ThePurpleQuill
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Okay, this is getting really tiresome.
Her very first thought is one of exacerbation, as once again, Detective Lara Parsons slowly rouses herself from an unexpected slumber, having no idea as to how long she has been out, but finding that she has been placed in yet another perilous predicament like nothing she has been in before: she is standing upright, with thick leather cuffs fitting snugly around her wrists, hoisting them high above her head as they sit at the ends of large chains hanging from hooks in the ceiling above. She can hear a slight jingle with every motion she makes, the only indicator of the pair of small padlocks behind her wrists that secure them to their position. Surprisingly though, she finds her ankles have been left unbound, giving her a wide range of motion as she balances upon the balls of her bare feet. Given just how hands-on her captor was with the two of them earlier that night, it is astounding just how much of an oversight she would let slip past her, giving Lara the capacity to land one good roundhouse kick to her jaw when she eventually comes too close which, as she knows, is bound to happen.
Looking down the length of her person, Lara now discovers herself clad in a black two-piece bikini, its skimpy coverage making her grimace at the thought of being forced to endure a style choice far too revealing for a woman of her profession. Just how attractive she must be in such an outfit did not escape her, feeling that such a toned body was well-earned and deserving to be displayed in its most complementary form. However, even if it did keep her womanly parts fully covered, it would not be something she would be comfortable with wearing in any situation, public or private, as the conservatively dressed woman that she is. But even if she were comfortable with wearing it, Lara knows it did not ultimately matter, as she is too sharp not to know what the purpose of dressing her in such exposing attire truly is: vulnerability.
Putting her in such revealing clothing was not only meant to make her feel more exposed, but to make her more helpless to what is about to transpire, for as far as she can tell, Lara is still in the same place she was before being knocked unconscious the second time, just in a different room. As well, she must also admit that she still finds herself in the clutches of the deranged woman who introduced herself as Headmistress Xena, a name which would indicate that she fancies herself to be some sort of disciplinarian, and if she is correct, then it is her victims that are to be punished. She remembers, before having been knocked unconscious by the deranged woman, being told of an impending questioning, one regarding a certain case she was working on that she would need information from, and as she has learned through conducting her past interrogations, comfort is not in the equation when staring down someone with the information you are looking for.
However, as much as Lara tries to figure out just what case she could be referring to, she finds herself completely incapable of thinking of any single one she could ultimately be questioned about. It was true that there was no shortage of cases she had cracked during her decorated career on the force, making a name for herself taking down some of the worst criminals the Big Apple had to offer. However, based on what she could glean from their first interaction, it did not seem as though the deranged woman would have anything to do with the big city crime syndicates she dealt with on a daily basis. If anything, Lara had kept clear of those cases most likely concerning the woman, including the one having to do with the corrections officer, one from a short mention by the woman whose case was at best a local matter and nothing more. The more she tries to put the pieces together, the more she realizes the greater likelihood is that the woman is merely playing a game with Lara, using the excuse of an interrogation to play out her sick fantasies with three law enforcement officers at her disposal, and that Lara is only wasting her mental energies by trying to reason with herself otherwise.
Whatever the case, it was imperative that Detective Parsons mentally prepare herself for the tortures that may ensue, no matter how unbearable they may turn out to be, for as the high ranking official that she is, the safety of her community and loved ones ultimately depends on it.
“Well Miss Detective,” a woman’s voice suddenly pierces through the silence, as Lara’s eyes dart to the corner of the room, seeing the silhouette of Headmistress Xena exit from the shadows. “Are you ready?” She slowly walks towards the bound officer, her sky high heels clasping against the concrete below her feet. Hands atop her hips, she gazes seductively upon her victim, her eyes moving over the entire span of Lara’s body as though she is visually devouring such a delectable sight she has prepared for herself. Despite such an unsettling position she finds herself in, Detective Parsons remains calmly detached, addressing the leather-clad dominatrix with the same coy demeanor she would a drug kingpin during a high-stakes interrogation.
“Whatever it is you think you’re going to get out of me, you might as well not even bother,” Lara tells her, not giving one hint of fear or apprehension as the words calmly fall from her lips with ease. “I am an officer of the law and, as such, have an undying commitment to preserving the safety and security of my community first and foremost, even at the sacrifice of my own safety and security, so whatever it is you plan on doing to me now, just know that you couldn’t get a baking recipe out of me, even if you tried. Now, if you would please do yourself a favor, and release me before you get yourself into any more trouble.” She looks the woman right in the eye, having given her a lifeline, as she tries to figure out whether she could actually listen to reason, and as it turns out, based on her shift in body language, it appears as though she can.
