
Losing both parents so young in a house explosion shattered her life into pieces.
She would try and remember her parents but the images would blur more and more as time ticked by.
Years of a cold orphanage she tried to forget.
Her nervous system fried by the explosion, leaving her unable to enjoy even the simple things in life.
The sun warmly kissing her skin during a day at the beach.
The wind breezing past her neck giving her chills on a hike.
The caress of a loving embrace.
Things that would invoke warmth in most had left Skye with a sour taste in her mouth.
A trickle of pessimism, fortified into a shower of disdained resolve.
The muse behind her career.
She had decided there was no point in marriage or having children.
Her stern outlook, unfazed by the small beauties of life had been the catalyst for her success.
The ability to focus all of her attention on her career, with no family, a limited social life usually in the interest of the advancement of her career, and a desire to be the best at what she does had shaped her grim looking life into one she could tolerate.
Not entirely in good faith.
She figured that with all of the resources at her disposal, she may one day be able to discover the reason behind the explosion of her parent’s house all those years ago.
A harbinger of delayed fate and justice.
buzz buzz
She reached for the car hud to answer the incoming call from an unknown number as her phone buzzed angrily in her pocket.
‘Hello’
‘Skye this is Lawrenson, 8 Worthington avenue, 20 minutes’
The call dropped out.
Skye’s stomach began to twinge as she sensed this was the moment she had been waiting for.
She joined the masses in traffic impatience as the seconds washed away under the rain.
Desperate for the outcome to the years of graft she had dedicated.
She finally arrived at the address.
It was a shop.
She fixed her medium length, curly brown hair before entering, while checking herself over for any imperfections which could have only been minimal.
Skye was a mixed race beauty.
Her father had been from the Caribbean and her mother American, leaving her with a milky chocolate complexion.
Plump lips and large hazel eyes that had a glimmer of light twinkling in them despite her deathly attitude.
She stood tall at 5’9 and long slender size 8 feet.
High arches and narrow with her big toe the same size as her second.
A well rounded bum that could have rested a glass comfortably, curved further by the tight police pants, and a slightly below average chest just about making a C cup, slightly cone-esque while still comfortably rounded, protruded from her unbuttoned police shirt.
She could have been modelling for Hollister, however she had no interest in flaunting her looks.
As justice rang out in her as frequently as one might check their phone for the time.
While checking herself over she noticed through the glass that the shop was empty.
Her surprise only grew as she realised the boarded up door that she hadn’t noticed in her haste.
‘Maybe I’m not cut out to be a detective’
She joked to herself, as if in a sitcom performing a punchline.
buzz buzz
It was a text from an unknown number.
open the door
Bemusedly, she looked at the boarded up doorway and gave it a slight push expecting nothing to happen.
A disguised cutout in the plywood creaked open.
Startled at the hidden doorway she peered into the empty building reaching for her gun, unsure if this was actually Lawrenson or a setup.
As she crept inside a faint light appeared from the floor as it lifted. She looked inside now gun in her hand trying not to make a noise.
‘Lock the door behind you’
Recognising Lawrenson’s voice she swiftly turned around and locked the door quickly.
‘What is this place?’
‘I’ll explain in a moment, get down here’
Skye hurried over to the hidden hatch in the floorboards as she sensed the urgency in Lawrenson’s voice.
Following her down the ladder in a less than slow approach, she figured it could be the moment she’d been waiting for.
Although it could have been Lawrenson’s sheer size.
She was a large woman.
A six foot woman, slightly overweight and in her mid fifties.
A round face, beaten by age and stress.
Short brown hair, kept in a tidy ponytail.
She would always wear a suit.
Navy blue with a white shirt and unfitted, probably to mask her weight as much as was possible.
The only thing feminine about her was the nails, sharp regularly manicured nails, always with a French tip.
She was no sight to behold and only glamourised Skye in comparison.
Not that Skye noticed or cared.
She had one thing in her mind only.
As Skye reached the bottom of the ladder she noticed a hallway dimly lit as Lawrenson proceeded down and into the only room it led to.
The room was dingy, an old looking black leather bondage bed with two cuffs at each end of it, sat under a fading ceiling light.
The aircon unit was dusty with a drip pattern, formed over years of leaking down the wall beneath it.
‘I’ve made it happen’
‘Made what happen?’
Skye quizzed although picking up on where this might be heading.
‘The black ops detective role has opened up, you’ve completed most of the necessary works and I-‘
‘Sorry’
Skye interrupted frustratedly.
‘What do you mean most of the works involved? I completed all of the work months ago why wasn’t I told of anything I hadn’t done?’
‘You completed the theory side of proceedings, now comes the physical, but please listen, the role is yours, I pulled a few strings, they love your work and they want you specifically after a few good words and a few favours here and there from myself’
Skye was offended by the insinuation that her merits were not her own.
Although, she knew she had to bite her sharp tongue, through fear of hindering her chances at her dream, now more within reach than ever.
‘What’s the physical side?’
Lawrenson nearly let out a smile as she uttered
‘Torture resistance’
Skye snickered and replied
‘You realise I have no nerve endings? I can’t be tortured, it will just be numb to me’
‘Well that’s good, strip down to your underwear and lie on this table’
Lawrenson responded undeterred.
Skye sighed as she began stripping down revealing her bouncing breasts and toned abs clothed only by a black bra. Her green thong was hugging her bum tightly as she wiggled free from her uniform.
She never thought about hesitating.
Mostly because she couldn’t dream of not complying now so close to her goals.
Also, due to her lack of association with being in her underwear having any sexual implications or vulnerability.
She had suspected Lawrenson had perhaps admired her physical prowess, however knew she would never act on it.
Besides what could she even do to her?
She thought as she undressed.
‘Lie on the table on your back and stretch your arms and legs out’
Skye climbed onto the table and complied.
As she felt her freedom escaping her, she felt a sense of uneasiness.
Not that anything could be done to her however.
Just a strange sense of what may come.
