ThePurpleQuill
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She doesn’t know what it was exactly that finally stirred her out of what was to be a sudden and unexpected slumber: maybe it was the sound of rattling chains emanating from all around her, an unfamiliar sound given how she rarely visits the penitentiary in her day to day duties; maybe it was the way her body was being gently rocked side to side, front and back, almost like someone was desperately trying to get her attention, and she just now was starting to understand; maybe it was just that persistent sense of unease, an unshakable feeling that something terrible was happening right in front of her, all coming from a sixth sense to things she had honed over the years as a New York City detective.
However, if there’s one thing Detective Lara Parsons will soon know for sure, it’s that she might have just been better off staying asleep.
As she slowly begins to open her eyelids, the perceptive woman discovers both she and Deputy Angela Romano have been placed in the center of a small room, one surrounded by piles of clutter that have been meticulously pushed to every side, leaving a space barely eight feet wide for the both of them to inhabit. They have been placed facing each other, with their wrists encased in padded leather cuffs, chained up to a pipe in the ceiling high above their heads, forced into a standing position on the tips of their toes with their toned bodies stretched to their limits. Their right ankles have been chained together as well, hanging in the air right in front of their faces by a rope attached to the very same pipe, all the while their left ankles sit bound to metal eye holes sticking out of the floor below.
Most victims of an unforeseeable imprisonment such as this would find themselves panicking the moment they opened their eyes, having been suddenly confronted with a dire and dastardly predicament they are unable to escape. However, only someone with the ironclad professionalism of Detective Parsons would take this opportunity to survey their surroundings for any clues as to where they might be, and that is exactly what she begins to do: the tight air and musty smell tells her they are somewhere that has very few visitors, with the plumbing lining the ceiling pointing to a residential location, meaning they must still be on the premises of the Wilkerson residence, no doubt in the basement of the house of all places. This is reinforced by the sensation of the cool cement floor kissing the bottom of Lara’s nylon clad foot, having been stripped of her high heels while she was unconscious that are now nowhere to be found.
How long she has been out, Lara cannot say, only that it was long enough for her and her partner to be prepared in such an intricate and strange manner as they find themselves now. In fact, it is this peculiar setup Lara finds most concerning of all, having no logical reason as to bind the two of them together for the sake of interrogation, let alone mitigating any chance of them working together to escape. Not only that, but the fact they kept Lara completely clothed other than her shoes indicates they are most likely dealing with amateurs who have no idea what they are doing, a blessing in this cursed place as far as she can see. It was the sight of Deputy Romano’s bare sole hanging in front of her face she first caught a glimpse of after waking several moments ago, something more comical than threatening as far as she is concerned. However, as her eyes slowly adjust to the bright light of her new surroundings, Detective Parsons is treated to a picture that is certainly no laughing matter.
She first catches sight of Deputy Romano’s face nestled between her hanging arms, now contorting in expressions of horrible agony, as though she were currently suffering a fate like none other. Her cheeks and face have been turned red, showing an amount of physical and mental exertion Lara rarely encounters, the source of which she does not yet know. Several lengths of duct tape are wrapped over her mouth and around her head, layered atop her long black hair behind her, reducing her shrieking cries and horrid grunts to mere murmurs that barely pass her gagged lips. Lara tries to look closer, spotting a bulge nestled underneath the duct tape where her own socks have been used to muffle her shrieks further, only to be surprised by the sight of the young woman thrusting her torso forward as far as she can, swinging back to a neutral position just as quick.
Looking down her person, Detective Parsons finds Angela’s tanned police top splayed open, revealing a set of lacy black lingerie atop her B-cup breasts, her toned abdominals glistening in a light coating of sweat. She can see Angela’s belt has also been loosened, just barely keeping her pants atop her buxom hips, with her black panties peeking out from underneath. Looking down, Detective Parsons notes her shirt buttons scattered across the floor, surely having been sliced off by some means she does not know for sure yet. However, it is then she sees not just one pair of legs standing in front of her, but two, lifting her eyes to see the one thing she missed that was staring her right in the face.
It is a woman, one standing right behind Deputy Romano, with her arms perfectly inserted underneath her loosened police uniform, the reason why Detective Parsons was unable to see her at first. However, as Angela’s top loosens open even further, Lara can just make out what is driving the deputy out of her mind, as she catches sight of ten ruby red nails scraping their way across the officer’s smooth underarms. Sharpened to the point of talons, they glide effortlessly across the supple flesh of Deputy Romano’s armpits, tantalizing every nerve ending much to the young woman’s utter dismay. Pinching and prodding deep into the tender quivering muscle, the woman employs surgical precision to entice the horrid variety of sounds and reactions out of her unwilling victim, a true master of her craft as far as Detective Parsons is made soon aware. She tries to reason with herself just what form of physical coercion the woman was employing, as well as for what true purpose Deputy Romano would be gagged if this were an interrogation. However, the closer she listens to Deputy Romano’s cries, the more she recognizes them to be not wails of pain, but those of laughter, that of pure agonizing laughter mixed with moans of dread and dismay, pointing Detective Parsons to only one logical explanation: she is tickling her.
“Oh dear, look what you did: you woke her up,” the woman says to Deputy Romano, her face hidden behind her victim out of Detective Parson’s view. “I told you to keep it down and let her have her beauty rest, and now just look at her: like she just came out of a nightmare, or into one I suppose. Ah well, what’s done is done, and there’s no turning back now.” She ceases the girl’s torments, placing her hands atop the officer’s arms, as Deputy Romano begins gasping for air through her nose, her slumped head turning down her gaze to the floor beneath them as her tears drop beneath them.