“You’re right,” Xena tells her, making Lara almost gasp in surprise, catching herself as not to seem too excited with her successful negotiation. “I know it’s useless to try, given that you’re not one of those spineless little girls who spilled the beans the minute I walked into the room. No, you have something that they just don’t: principles, and I just can’t go up against that. So, you’re free to go, Miss Parsons. Please know that this had nothing to do with you: I was only trying to get back at those two, and since I already have, there’s no reason to keep you around any longer.” Slowly, the woman begins approaching Lara from behind, wielding a small key from her neck that fits perfectly into the locks on her wrists. With just a few twists here, and a few pulls there, she unlocks both of them, letting Lara’s arms fall to her sides, giving her the ability to stand on the flats of her feet. As confident as Lara is in her negotiation abilities, she is not one to put all her eggs in one basket, knowing that this could just be yet another trap for her to inadvertently walk into. However, all she was concerned with now was getting out of there as soon as possible.
“You’ve made the right choice here, young lady,” Lara tells her, the bit of a patronizing tone in her voice probably being the last thing she should be utilizing. “But I’m not leaving without the others, so unless you intend to free them too, I can’t...”
“Already done,” Xena interrupts her, surprising the seasoned detective with her newfound candor. “I’ve already gotten all that I need out of the two of them. I packed them into the trunk of your car together. All you have to do is drive them back into town, muster up some reinforcements, and try to catch me before I escape. You won’t find me, but you can try.” Normally, she would engage in some witty back-and-forth with her suspect for a bit longer, giving her the opportunity to get a good word in that would make her memoir that much more enticing for the big publishers, but not this time, as she could only hope to find her way back to her car before the woman changed her mind. Even if she was lying, and those two derelict officers were not there, it would not matter to Lara, as she could always find her way back to the house with reinforcements, just as long as she was safe and sound. Just as she begins to turn away from Xena towards the door, Detective Parsons is stopped once again.
“But, you know, there was always something I wondered,” says Xena, making the detective stop dead in her tracks by the ominous tone in her voice alone. “Just why is it you don’t like coming out here in the woods, hmm? So strange, a woman like yourself would find it not worth your while to take some time for yourself out here in the quiet solitude. Is it because of...these?” Little did Lara know that, nestled behind Xena back, there was a small remote hanging from her belt, one that she is holding in her left hand. Flipping the switch on the top of the remote, Xena prompts several churning mechanisms in the floor to sound, as a compartment slowly opens up in the middle of the floor behind Lara, one that hides a twelve foot pit in the floor. It is pitch black, with nothing but the slight sound of high-pitched chirping of some kind emanating from below, a sound Lara can’t quite put her finger on. However, shining a light down into the pit, it is revealed to be filled with various types of creepy crawlies, making Lara go white as a sheet being so close to her deepest darkest fear.
So now the plan has come to light: having lulled Lara into a false sense of security, Xena has finally sprung her trap, confronting the officer with the prospect of being treated to her worst fear, one that she could have never anticipated would ever come to light. She turns around, catching the sight of Xena grasping her by the shoulders, as she shoves the detective towards the open pit. A helpless scream exits Lara’s gullet, echoing off the concrete walls, as time seems to slow to a crawl deep in the officer’s mind. With catlike reflexes, Lara swiftly grasps at the sides of the pit, her wingspan just long enough to be able to catch herself on both sides, though having little to no length left to herself. Her feet also take hold of the corners of the pit, desperately digging her toes into the concrete as much as she can, knowing what leverage she can get will be precious. As she looks up towards the ceiling, trying to beg to whatever god she has forgotten to pray to, she catches sight of the devilish woman looming over her.
“I’m sure you’re wondering: how did she know? Just how did the bitch know?” Xena asks her rhetorically, placing her index finger on her chin in an inquisitive fashion. “You can thank Dr. Wollitz for that, having such a flimsy firewall up on that dinosaur of a computer of his. Oh yes, I was also an amateur hacker in college, and just so happened to find my way into your therapist’s session logs while you were sleeping like a baby moments ago. Quite an interesting read, Miss Repressed Lesbianic Fantasies.” She gazes up at the woman in a mixture of rage and terror, knowing she would be tearing the woman’s hair out if she weren’t preoccupied at the moment in saving herself from a swim. Beads of sweat begin dripping from her forehead, down to the pit of despair below, the first sign that her ironclad composure is slowly tearing at the seams, a bad sign knowing Xena hasn’t really had to lift one finger to do so.