‘Now I need to be honest with you Skye, I will be breaking you today, I will push you way past your limits and won’t stop until you tell me what’s written on this piece of paper’
With that Lawrenson flashed a piece of paper in front of Skye as she glanced quickly at it.
It was almost a tease as it read
I’m a weak little girl
Skye scoffed and shook her head.
Lawrenson let out a smile knowing the gambit had worked.
She needed something that Skye would never want to say and increase her resolve to that of a real situation.
She might be captured in her line of work after all, facing unimaginably worse than she had intended for her.
‘Are you ready Skye?’
‘Yep’
Skye sarcastically responded.
Lawrenson picked up a heavy metal ruler and slapped it down hard on Skye’s belly.
‘Was that too hard’
‘I didn’t feel anything’
Lawrenson looked down eagerly as she see the red mark formed around Skye’s belly.
She knew about her nerve damage from her file but she expected her to have some sensation.
Lawrenson took the ruler and slapped her neck with the same vigour.
‘Nothing’
Skye let out peacefully, as she watched the ruler lash her skin.
Another lash, this time with more intensity onto Skye’s pussy landed harshly.
Skye began to toy with her, pretending not to hear the sound made.
‘Did you do it yet?’
Lawrenson was slightly irked by this comment and began to up the ante.
She reached for a small, sharp, razor looking device and hammer and placed it under Skye’s fingernail before hammering it gently.
Skye watched relaxed as ever.
She feigned an
‘Ouchhhh’
Before smiling at her failing torturer.
Lawrenson growing in frustration, dropped the tools to the floor and began to twist Skye’s nipples through her bra with incredible esteem and tenacity.
Skye smiled once more.
‘Are we done here?’
Lawrenson’s frustration hit a peak, although keeping her composure diligently.
‘Okay Skye, you’ve passed the initial test.
Now we need to raise the stakes’
‘Oh no? Do you have a branding iron?’
Skye asked dramatically teasing her captor.
‘This is something developed in Japan that we seized during a recon mission of the Japanese government. It’s a military secret that heightens sensitivity, it’s most common use is to inflict more pain on stubborn subjects, unwilling to release classified information, although it’s been more commonly used as a way of extracting low influence information as a more humane method of torture, a way to increase pain sensitivity without inflicting too much of it’
Skye listened with questions pouring from her head yet not leaving her lips.
She finally settled on
‘So this will cure my broken nerve endings?’
‘It won’t cure them, it’s a temporary poison if you like, that we have the antidote for and will only cure once I administer it, after you have endured the pain required’
Skye had harnessed all the excitement she had that quickly dissipated over the knowledge of its entirety.
Lawrenson injected the needle into Skye’s upper arm much like an injection would.
She felt her whole body tingle causing a muffled gasp as it then faded away just as quick.
‘I felt something’
‘I told you, this is important as we weren’t the only ones to extract it, there was an unknown spy of another country, suspected to be China that also got their hands on it, thus making it a very real possibility this could be used on you one day if captured’
Skye’s distant resolve was almost piqued by interest.
‘So are you going to hit me again’
Almost sounding a little scared.
A life without nerves and her first sensations were going to be pain on her already pain filled life.
Lawrenson flicked out a smile in almost Cruella De Vil type fashion as she reached for the ruler once more.
Grabbing it firmly she struck down on Skye’s left thigh.
Skye didn’t budge and with a heartfelt sadness let out
‘I guess it didn’t work’
Lawrenson dejectedly dragged the ruler away from her subject to place it down on the table, as she accidentally dragged it across her instep on the way.
A discreet twitch of the toes from Skye as it made contact had not gone unnoticed by Lawrenson.
‘Did that affect you’
Skye shrugged her shoulders
‘I’m not sure honestly, i did feel something’
Lawrenson diverted her attention at Skye’s soles and without missing a beat struck hard on her bare sole.
‘Maybe not, I didn’t feel anything then’
Lawrenson perplexed by the lack of pain yet involuntary twitch of the toes, explored.
She lazily dragged her fingernail down Skye’s sole starting from the toe pads down to the heel.
‘Mmhhhmmm’
Skye’s foot jerked as the nail scratched down her creamy wrinkled sole.
‘I felt that, that was different’
Lawrenson focussed to no end at this new intel, started to slowly scribble her fingers around on the bottom of Skye’s foot.
‘This feels sksksksj strange tssstttss’
‘Skye was bewildered at her predicament, this sensation, unknown to her was causing her some discomfort, gradually becoming worse.
Lawrenson revelling in her newfound dominance, an angle to explore and inflict her intended purpose had shown itself, like a flower opening in spring, yet was doubtful of Skye’s reaction.
‘Are you telling me you’ve never been tickled before Skye?’
‘I’ve sksksksj never been ticklish mmhhhmm, a guy I was dating tried sksksk once but it didn’t work’
Skye involuntarily wiggled her feet around as Lawrenson’s nails danced on her flesh.
It was becoming intense yet alluring, like a lightbulb switch had been flicked on for the very first time and allowed her to feel sensation.
‘Interesting… I think it has taken effect on you differently to others. It musn’t have enough potency to inflict pain but it has repaired your nerve endings enough to be tickled’
Skye lay there wiggling accepting this to be truth.
Excited by the notion she now had some form of sensation, despite how intoxicatingly torturous it was becoming.
‘I think sksksk you’re right hshshsh’
Disjointedly escaped from her lips.
Lawrenson smiled, this time more deeply as though she had found an eternal source of happiness.
‘Well then let’s see if we can get you to talk’
She grazed her fingernails with more pace over Skye’s soles as she watched intently.
‘Ohhhh sksksks ahhahahahahahah’
Skye couldn’t believe she was laughing under this ticklish sensation, she never laughed for anything, the most she would let out was a mirror practised forced smile more for her colleagues comfortability rather than hers.
Now she was beginning to flail her hips and shake side to side, laughing away as her bosses fingers danced around her exposed soles.