“So Detective, now that I have your full and undivided attention, let me tell you just what is on my mind: yes, that guard Miss Williams pinned her entire enterprise on just happened to be my older brother Wyatt, something I’m sure you were going to figure out one way or another. Now, like I said, Wyatt was certainly not the poster child for a clean life, but he did have a knack for getting the inmates to trust him with their life’s troubles, which in fact made him the perfect business partner for me.” The more she speaks, the more concerned Lara becomes, mistaking this woman for a deranged sexual deviant who she merely had the misfortune of crossing paths with, now realizing she could be right up there with the class of criminals she deals with on a daily basis.
“You see, I’m not just your run of the mill leather-clad dominatrix, no way, but an enterprising young woman with the means of getting anybody for anybody, if you catch my drift. By getting the details of these inmates’ loved ones, those who were more than likely suffering in persistent poverty, it gave me the ability to reach out to them in their time of need, offering a substantial cash reward for just a night of “selective service,” something I knew they just could not pass up. Now, upon arresting him, they confiscated his laptop and phone containing all the details regarding our business arrangement. You’re going to give me the exact location as to where it is located in your office. That way, when I start lubricating the gears, they’ll know exactly how to turn.” Unfortunately for Lara, that was the exact piece of information she had: having researched the case of the missing corrections officer, Detective Parsons combed over all the details of his arrest, knowing the exact location of the evidence lest she have to have access to it later.
“Oh, and in case you were wondering, young lady,” Xena begins to tease her, once again reaching behind her, as Lara’s eyes widen in sheer anticipation. “If they just so happened to find themselves with a bit too much pride then, well, they’d find themselves in the exact position you’re in, giving me the opportunity to convince them otherwise. So, the choice is yours, Miss Detective: the information, or else.” She takes her hands, revealing a pair of painter’s brushes, as she kneels herself just over Lara’s outstretched form. Taking the two brushes, she begins gently caressing them over the freshly shaven flesh of Lara’s exposed underarms. It starts with a sputter, a slight pocket of air being ejected from her tightly pursed lips, having no ability to stop it beyond what she already deemed her best effort. What toils and hardships she had amassed from her years as a city cop hardening her to the horrors of life could not have prepared her to endure this, to be tested by such a childish weakness, in the hopes of extracting valuable information from her, lest she succumb to a fate that she has deemed time and time again worse to her than death.
“I bet you want to strangle me right now, don’t you?” Xena teases her, watching the look in her eyes go from fury to pity in a near instant. “I bet you think there would be no better sensation in the world than to reach out right now and crush my windpipe in one grasp. I can tell you’ve been thinking about it, judging the distance between you and me, trying to figure out if you could find some way to take hold of me before falling, if only you were just quick enough to do so. Well, go ahead, I dare you. But be warned: the minute you fall is the minute you spend the night down there, so you’d better believe it would be worth it, because there is no turning back.” She was right: nothing in her right mind told her to risk it, and yet, the more she succumbs to these ticklish sensations, the more she was tempted to do something drastic, and spilling the beans on the location Xena was after was unfortunately the last thing she wanted to do.
“Hmm, I tire of such tools after a while,” Xena tells her, tossing the brushes towards the corners of the room, displaying her sharpened talons in a clawlike fashion right in front of Lara’s watering eyes. “Sometimes, it is the simplest solution that is the most effective. Wouldn’t you agree?” She suddenly takes said claws and, with ruthless precision, directs them straight into Lara’s underarms, her quivering biceps showing just how instantaneous the reaction to it is. She tries to fight it, holding it back as long as she can but, in just mere moments, every ounce of resistance left in Lara’s being suddenly abandons her when she needs it most.
“STTAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!” Lara finally screams at the tops of her lungs, the tears now free falling down her cheeks, hoping that there is some semblance of humanity left in her captor to relieve her of her suffering. “NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO MOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHREEEEHEHEHEHEHE!!” She knows this will be the end of her, that eventually, she will go falling into that pit filled with unknown creepy crawlies that inhabit her darkest nightmares, all because she chose to be a good cop over being a smart woman. She can feel every muscle in her body start to tremble, hoping to mentally convince her limbs that such a fate is not destined, only to realize that what her body decides to do from here on out is no longer under her own control, but that of Xena who, at this moment, is enjoying every moment of it.
Over the course of several excruciating minutes, the leather clad vixen finds her way across the toned body of the lustful city cop, indulging in the mixture of straining pleading and desperate laughter that is so much sweeter when it comes from the heart. Like a predator, Xena corners her prey, finding the right angle in which to attack for maximum effect. For her, she has found the light caressing of Lara’s ribs to be most effective in teasing her, giving her but a taste of what is about to commence. However, as she finds her way down to her protruding hips, she discovers an entirely new method of teasing her, almost threatening her with the new spot if the old one even begins to get tired. It’s a game for Xena now, almost like hide and seek, but instead of Xena trying to find a person, she is merely trying to find the spot the one spot that will push poor Lara over the edge, and rather than Lara trying to hide herself from being caught, she is trying to hide that last bit of sanity left inside her head, lest Xena find it and tear it to pieces right before her very eyes.
“Are you having as much fun as I am, Miss Big City Detective?” Xena teases the distraught woman, knowing it is only a matter of time before she gets what she wants which, in this case, could be either the information or the downfall of Lara. “Well, lucky for you, I’m a bit of an impatient woman, so I’ll just cut to the chase.” She reaches around again, now revealing a set of five vibrating eggs, each with a plume of feathers attached to them, along with a roll of medical tape. One by one, she places them at strategic positions across Lara’s body, with two in her underarms, one on her belly, and two at the bottoms of her feet, those which barely grasp the edges of the concrete pit by the tips of her toes. As she finishes, standing over Lara with another remote in her hands, Xena watches as the last shred of sanity falls from her psyche.
“Countdown in ten...nine...begin!” she says suddenly, activating all five eggs remotely, watching Lara’s entire body begin vibrating like nothing before. She lets out an almighty shriek, with Xena’s ears ringing as she watches as cascades of forced laughter escape the buxom woman’s straining throat. She can see her fingers and toes beginning to slip, finding the resilience in her person failing so obviously as she gets closer and closer to falling into the pit. However, just as it seems she is finally going to fall, the utterly unthinkable happens: she caves.
“IT’S IN PRECINCT 13!!” Lara screams frantically. “IT’S BEING KEPT IN THE EVIDENCE ROOM, SLOT 37B, THIRD SHELF FROM THE DOOR, LABELED BELMONT, W!! JUST STOP, PLEASE!!” Like a switch being flipped, Xena obeys her command, shutting off the eggs as Lara is given a break. Her limbs still trembling, Lara only finds herself upright through sheer willpower, her gasping breath betraying the physical strain this endeavor has been putting on her. However, just what mental strain has been placed on her thus far is something time will only tell.
“Ah yes, of course! Precinct 13 is Desmond’s territory,” Xena says, making Lara shiver that the woman knows exactly who the commanding officer is at the precinct. “Oh, I’ve hosted quite a few of his nocturnal pleasures over the years. Yes, but he has requested a few unorthodox additions to his sessions I initially refused. I’m sure, if I give in just once, he’d be open to handing me the evidence I seek.” She turns back towards the officer, kneeling back down as she starts to address Lara directly.
“You know, I almost believed you would never betray your oath, seeing as you are an officer of the law, sworn to protect the public even at your own expense,” Xena taunts her with her own words, receiving a gaze that is as vengeful as it is pathetically helpless. “In fact, you were so forthcoming with the information that it makes me think: just what else must you be dying to tell me? So long as you are in such a predicament, it would be wrong of me not to use this opportunity to get every last shred of intel I can out of such a celebrity in my presence. I’m sure I’ll get to know all about you in the coming hours. Let’s start with something easy: how many times a day do you pleasure yourself to the thought of a dominant woman being in control of you. Keep in mind: there is only one right answer.” With a devilish gaze in her eyes, Xena once again activates the vibrating eggs, watching as Lara is again thrown into a maelstrom of ticklish agony, all the while dangling above a fate that seems more inevitable now than it did mere moments ago.
Now, with two of her favorite law enforcement officers having been suitably broken in, along with one about to be shortly, it was time for Headmistress Xena to start considering the future she would choose to have with each one of them, for though she would wish to keep all three of them as her personal tickle slaves, it did not escape her just how risky that would be, given that any one of them could escape at any point as she was having her fun with the others. No, she had to choose before the choice was ultimately made for her.