‘Oh my, you are a ticklish little one’
‘Apparently hahahahahhahahahaha’
Skye wiggled growing in desperation as the sensations never seemed to cease, instead growing in the feeling of discomfort.
‘It’s hahahahaha a lot hahahaha’
‘Are you ready to tell me the code phrase’
‘Nooooooooooohahahahahahahah’
Lawrenson couldn’t have been more pleased at the response, she wanted Skye to pass the test, but an insatiable growing urge within her wanted to carry on torturing this young, pretty, helpless gem for a while longer.
She remembered something that seemed important to Skye who was judging her reactions, as she reached for her purse giving Skye a temporary pause in proceedings.
Skye looked on breathing a little deeper as Lawrenson rummaged through her handbag.
‘Ooohh that was intense surprisingly’
Lawrenson let out a chuckle as she returned, walking in Skye’s direction holding a hairbrush.
‘Intense? we haven’t even begun’
With that she scrubbed with rapid pace over Skye’s stretched out soles.
‘OHHHH AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA WOWWWWWW’
Skye bucked for the first time, flailing in her restraints as the tickling sensation overwhelmed her.
‘FUCK AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH’
Lawrenson with another idea began to increase the pressure applied until it felt like she was near dragging skin from her soles onto the brush.
‘GODHSHAHAHHAHAHAHAHBAHABABAB FUCK HAHAHAHAHABHAHAHA NOOOOOOOIIJIO AHAHHAHAHAHAHAH’
‘Interesting, very interesting’
‘WHAT IS?!?!? HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAUA’
‘Your pain receptors, they don’t log this as pain, I’m brushing at a rate that would cause intense pain for anybody but for you it seems to only transmit as the peak of your ticklishness’
‘FUCK GAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH’
Skye laughed away, her mind slowly absorbing this information as she knew it was fact, she had never felt any sensation, besides emotion that was rare, and she suppressed.
This, this was different, unbearably opening her eyes to worlds she’d never thought possible.
Like a blind person seeing the glory of colours for the first time.
Lawrenson noted the results, once creamy light brown skin, now turning a pinkish red with white lines from the hairbrush imprinting.
‘Ready to give me the code yet?’
‘HAHAHAHHA NEVERT HAHAHHAHAH’
Lawrenson grinned widely.
‘Good’
She pulled the hairbrush away giving Skye a moments respite.
‘Let’s see where else you’re ticklish’
Skye for the first time felt a little nervous as the fingers stopped and she dramatically caught her breath.
She had no idea, up until now, nowhere on her body had been ticklish, but now it was anyone’s guess, and how bad could it be compared to what she just endured.
She braced as Lawrenson began to slowly tease her fingernails up her calves and settling on the backs of her knees.
‘Shshshdkssksksk’
Skye let out a stifled giggle.
‘Does this tickle?’
‘Not much skskskssksk’
This was much more bearable, delicate and gentle, teasing her now vulnerable skin in an almost erotic fashion.
‘How about this?’
Lawrenson transformed her scribbling fingers into a vice and gripped the top of Skye’s knees squeezing quickly and firmly.
‘Woah hahahahahahahahhahaha’
Skye swang her legs up and down as it tickled away.
Lawrenson with the eyes of a hawk began digging with more ferociousness, to the point it was causing her hand discomfort.
‘FUUUUUUUCKCKCKHAHAHAHAHAHAH’
Skye threw herself around wildly as the tickling hit a height, much like it did with her feet, before steadily destroying her struggled composure.
Lawrenson quipped
‘Ohhh, it’s everywhere, I can dig in painfully and you only receive it as tickling, ohhh poor little thing’
Skye knew she was messing with her, it was becoming completely overwhelming for her, yet a life of feeling nothing, lacking entirely of sensation led to a confusing emotion, she craved more.
Lawrenson relented as her hands began to cramp and started to dance her nails along the soft flesh of her inner thighs working her way upwards.
‘Ooohhhh ahhahahaha’
Skye couldn’t contain her laughter as the fingers worked around her pussy tickling softly.
‘Are you ready to tell me the code yet?’
Skye shook her head as she laughed mildly.
‘Very well’
She dug in once more to the inner thigh muscles, where the leg connects to the pelvis and clawed around, leaving instant red marks.
‘WOJAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SHITJTTTTT AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH’
Skye was becoming more frantic, her hair now frazzled and starting to stick to her face as her body perspired.
‘Such a tickly little girl’
‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH’
Skye normally so used to being in control was flopping around under the mayhem inducing fingers, it was insane, she needed it to stop but at the same time didn’t want it to end.
How could she?
What if she never felt sensation again after this?
It was barbarically intoxicating.
‘Whats the code?’
‘ILL AHAHAHAHNEVAHHAHAHHAHAHAH TELL YOUUUUUUU AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA’
Skye remembered the job on offer, the only time she’d forgotten in her memory, her mind foggy and overtaken by this lunacy.
Lawrenson moved her hands upwardly into Skye’s hips digging around once more with the same intensity as one might squeeze an empty tube of toothpaste.
‘MY GODHDHSHDHAHHAHAHAHAHAH’
‘Your god won’t save you now, no one will, the only saviour you have is that code’
Skye trembled as she twisted, losing her breath and crumbling under the intensity.
‘What’s the code?’
‘HHAHAHAHAHAHAH FUCK YOU AHAHHAHAHAHAHAH’
Lawrenson gawked at Skye’s retaliation.
She had tickled her for now close to ten minutes, with at least half of that time being unrelenting, all out, peak ticklishness for her.
She was impressed at her will power.
‘That’s okay, we’ve got all….night…..long’
Skye began to flush red as her oxygen depleted belly began to ache, the mind games were effective and uncompromising, reminding her of her own sanity being stripped away.
She tried to visualise her signing a contract in some hidden away office to keep her composure as her body was growing tired.
Lawrenson noticing the redness of Skye’s cheeks ceased momentarily.
‘You’re doing well Skye, only one hour to go’
Skye assumed she was lying, but was unable to respond as she lay there panting heavily in a slumped mess.
A few seconds went by when Skye’s breath returned to more normalised proportions and Lawrenson began running flickering nails up and down her sides and over her toned abs.
‘Oohhh ahahahahahahahahahah’
Skye’s resolve had dwindled.
The once soft bearable tickles were becoming more effective, more deliberate.
‘All you have to do is give me the code’
‘Nevahhhahahahahhah’
Lawrenson resumed her onslaught, digging her fingers into her ribs hard as steel.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHHAHABABAHABABABBABABABABBABAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH’
This tickling was more intense than anything up to this point.
This was chaos, her ribs were being destroyed almost instantaneously by these devastating fingers digging away in her bones.
Lawrenson resumed her mind destruction
‘Ohhhh seems I’ve found the hotspot, your ribbies are your most tickly little place, looks like I’ll keep this up until you tell me the code’
Skye was a mess.
Part of her wanted to give the code as the tickling was monstrous, it would have been like being repeatedly stabbed for anyone else, but for Skye, was the most ticklish sensation imaginable.
There was a part of her becoming smaller and smaller that stayed strong, visualising her new career, and a twinge of unhinged excitement.
It didn’t matter anyhow.
Skye could do nothing but laugh, the tickling engulfing every fibre of her being.
Lawrenson glared away at her writhing subject, with a hint of sadism coursing through her.
Distracted by it, letting her mind wander from the task at hand and into admiring the glistening beauty, laughing away under her devilish fingers.
‘HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAB STYTHAHAHAHAHAHHAHABAAHHA STOP AHAHAHAHHAHA’
Skye could barely gain enough breath to gasp out for the tickling to stop.
‘Tell me the code’
Skye wriggled with all her might as her ribs were tickled incessantly and without break.
Her skin turned a reddish colour as though asphyxiated and burning up.
Her body glistening with beads of sweat dripping around her helpless, vulnerable figure.
She had tears forming in her eyes under the prolonged torture.
Lawrenson was sure she had her broken when she witnessed Skye shaking her head no, before returning to wriggling away.
She was dumbfounded, how could she keep her cool under the torture, nobody had lasted pain this long in her experience, let alone the non stop torture she was committing onto her.
She moved her fingers to dashing around aimlessly, wiggling them in her armpits as Skye crumbled under the difference in sensation.
Her eyes bulging and filled with tears.
‘Code now and this all goes away’
Skye needed it to stop, she was exhausted, being tickled for what had to be close to an hour now, gasping for breath as much as she could, the whole journey left her almost broken.
But the excitement, the sheer madness of it all.
She yearned her whole life for sensation and the intensity of a lifetime without it, mixed with the brutal tickling she had never experienced before sent her over the edge.
Her legs trembled and she felt her pussy dampening.
Lawrenson noticed her nipples stiffening and poking through her bra.
It was mesmerising watching those cute pointy nipples on edge and coming out to say hello to her.
She licked her lips at the sight before her, readying herself to blast her fingers on random places over Skye’s body sporadically to keep her on edge.
Skye bucked each and every way as fingers exploited her armpits, ribs, belly, sides, hips, pussy, thighs, knees, and feet as some kind of twisted dance.
Her body was in agony, sharp nails left marks all over her sexy sweaty body and had her flapping about like a distressed bird.
Lawrenson looked down and could see her thong starting to sink into her clearly excited pussy.
‘What’s the code?’
‘HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAB’
‘This all goes away if you just tell me the code’
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA NO’
‘Just a few little words’
‘NEVER’
Lawrenson checked the timer she had set, unbeknownst to Skye, there was a minute left.
She ditched her tactics and returned to scrubbing the hairbrush over Skye’s soles, frantically brushing away as though her life depended on it.
Skye went ballistic.
‘HAHAHHAHAHHAHSHHABHSHDBBDBB FUCKS AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH’
Her words barely comprehensible.
Lawrenson watched intently at Skye bucked with all her might.
‘Last chance Skye or this will go on all night long, I have nowhere to be until tomorrow and I’m having too much fun’
‘FUCK HAHAHSBSHSHSHHSHSHHSHSHBAHSBB YOU’
Skye blurted out when her lungs allowed.
beep
Lawrenson stopped tickling and unbuckled Skye’s ankles promptly.
‘Well Skye, I’m impressed, you held out incredibly well, even with the thought of this going on all night’
Skye could do nothing but blow hot air in her exasperated state.
‘I’ll send you a location tomorrow to come and meet me for your contract to be signed, congratulations detective’
Skye could barely understand what was happening as her body calmed down.
‘I’ll keep your arms tied as I use the antidote, don’t want you hurting yourself or me’
‘NOOOO’
Lawrenson froze as Skye had shouted so suddenly, startling her.
‘What do you mean no?’
‘Please don’t use the antidote’
Lawrenson was mouth open in shock as she looked Skye up and down, taking in all her glory.
Her matted hair stuck to her face, her mascara running down her eyes, her body soaked as though she’d just got out of a swimming pool, breathing heavy and rasped.
She glanced at her swollen pussy lips displaying through her thong and perky nipples lifting her bra and understood.
She knew she should supply the antidote but no one could inflict more than she had just given her and she wouldn’t have broken anyway had it gone on for even longer.
She shook her head and untied her hands.
‘Seems someone’s a naughty girl’
As she laughed.
Skye smiled before whimpering out
‘Apparently’
The traffic beeped randomly as impatience grew amongst the masses.
Skye was unshaped by her environment.
Eyes afforded only to the road ahead and hand steady as a rock on the steering wheel as she dazed into another world.
A world that could soon be hers.
Skye was a cop, and a good one at that.
She had aspirations of developing her career.
She craved no more than to be a black ops detective.
Something few people even know of as a profession and that her superiors had told her she would have to complete the necessary works in secrecy, as it’s easier to disguise a cop leaving the force than a detective.
A cop can leave under the guise of a grander pay cheque or frail mindset unable to cope with the horrors of the nature of the work.