And besides, she did have a business to run.
Her very first thought is one of exacerbation, as once again, Detective Lara Parsons slowly rouses herself from an unexpected slumber, having no idea as to how long she has been out, but finding that she has been placed in yet another perilous predicament like nothing she has been in before: she is standing upright, with thick leather cuffs fitting snugly around her wrists, hoisting them high above her head as they sit at the ends of large chains hanging from hooks in the ceiling above. She can hear a slight jingle with every motion she makes, the only indicator of the pair of small padlocks behind her wrists that secure them to their position. Surprisingly though, she finds her ankles have been left unbound, giving her a wide range of motion as she balances upon the balls of her bare feet. Given just how hands-on her captor was with the two of them earlier that night, it is astounding just how much of an oversight she would let slip past her, giving Lara the capacity to land one good roundhouse kick to her jaw when she eventually comes too close which, as she knows, is bound to happen.
Looking down the length of her person, Lara now discovers herself clad in a black two-piece bikini, its skimpy coverage making her grimace at the thought of being forced to endure a style choice far too revealing for a woman of her profession. Just how attractive she must be in such an outfit did not escape her, feeling that such a toned body was well-earned and deserving to be displayed in its most complementary form. However, even if it did keep her womanly parts fully covered, it would not be something she would be comfortable with wearing in any situation, public or private, as the conservatively dressed woman that she is. But even if she were comfortable with wearing it, Lara knows it did not ultimately matter, as she is too sharp not to know what the purpose of dressing her in such exposing attire truly is: vulnerability.
Putting her in such revealing clothing was not only meant to make her feel more exposed, but to make her more helpless to what is about to transpire, for as far as she can tell, Lara is still in the same place she was before being knocked unconscious the second time, just in a different room. As well, she must also admit that she still finds herself in the clutches of the deranged woman who introduced herself as Headmistress Xena, a name which would indicate that she fancies herself to be some sort of disciplinarian, and if she is correct, then it is her victims that are to be punished. She remembers, before having been knocked unconscious by the deranged woman, being told of an impending questioning, one regarding a certain case she was working on that she would need information from, and as she has learned through conducting her past interrogations, comfort is not in the equation when staring down someone with the information you are looking for.
However, as much as Lara tries to figure out just what case she could be referring to, she finds herself completely incapable of thinking of any single one she could ultimately be questioned about. It was true that there was no shortage of cases she had cracked during her decorated career on the force, making a name for herself taking down some of the worst criminals the Big Apple had to offer. However, based on what she could glean from their first interaction, it did not seem as though the deranged woman would have anything to do with the big city crime syndicates she dealt with on a daily basis. If anything, Lara had kept clear of those cases most likely concerning the woman, including the one having to do with the corrections officer, one from a short mention by the woman whose case was at best a local matter and nothing more. The more she tries to put the pieces together, the more she realizes the greater likelihood is that the woman is merely playing a game with Lara, using the excuse of an interrogation to play out her sick fantasies with three law enforcement officers at her disposal, and that Lara is only wasting her mental energies by trying to reason with herself otherwise.
Whatever the case, it was imperative that Detective Parsons mentally prepare herself for the tortures that may ensue, no matter how unbearable they may turn out to be, for as the high ranking official that she is, the safety of her community and loved ones ultimately depends on it.
“Well Miss Detective,” a woman’s voice suddenly pierces through the silence, as Lara’s eyes dart to the corner of the room, seeing the silhouette of Headmistress Xena exit from the shadows. “Are you ready?” She slowly walks towards the bound officer, her sky high heels clasping against the concrete below her feet. Hands atop her hips, she gazes seductively upon her victim, her eyes moving over the entire span of Lara’s body as though she is visually devouring such a delectable sight she has prepared for herself. Despite such an unsettling position she finds herself in, Detective Parsons remains calmly detached, addressing the leather-clad dominatrix with the same coy demeanor she would a drug kingpin during a high-stakes interrogation.
“Whatever it is you think you’re going to get out of me, you might as well not even bother,” Lara tells her, not giving one hint of fear or apprehension as the words calmly fall from her lips with ease. “I am an officer of the law and, as such, have an undying commitment to preserving the safety and security of my community first and foremost, even at the sacrifice of my own safety and security, so whatever it is you plan on doing to me now, just know that you couldn’t get a baking recipe out of me, even if you tried. Now, if you would please do yourself a favor, and release me before you get yourself into any more trouble.” She looks the woman right in the eye, having given her a lifeline, as she tries to figure out whether she could actually listen to reason, and as it turns out, based on her shift in body language, it appears as though she can.