A detective would have seen things deeply, would have studied and carried out countless hours of practise to progress, with few jobs offering better pay cheques, thus making a sudden career change that much more suspicious.
It was hopefully all due to come to an end soon.
She had spent the last seven years awaiting her fate, completing the work required while still maintaining her duties as a cop.
A twenty seven year old, potentially holding back her career and life with hopes of a new one.
Waiting.
Waiting for the day she could finally be given her first assignment, take a simple desk job as a rouse and begin the life she’d always desired.
A life that didn’t come easy.
Even more so for Skye.
Losing both parents so young in a house explosion shattered her life into pieces.
She would try and remember her parents but the images would blur more and more as time ticked by.
Years of a cold orphanage she tried to forget.
Her nervous system fried by the explosion, leaving her unable to enjoy even the simple things in life.
The sun warmly kissing her skin during a day at the beach.
The wind breezing past her neck giving her chills on a hike.
The caress of a loving embrace.
Things that would invoke warmth in most had left Skye with a sour taste in her mouth.
A trickle of pessimism, fortified into a shower of disdained resolve.
The muse behind her career.
She had decided there was no point in marriage or having children.
Her stern outlook, unfazed by the small beauties of life had been the catalyst for her success.
The ability to focus all of her attention on her career, with no family, a limited social life usually in the interest of the advancement of her career, and a desire to be the best at what she does had shaped her grim looking life into one she could tolerate.
Not entirely in good faith.
She figured that with all of the resources at her disposal, she may one day be able to discover the reason behind the explosion of her parent’s house all those years ago.
A harbinger of delayed fate and justice.
buzz buzz
She reached for the car hud to answer the incoming call from an unknown number as her phone buzzed angrily in her pocket.
‘Hello’
‘Skye this is Lawrenson, 8 Worthington avenue, 20 minutes’
The call dropped out.
Skye’s stomach began to twinge as she sensed this was the moment she had been waiting for.
She joined the masses in traffic impatience as the seconds washed away under the rain.
Desperate for the outcome to the years of graft she had dedicated.
She finally arrived at the address.
It was a shop.
She fixed her medium length, curly brown hair before entering, while checking herself over for any imperfections which could have only been minimal.
Skye was a mixed race beauty.
Her father had been from the Caribbean and her mother American, leaving her with a milky chocolate complexion.
Plump lips and large hazel eyes that had a glimmer of light twinkling in them despite her deathly attitude.
She stood tall at 5’9 and long slender size 8 feet.
High arches and narrow with her big toe the same size as her second.
A well rounded bum that could have rested a glass comfortably, curved further by the tight police pants, and a slightly below average chest just about making a C cup, slightly cone-esque while still comfortably rounded, protruded from her unbuttoned police shirt.
She could have been modelling for Hollister, however she had no interest in flaunting her looks.
As justice rang out in her as frequently as one might check their phone for the time.
While checking herself over she noticed through the glass that the shop was empty.
Her surprise only grew as she realised the boarded up door that she hadn’t noticed in her haste.
‘Maybe I’m not cut out to be a detective’
She joked to herself, as if in a sitcom performing a punchline.
buzz buzz
It was a text from an unknown number.
open the door
Bemusedly, she looked at the boarded up doorway and gave it a slight push expecting nothing to happen.
A disguised cutout in the plywood creaked open.
Startled at the hidden doorway she peered into the empty building reaching for her gun, unsure if this was actually Lawrenson or a setup.
As she crept inside a faint light appeared from the floor as it lifted. She looked inside now gun in her hand trying not to make a noise.
‘Lock the door behind you’
Recognising Lawrenson’s voice she swiftly turned around and locked the door quickly.
‘What is this place?’
‘I’ll explain in a moment, get down here’
Skye hurried over to the hidden hatch in the floorboards as she sensed the urgency in Lawrenson’s voice.
Following her down the ladder in a less than slow approach, she figured it could be the moment she’d been waiting for.
Although it could have been Lawrenson’s sheer size.
She was a large woman.
A six foot woman, slightly overweight and in her mid fifties.
A round face, beaten by age and stress.
Short brown hair, kept in a tidy ponytail.
She would always wear a suit.
Navy blue with a white shirt and unfitted, probably to mask her weight as much as was possible.
The only thing feminine about her was the nails, sharp regularly manicured nails, always with a French tip.
She was no sight to behold and only glamourised Skye in comparison.
Not that Skye noticed or cared.
She had one thing in her mind only.
As Skye reached the bottom of the ladder she noticed a hallway dimly lit as Lawrenson proceeded down and into the only room it led to.
The room was dingy, an old looking black leather bondage bed with two cuffs at each end of it, sat under a fading ceiling light.
The aircon unit was dusty with a drip pattern, formed over years of leaking down the wall beneath it.
‘I’ve made it happen’
‘Made what happen?’
Skye quizzed although picking up on where this might be heading.
‘The black ops detective role has opened up, you’ve completed most of the necessary works and I-‘
‘Sorry’
Skye interrupted frustratedly.
‘What do you mean most of the works involved? I completed all of the work months ago why wasn’t I told of anything I hadn’t done?’
‘You completed the theory side of proceedings, now comes the physical, but please listen, the role is yours, I pulled a few strings, they love your work and they want you specifically after a few good words and a few favours here and there from myself’
Skye was offended by the insinuation that her merits were not her own.
Although, she knew she had to bite her sharp tongue, through fear of hindering her chances at her dream, now more within reach than ever.
‘What’s the physical side?’
Lawrenson nearly let out a smile as she uttered
‘Torture resistance’
Skye snickered and replied
‘You realise I have no nerve endings? I can’t be tortured, it will just be numb to me’
‘Well that’s good, strip down to your underwear and lie on this table’
Lawrenson responded undeterred.
Skye sighed as she began stripping down revealing her bouncing breasts and toned abs clothed only by a black bra. Her green thong was hugging her bum tightly as she wiggled free from her uniform.
She never thought about hesitating.
Mostly because she couldn’t dream of not complying now so close to her goals.
Also, due to her lack of association with being in her underwear having any sexual implications or vulnerability.
She had suspected Lawrenson had perhaps admired her physical prowess, however knew she would never act on it.
Besides what could she even do to her?
She thought as she undressed.
‘Lie on the table on your back and stretch your arms and legs out’
Skye climbed onto the table and complied.
As she felt her freedom escaping her, she felt a sense of uneasiness.
Not that anything could be done to her however.
Just a strange sense of what may come.
‘Now I need to be honest with you Skye, I will be breaking you today, I will push you way past your limits and won’t stop until you tell me what’s written on this piece of paper’
With that Lawrenson flashed a piece of paper in front of Skye as she glanced quickly at it.
It was almost a tease as it read
I’m a weak little girl
Skye scoffed and shook her head.
Lawrenson let out a smile knowing the gambit had worked.
She needed something that Skye would never want to say and increase her resolve to that of a real situation.
She might be captured in her line of work after all, facing unimaginably worse than she had intended for her.
‘Are you ready Skye?’
‘Yep’
Skye sarcastically responded.
Lawrenson picked up a heavy metal ruler and slapped it down hard on Skye’s belly.
‘Was that too hard’
‘I didn’t feel anything’
Lawrenson looked down eagerly as she see the red mark formed around Skye’s belly.
She knew about her nerve damage from her file but she expected her to have some sensation.
Lawrenson took the ruler and slapped her neck with the same vigour.
‘Nothing’
Skye let out peacefully, as she watched the ruler lash her skin.
Another lash, this time with more intensity onto Skye’s pussy landed harshly.
Skye began to toy with her, pretending not to hear the sound made.
‘Did you do it yet?’
Lawrenson was slightly irked by this comment and began to up the ante.
She reached for a small, sharp, razor looking device and hammer and placed it under Skye’s fingernail before hammering it gently.
Skye watched relaxed as ever.
She feigned an
‘Ouchhhh’
Before smiling at her failing torturer.
Lawrenson growing in frustration, dropped the tools to the floor and began to twist Skye’s nipples through her bra with incredible esteem and tenacity.
Skye smiled once more.
‘Are we done here?’
Lawrenson’s frustration hit a peak, although keeping her composure diligently.
‘Okay Skye, you’ve passed the initial test.
Now we need to raise the stakes’
‘Oh no? Do you have a branding iron?’
Skye asked dramatically teasing her captor.
‘This is something developed in Japan that we seized during a recon mission of the Japanese government. It’s a military secret that heightens sensitivity, it’s most common use is to inflict more pain on stubborn subjects, unwilling to release classified information, although it’s been more commonly used as a way of extracting low influence information as a more humane method of torture, a way to increase pain sensitivity without inflicting too much of it’
Skye listened with questions pouring from her head yet not leaving her lips.
She finally settled on
‘So this will cure my broken nerve endings?’
‘It won’t cure them, it’s a temporary poison if you like, that we have the antidote for and will only cure once I administer it, after you have endured the pain required’
Skye had harnessed all the excitement she had that quickly dissipated over the knowledge of its entirety.
Lawrenson injected the needle into Skye’s upper arm much like an injection would.
She felt her whole body tingle causing a muffled gasp as it then faded away just as quick.
‘I felt something’
‘I told you, this is important as we weren’t the only ones to extract it, there was an unknown spy of another country, suspected to be China that also got their hands on it, thus making it a very real possibility this could be used on you one day if captured’
Skye’s distant resolve was almost piqued by interest.
‘So are you going to hit me again’
Almost sounding a little scared.
A life without nerves and her first sensations were going to be pain on her already pain filled life.
Lawrenson flicked out a smile in almost Cruella De Vil type fashion as she reached for the ruler once more.
Grabbing it firmly she struck down on Skye’s left thigh.
Skye didn’t budge and with a heartfelt sadness let out
‘I guess it didn’t work’
Lawrenson dejectedly dragged the ruler away from her subject to place it down on the table, as she accidentally dragged it across her instep on the way.
A discreet twitch of the toes from Skye as it made contact had not gone unnoticed by Lawrenson.
‘Did that affect you’
Skye shrugged her shoulders
‘I’m not sure honestly, i did feel something’
Lawrenson diverted her attention at Skye’s soles and without missing a beat struck hard on her bare sole.
‘Maybe not, I didn’t feel anything then’
Lawrenson perplexed by the lack of pain yet involuntary twitch of the toes, explored.
She lazily dragged her fingernail down Skye’s sole starting from the toe pads down to the heel.
‘Mmhhhmmm’
Skye’s foot jerked as the nail scratched down her creamy wrinkled sole.
‘I felt that, that was different’
Lawrenson focussed to no end at this new intel, started to slowly scribble her fingers around on the bottom of Skye’s foot.
‘This feels sksksksj strange tssstttss’
‘Skye was bewildered at her predicament, this sensation, unknown to her was causing her some discomfort, gradually becoming worse.
Lawrenson revelling in her newfound dominance, an angle to explore and inflict her intended purpose had shown itself, like a flower opening in spring, yet was doubtful of Skye’s reaction.
‘Are you telling me you’ve never been tickled before Skye?’
‘I’ve sksksksj never been ticklish mmhhhmm, a guy I was dating tried sksksk once but it didn’t work’
Skye involuntarily wiggled her feet around as Lawrenson’s nails danced on her flesh.
It was becoming intense yet alluring, like a lightbulb switch had been flicked on for the very first time and allowed her to feel sensation.
‘Interesting… I think it has taken effect on you differently to others. It musn’t have enough potency to inflict pain but it has repaired your nerve endings enough to be tickled’
Skye lay there wiggling accepting this to be truth.
Excited by the notion she now had some form of sensation, despite how intoxicatingly torturous it was becoming.
‘I think sksksk you’re right hshshsh’
Disjointedly escaped from her lips.