“You’re right,” Xena tells her, making Lara almost gasp in surprise, catching herself as not to seem too excited with her successful negotiation. “I know it’s useless to try, given that you’re not one of those spineless little girls who spilled the beans the minute I walked into the room. No, you have something that they just don’t: principles, and I just can’t go up against that. So, you’re free to go, Miss Parsons. Please know that this had nothing to do with you: I was only trying to get back at those two, and since I already have, there’s no reason to keep you around any longer.” Slowly, the woman begins approaching Lara from behind, wielding a small key from her neck that fits perfectly into the locks on her wrists. With just a few twists here, and a few pulls there, she unlocks both of them, letting Lara’s arms fall to her sides, giving her the ability to stand on the flats of her feet. As confident as Lara is in her negotiation abilities, she is not one to put all her eggs in one basket, knowing that this could just be yet another trap for her to inadvertently walk into. However, all she was concerned with now was getting out of there as soon as possible.
“You’ve made the right choice here, young lady,” Lara tells her, the bit of a patronizing tone in her voice probably being the last thing she should be utilizing. “But I’m not leaving without the others, so unless you intend to free them too, I can’t...”
“Already done,” Xena interrupts her, surprising the seasoned detective with her newfound candor. “I’ve already gotten all that I need out of the two of them. I packed them into the trunk of your car together. All you have to do is drive them back into town, muster up some reinforcements, and try to catch me before I escape. You won’t find me, but you can try.” Normally, she would engage in some witty back-and-forth with her suspect for a bit longer, giving her the opportunity to get a good word in that would make her memoir that much more enticing for the big publishers, but not this time, as she could only hope to find her way back to her car before the woman changed her mind. Even if she was lying, and those two derelict officers were not there, it would not matter to Lara, as she could always find her way back to the house with reinforcements, just as long as she was safe and sound. Just as she begins to turn away from Xena towards the door, Detective Parsons is stopped once again.
“But, you know, there was always something I wondered,” says Xena, making the detective stop dead in her tracks by the ominous tone in her voice alone. “Just why is it you don’t like coming out here in the woods, hmm? So strange, a woman like yourself would find it not worth your while to take some time for yourself out here in the quiet solitude. Is it because of...these?” Little did Lara know that, nestled behind Xena back, there was a small remote hanging from her belt, one that she is holding in her left hand. Flipping the switch on the top of the remote, Xena prompts several churning mechanisms in the floor to sound, as a compartment slowly opens up in the middle of the floor behind Lara, one that hides a twelve foot pit in the floor. It is pitch black, with nothing but the slight sound of high-pitched chirping of some kind emanating from below, a sound Lara can’t quite put her finger on. However, shining a light down into the pit, it is revealed to be filled with various types of creepy crawlies, making Lara go white as a sheet being so close to her deepest darkest fear.
So now the plan has come to light: having lulled Lara into a false sense of security, Xena has finally sprung her trap, confronting the officer with the prospect of being treated to her worst fear, one that she could have never anticipated would ever come to light. She turns around, catching the sight of Xena grasping her by the shoulders, as she shoves the detective towards the open pit. A helpless scream exits Lara’s gullet, echoing off the concrete walls, as time seems to slow to a crawl deep in the officer’s mind. With catlike reflexes, Lara swiftly grasps at the sides of the pit, her wingspan just long enough to be able to catch herself on both sides, though having little to no length left to herself. Her feet also take hold of the corners of the pit, desperately digging her toes into the concrete as much as she can, knowing what leverage she can get will be precious. As she looks up towards the ceiling, trying to beg to whatever god she has forgotten to pray to, she catches sight of the devilish woman looming over her.
“I’m sure you’re wondering: how did she know? Just how did the bitch know?” Xena asks her rhetorically, placing her index finger on her chin in an inquisitive fashion. “You can thank Dr. Wollitz for that, having such a flimsy firewall up on that dinosaur of a computer of his. Oh yes, I was also an amateur hacker in college, and just so happened to find my way into your therapist’s session logs while you were sleeping like a baby moments ago. Quite an interesting read, Miss Repressed Lesbianic Fantasies.” She gazes up at the woman in a mixture of rage and terror, knowing she would be tearing the woman’s hair out if she weren’t preoccupied at the moment in saving herself from a swim. Beads of sweat begin dripping from her forehead, down to the pit of despair below, the first sign that her ironclad composure is slowly tearing at the seams, a bad sign knowing Xena hasn’t really had to lift one finger to do so.
“So Detective, now that I have your full and undivided attention, let me tell you just what is on my mind: yes, that guard Miss Williams pinned her entire enterprise on just happened to be my older brother Wyatt, something I’m sure you were going to figure out one way or another. Now, like I said, Wyatt was certainly not the poster child for a clean life, but he did have a knack for getting the inmates to trust him with their life’s troubles, which in fact made him the perfect business partner for me.” The more she speaks, the more concerned Lara becomes, mistaking this woman for a deranged sexual deviant who she merely had the misfortune of crossing paths with, now realizing she could be right up there with the class of criminals she deals with on a daily basis.
“You see, I’m not just your run of the mill leather-clad dominatrix, no way, but an enterprising young woman with the means of getting anybody for anybody, if you catch my drift. By getting the details of these inmates’ loved ones, those who were more than likely suffering in persistent poverty, it gave me the ability to reach out to them in their time of need, offering a substantial cash reward for just a night of “selective service,” something I knew they just could not pass up. Now, upon arresting him, they confiscated his laptop and phone containing all the details regarding our business arrangement. You’re going to give me the exact location as to where it is located in your office. That way, when I start lubricating the gears, they’ll know exactly how to turn.” Unfortunately for Lara, that was the exact piece of information she had: having researched the case of the missing corrections officer, Detective Parsons combed over all the details of his arrest, knowing the exact location of the evidence lest she have to have access to it later.
“Oh, and in case you were wondering, young lady,” Xena begins to tease her, once again reaching behind her, as Lara’s eyes widen in sheer anticipation. “If they just so happened to find themselves with a bit too much pride then, well, they’d find themselves in the exact position you’re in, giving me the opportunity to convince them otherwise. So, the choice is yours, Miss Detective: the information, or else.” She takes her hands, revealing a pair of painter’s brushes, as she kneels herself just over Lara’s outstretched form. Taking the two brushes, she begins gently caressing them over the freshly shaven flesh of Lara’s exposed underarms. It starts with a sputter, a slight pocket of air being ejected from her tightly pursed lips, having no ability to stop it beyond what she already deemed her best effort. What toils and hardships she had amassed from her years as a city cop hardening her to the horrors of life could not have prepared her to endure this, to be tested by such a childish weakness, in the hopes of extracting valuable information from her, lest she succumb to a fate that she has deemed time and time again worse to her than death.
“I bet you want to strangle me right now, don’t you?” Xena teases her, watching the look in her eyes go from fury to pity in a near instant. “I bet you think there would be no better sensation in the world than to reach out right now and crush my windpipe in one grasp. I can tell you’ve been thinking about it, judging the distance between you and me, trying to figure out if you could find some way to take hold of me before falling, if only you were just quick enough to do so. Well, go ahead, I dare you. But be warned: the minute you fall is the minute you spend the night down there, so you’d better believe it would be worth it, because there is no turning back.” She was right: nothing in her right mind told her to risk it, and yet, the more she succumbs to these ticklish sensations, the more she was tempted to do something drastic, and spilling the beans on the location Xena was after was unfortunately the last thing she wanted to do.
“Hmm, I tire of such tools after a while,” Xena tells her, tossing the brushes towards the corners of the room, displaying her sharpened talons in a clawlike fashion right in front of Lara’s watering eyes. “Sometimes, it is the simplest solution that is the most effective. Wouldn’t you agree?” She suddenly takes said claws and, with ruthless precision, directs them straight into Lara’s underarms, her quivering biceps showing just how instantaneous the reaction to it is. She tries to fight it, holding it back as long as she can but, in just mere moments, every ounce of resistance left in Lara’s being suddenly abandons her when she needs it most.
“STTAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!” Lara finally screams at the tops of her lungs, the tears now free falling down her cheeks, hoping that there is some semblance of humanity left in her captor to relieve her of her suffering. “NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO MOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHREEEEHEHEHEHEHE!!” She knows this will be the end of her, that eventually, she will go falling into that pit filled with unknown creepy crawlies that inhabit her darkest nightmares, all because she chose to be a good cop over being a smart woman. She can feel every muscle in her body start to tremble, hoping to mentally convince her limbs that such a fate is not destined, only to realize that what her body decides to do from here on out is no longer under her own control, but that of Xena who, at this moment, is enjoying every moment of it.