Lawrenson smiled, this time more deeply as though she had found an eternal source of happiness.
‘Well then let’s see if we can get you to talk’
She grazed her fingernails with more pace over Skye’s soles as she watched intently.
‘Ohhhh sksksks ahhahahahahahah’
Skye couldn’t believe she was laughing under this ticklish sensation, she never laughed for anything, the most she would let out was a mirror practised forced smile more for her colleagues comfortability rather than hers.
Now she was beginning to flail her hips and shake side to side, laughing away as her bosses fingers danced around her exposed soles.
‘Oh my, you are a ticklish little one’
‘Apparently hahahahahhahahahaha’
Skye wiggled growing in desperation as the sensations never seemed to cease, instead growing in the feeling of discomfort.
‘It’s hahahahaha a lot hahahaha’
‘Are you ready to tell me the code phrase’
‘Nooooooooooohahahahahahahah’
Lawrenson couldn’t have been more pleased at the response, she wanted Skye to pass the test, but an insatiable growing urge within her wanted to carry on torturing this young, pretty, helpless gem for a while longer.
She remembered something that seemed important to Skye who was judging her reactions, as she reached for her purse giving Skye a temporary pause in proceedings.
Skye looked on breathing a little deeper as Lawrenson rummaged through her handbag.
‘Ooohh that was intense surprisingly’
Lawrenson let out a chuckle as she returned, walking in Skye’s direction holding a hairbrush.
‘Intense? we haven’t even begun’
With that she scrubbed with rapid pace over Skye’s stretched out soles.
‘OHHHH AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA WOWWWWWW’
Skye bucked for the first time, flailing in her restraints as the tickling sensation overwhelmed her.
‘FUCK AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH’
Lawrenson with another idea began to increase the pressure applied until it felt like she was near dragging skin from her soles onto the brush.
‘GODHSHAHAHHAHAHAHAHBAHABABAB FUCK HAHAHAHAHABHAHAHA NOOOOOOOIIJIO AHAHHAHAHAHAHAH’
‘Interesting, very interesting’
‘WHAT IS?!?!? HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAUA’
‘Your pain receptors, they don’t log this as pain, I’m brushing at a rate that would cause intense pain for anybody but for you it seems to only transmit as the peak of your ticklishness’
‘FUCK GAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH’
Skye laughed away, her mind slowly absorbing this information as she knew it was fact, she had never felt any sensation, besides emotion that was rare, and she suppressed.
This, this was different, unbearably opening her eyes to worlds she’d never thought possible.
Like a blind person seeing the glory of colours for the first time.
Lawrenson noted the results, once creamy light brown skin, now turning a pinkish red with white lines from the hairbrush imprinting.
‘Ready to give me the code yet?’
‘HAHAHAHHA NEVERT HAHAHHAHAH’
Lawrenson grinned widely.
‘Good’
She pulled the hairbrush away giving Skye a moments respite.
‘Let’s see where else you’re ticklish’
Skye for the first time felt a little nervous as the fingers stopped and she dramatically caught her breath.
She had no idea, up until now, nowhere on her body had been ticklish, but now it was anyone’s guess, and how bad could it be compared to what she just endured.
She braced as Lawrenson began to slowly tease her fingernails up her calves and settling on the backs of her knees.
‘Shshshdkssksksk’
Skye let out a stifled giggle.
‘Does this tickle?’
‘Not much skskskssksk’
This was much more bearable, delicate and gentle, teasing her now vulnerable skin in an almost erotic fashion.
‘How about this?’
Lawrenson transformed her scribbling fingers into a vice and gripped the top of Skye’s knees squeezing quickly and firmly.
‘Woah hahahahahahahahhahaha’
Skye swang her legs up and down as it tickled away.
Lawrenson with the eyes of a hawk began digging with more ferociousness, to the point it was causing her hand discomfort.
‘FUUUUUUUCKCKCKHAHAHAHAHAHAH’
Skye threw herself around wildly as the tickling hit a height, much like it did with her feet, before steadily destroying her struggled composure.
Lawrenson quipped
‘Ohhh, it’s everywhere, I can dig in painfully and you only receive it as tickling, ohhh poor little thing’
Skye knew she was messing with her, it was becoming completely overwhelming for her, yet a life of feeling nothing, lacking entirely of sensation led to a confusing emotion, she craved more.
Lawrenson relented as her hands began to cramp and started to dance her nails along the soft flesh of her inner thighs working her way upwards.
‘Ooohhhh ahhahahaha’
Skye couldn’t contain her laughter as the fingers worked around her pussy tickling softly.
‘Are you ready to tell me the code yet?’
Skye shook her head as she laughed mildly.
‘Very well’
She dug in once more to the inner thigh muscles, where the leg connects to the pelvis and clawed around, leaving instant red marks.
‘WOJAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SHITJTTTTT AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH’
Skye was becoming more frantic, her hair now frazzled and starting to stick to her face as her body perspired.
‘Such a tickly little girl’
‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH’
Skye normally so used to being in control was flopping around under the mayhem inducing fingers, it was insane, she needed it to stop but at the same time didn’t want it to end.
How could she?
What if she never felt sensation again after this?
It was barbarically intoxicating.
‘Whats the code?’
‘ILL AHAHAHAHNEVAHHAHAHHAHAHAH TELL YOUUUUUUU AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA’
Skye remembered the job on offer, the only time she’d forgotten in her memory, her mind foggy and overtaken by this lunacy.
Lawrenson moved her hands upwardly into Skye’s hips digging around once more with the same intensity as one might squeeze an empty tube of toothpaste.
‘MY GODHDHSHDHAHHAHAHAHAHAH’
‘Your god won’t save you now, no one will, the only saviour you have is that code’
Skye trembled as she twisted, losing her breath and crumbling under the intensity.
‘What’s the code?’
‘HHAHAHAHAHAHAH FUCK YOU AHAHHAHAHAHAHAH’
Lawrenson gawked at Skye’s retaliation.