Over the course of several excruciating minutes, the leather clad vixen finds her way across the toned body of the lustful city cop, indulging in the mixture of straining pleading and desperate laughter that is so much sweeter when it comes from the heart. Like a predator, Xena corners her prey, finding the right angle in which to attack for maximum effect. For her, she has found the light caressing of Lara’s ribs to be most effective in teasing her, giving her but a taste of what is about to commence. However, as she finds her way down to her protruding hips, she discovers an entirely new method of teasing her, almost threatening her with the new spot if the old one even begins to get tired. It’s a game for Xena now, almost like hide and seek, but instead of Xena trying to find a person, she is merely trying to find the spot the one spot that will push poor Lara over the edge, and rather than Lara trying to hide herself from being caught, she is trying to hide that last bit of sanity left inside her head, lest Xena find it and tear it to pieces right before her very eyes.
“Are you having as much fun as I am, Miss Big City Detective?” Xena teases the distraught woman, knowing it is only a matter of time before she gets what she wants which, in this case, could be either the information or the downfall of Lara. “Well, lucky for you, I’m a bit of an impatient woman, so I’ll just cut to the chase.” She reaches around again, now revealing a set of five vibrating eggs, each with a plume of feathers attached to them, along with a roll of medical tape. One by one, she places them at strategic positions across Lara’s body, with two in her underarms, one on her belly, and two at the bottoms of her feet, those which barely grasp the edges of the concrete pit by the tips of her toes. As she finishes, standing over Lara with another remote in her hands, Xena watches as the last shred of sanity falls from her psyche.
“Countdown in ten...nine...begin!” she says suddenly, activating all five eggs remotely, watching Lara’s entire body begin vibrating like nothing before. She lets out an almighty shriek, with Xena’s ears ringing as she watches as cascades of forced laughter escape the buxom woman’s straining throat. She can see her fingers and toes beginning to slip, finding the resilience in her person failing so obviously as she gets closer and closer to falling into the pit. However, just as it seems she is finally going to fall, the utterly unthinkable happens: she caves.
“IT’S IN PRECINCT 13!!” Lara screams frantically. “IT’S BEING KEPT IN THE EVIDENCE ROOM, SLOT 37B, THIRD SHELF FROM THE DOOR, LABELED BELMONT, W!! JUST STOP, PLEASE!!” Like a switch being flipped, Xena obeys her command, shutting off the eggs as Lara is given a break. Her limbs still trembling, Lara only finds herself upright through sheer willpower, her gasping breath betraying the physical strain this endeavor has been putting on her. However, just what mental strain has been placed on her thus far is something time will only tell.
“Ah yes, of course! Precinct 13 is Desmond’s territory,” Xena says, making Lara shiver that the woman knows exactly who the commanding officer is at the precinct. “Oh, I’ve hosted quite a few of his nocturnal pleasures over the years. Yes, but he has requested a few unorthodox additions to his sessions I initially refused. I’m sure, if I give in just once, he’d be open to handing me the evidence I seek.” She turns back towards the officer, kneeling back down as she starts to address Lara directly.
“You know, I almost believed you would never betray your oath, seeing as you are an officer of the law, sworn to protect the public even at your own expense,” Xena taunts her with her own words, receiving a gaze that is as vengeful as it is pathetically helpless. “In fact, you were so forthcoming with the information that it makes me think: just what else must you be dying to tell me? So long as you are in such a predicament, it would be wrong of me not to use this opportunity to get every last shred of intel I can out of such a celebrity in my presence. I’m sure I’ll get to know all about you in the coming hours. Let’s start with something easy: how many times a day do you pleasure yourself to the thought of a dominant woman being in control of you. Keep in mind: there is only one right answer.” With a devilish gaze in her eyes, Xena once again activates the vibrating eggs, watching as Lara is again thrown into a maelstrom of ticklish agony, all the while dangling above a fate that seems more inevitable now than it did mere moments ago.
Now, with two of her favorite law enforcement officers having been suitably broken in, along with one about to be shortly, it was time for Headmistress Xena to start considering the future she would choose to have with each one of them, for though she would wish to keep all three of them as her personal tickle slaves, it did not escape her just how risky that would be, given that any one of them could escape at any point as she was having her fun with the others. No, she had to choose before the choice was ultimately made for her.
And besides, she did have a business to run.