She had tickled her for now close to ten minutes, with at least half of that time being unrelenting, all out, peak ticklishness for her.
She was impressed at her will power.
‘That’s okay, we’ve got all….night…..long’
Skye began to flush red as her oxygen depleted belly began to ache, the mind games were effective and uncompromising, reminding her of her own sanity being stripped away.
She tried to visualise her signing a contract in some hidden away office to keep her composure as her body was growing tired.
Lawrenson noticing the redness of Skye’s cheeks ceased momentarily.
‘You’re doing well Skye, only one hour to go’
Skye assumed she was lying, but was unable to respond as she lay there panting heavily in a slumped mess.
A few seconds went by when Skye’s breath returned to more normalised proportions and Lawrenson began running flickering nails up and down her sides and over her toned abs.
‘Oohhh ahahahahahahahahahah’
Skye’s resolve had dwindled.
The once soft bearable tickles were becoming more effective, more deliberate.
‘All you have to do is give me the code’
‘Nevahhhahahahahhah’
Lawrenson resumed her onslaught, digging her fingers into her ribs hard as steel.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHHAHABABAHABABABBABABABABBABAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH’
This tickling was more intense than anything up to this point.
This was chaos, her ribs were being destroyed almost instantaneously by these devastating fingers digging away in her bones.
Lawrenson resumed her mind destruction
‘Ohhhh seems I’ve found the hotspot, your ribbies are your most tickly little place, looks like I’ll keep this up until you tell me the code’
Skye was a mess.
Part of her wanted to give the code as the tickling was monstrous, it would have been like being repeatedly stabbed for anyone else, but for Skye, was the most ticklish sensation imaginable.
There was a part of her becoming smaller and smaller that stayed strong, visualising her new career, and a twinge of unhinged excitement.
It didn’t matter anyhow.
Skye could do nothing but laugh, the tickling engulfing every fibre of her being.
Lawrenson glared away at her writhing subject, with a hint of sadism coursing through her.
Distracted by it, letting her mind wander from the task at hand and into admiring the glistening beauty, laughing away under her devilish fingers.
‘HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAB STYTHAHAHAHAHAHHAHABAAHHA STOP AHAHAHAHHAHA’
Skye could barely gain enough breath to gasp out for the tickling to stop.
‘Tell me the code’
Skye wriggled with all her might as her ribs were tickled incessantly and without break.
Her skin turned a reddish colour as though asphyxiated and burning up.
Her body glistening with beads of sweat dripping around her helpless, vulnerable figure.
She had tears forming in her eyes under the prolonged torture.
Lawrenson was sure she had her broken when she witnessed Skye shaking her head no, before returning to wriggling away.
She was dumbfounded, how could she keep her cool under the torture, nobody had lasted pain this long in her experience, let alone the non stop torture she was committing onto her.
She moved her fingers to dashing around aimlessly, wiggling them in her armpits as Skye crumbled under the difference in sensation.
Her eyes bulging and filled with tears.
‘Code now and this all goes away’
Skye needed it to stop, she was exhausted, being tickled for what had to be close to an hour now, gasping for breath as much as she could, the whole journey left her almost broken.
But the excitement, the sheer madness of it all.
She yearned her whole life for sensation and the intensity of a lifetime without it, mixed with the brutal tickling she had never experienced before sent her over the edge.
Her legs trembled and she felt her pussy dampening.
Lawrenson noticed her nipples stiffening and poking through her bra.
It was mesmerising watching those cute pointy nipples on edge and coming out to say hello to her.
She licked her lips at the sight before her, readying herself to blast her fingers on random places over Skye’s body sporadically to keep her on edge.
Skye bucked each and every way as fingers exploited her armpits, ribs, belly, sides, hips, pussy, thighs, knees, and feet as some kind of twisted dance.
Her body was in agony, sharp nails left marks all over her sexy sweaty body and had her flapping about like a distressed bird.
Lawrenson looked down and could see her thong starting to sink into her clearly excited pussy.
‘What’s the code?’
‘HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAB’
‘This all goes away if you just tell me the code’
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA NO’
‘Just a few little words’
‘NEVER’
Lawrenson checked the timer she had set, unbeknownst to Skye, there was a minute left.
She ditched her tactics and returned to scrubbing the hairbrush over Skye’s soles, frantically brushing away as though her life depended on it.
Skye went ballistic.
‘HAHAHHAHAHHAHSHHABHSHDBBDBB FUCKS AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH’
Her words barely comprehensible.
Lawrenson watched intently at Skye bucked with all her might.
‘Last chance Skye or this will go on all night long, I have nowhere to be until tomorrow and I’m having too much fun’
‘FUCK HAHAHSBSHSHSHHSHSHHSHSHBAHSBB YOU’
Skye blurted out when her lungs allowed.
beep
Lawrenson stopped tickling and unbuckled Skye’s ankles promptly.
‘Well Skye, I’m impressed, you held out incredibly well, even with the thought of this going on all night’
Skye could do nothing but blow hot air in her exasperated state.
‘I’ll send you a location tomorrow to come and meet me for your contract to be signed, congratulations detective’
Skye could barely understand what was happening as her body calmed down.
‘I’ll keep your arms tied as I use the antidote, don’t want you hurting yourself or me’
‘NOOOO’
Lawrenson froze as Skye had shouted so suddenly, startling her.
‘What do you mean no?’
‘Please don’t use the antidote’
Lawrenson was mouth open in shock as she looked Skye up and down, taking in all her glory.
Her matted hair stuck to her face, her mascara running down her eyes, her body soaked as though she’d just got out of a swimming pool, breathing heavy and rasped.
She glanced at her swollen pussy lips displaying through her thong and perky nipples lifting her bra and understood.
She knew she should supply the antidote but no one could inflict more than she had just given her and she wouldn’t have broken anyway had it gone on for even longer.
She shook her head and untied her hands.
‘Seems someone’s a naughty girl’
As she laughed.
Skye smiled before whimpering out
‘Apparently’