“I have to say Detective Parsons: you really know how to pick your rookies,” the woman says, still shrouded from her view. “Two dirty socks behind three layers of duct tape, and she still gets a word in from time to time. What a set of pipes she has, exactly the reason why I had planned to bring her all the way down here for our little one-on-one time. I must say, I didn’t expect two officers of the law on my doorstep when I made that call to the sheriff’s office, but I’m so glad it turned out to be none other than the legendary Detective Lara Parsons. I’m honored to welcome you into my humble abode.” It then hits her the reason why they were there in the first place: Old Lady Wilkerson, the one who was reported on the call to be in distress in her home out in the woods. It would seem to have been merely a ruse to get the two of them far away from the sheriff’s office, as where else would be the perfect place to bring someone if they wanted to be alone with them other than here. She begins to open her mouth, hoping to reason with her as to why they should be let free, only to be stopped by the mysterious woman.
“I’ll have to thank you for saving me a trip, as I would have had to go all the way into the city to pay you a visit,” the woman says, as Detective Parsons hears the clicking of footsteps rounding her partner. “Now that you’re here, the real fun can begin.” She steps out from behind Deputy Romano, finally giving Lara a full view of her: she notes her youthful face, at least compared to what she would assume to be the face of a woman named Old Lady WIlkerson, seemingly no older than her early 40s. She wears a tight leather top, baring her milky white shoulders as it hugs her prominent breasts below, leading down to her black pants and knee high black leather boots, those with shimmering nickel buckles across every inch. A large set of eyeglasses, those seemingly too big to be real, sit just at the end of her pointed nose, as her dark chestnut hair sits in a bun on top of her head, with two pencils sticking out of it almost as though she were cosplaying as a sexy school teacher.
“While you were out, your darling partner here was kind enough to keep me company, and I must tell you, she has been an absolute delight this past half hour,” the woman notes, petting the side of Angela’s head, as the proud Latina bucks it to the side in defiance, prompting the woman to grab her by the chin to turn her back towards Detective Parsons. “But, as you can see, she’s not much of a talker these days. Lucky for her, I’m not one for small talk, especially with those I’m meeting for the first time. No, I’d rather get hands-on with my houseguests, if you know what I mean.” To any onlooker, it might seem as though Detective Parsons’s silence is calculated, giving her captor all the time she needs to divulge the scope of her criminal intent. It would only seem logical that it be the case, given her history of speaking out against those standing in the way of her investigations, even her superiors if need be. However, she suddenly found herself having gone completely mute, all due to a crippling fear she has been unable to shake since childhood, a fear that has now been placed right in front of her eyes as it was inflicted upon her own partner, only to be waiting for her in the near future.
“What, you weren’t expecting Old Lady Wilkerson, now were you?” the woman asks Lara, resting her hand atop her hip, as she presses her glasses further up her nose. “No, I shipped her off to a resident facility months ago, the poor thing she was. To think she was left all alone out here, with no one to hear her cries if she did actually succumb to a nasty fall. It was irresponsible not to remove her from the house, so I guess you could say I was enacting a public service by taking the task upon myself. She was losing it, you know: someone might have taken advantage of her, like had her sign over the deed to her house, and hand over the keys, but lucky for her, I was ready and willing to take care of her house while she was away.” She takes her hand, placing it over Deputy Romano’s ribs, as she gives them a good few pinches, watching the poor young woman buck away from her grasp, only to swing right back into the same position much to her unsuppressed delight.
“Allow me to introduce myself: I am Headmistress Xena, a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” the woman says, motioning her hands around her body as though she were presenting herself to a client. “Do you like my attire this evening? I’m what you’d refer to as a disciplinarian of sorts: when naughty little girls fall out of line, it’s my job to bring them back into line, and let me tell you, that happens very frequently with girls that aren’t so little anymore, starting with that Officer Tamara Lee Williams I think the two of you are looking for.” She elicits a glare of rage from Deputy Romano, trying to turn herself towards the woman as far as she can, an expression that goes above and beyond the expected dedication to one’s work as far as anyone is concerned. However, despite such evidence of a more complex relationship existing with the victim, all Detective Parsons can think about right now is just what she is going to say to get herself out of this mess, even if it means having to leave Deputy Romano behind as she retrieves backup, as well as a new assignment, preferably in another country.
“Oh don’t be such a sourpuss,” says Xena, dragging her nails over Angela’s toned belly, watching it recoil as she lets out a few stifled giggles, those interrupted by grunts of utter frustration. “She’s still here, all safe and sound. She’s a bit preoccupied at the moment, as I left her with a little extracurricular assignment in my absence, but that’s what you get for being a naughty girl who operates a smuggling ring within her place of business. Isn’t that right, Deputy?” Detective Parsons turns towards her partner, treating her with a look of astonishment on her face, only to have Angela’s eyes turn towards the floor. Be it from exhaustion or shame, Lara hasn’t the slightest clue, only hoping that whatever it is won’t get them into more trouble than they already are in.
However, by the look on their captor’s face, it would seem that they are in for nothing but more trouble in the foreseeable future.
“You didn’t know Detective?” Xena tauntingly asks Lara, noting her furrowed brow as she tries to hide her frustration with this backwater town she has been reluctantly assigned to. “I’m shocked that someone with your credentials could overlook such a blatant disregard for the law. Let me fill you in, since I’m sure your partner here just so happened to overlook it while driving you out here: Miss Williams was operating a smuggling ring within the Brighton Facility walls, supplying inmates with cell phones, pills, and anything else she could fit into her purse, all at heavily marked up prices I might add. She kept it under wraps as long as she could, but after one of those inmates wound up in the emergency ward with the bluetooth still attached to his ear, the scheme was blown open, leading to an investigation opened up by the sheriff’s office. Good thing she had her girlfriend in the police department to smooth things over.” Detective Parsons looks over, seeing a stream of tears beginning to flow from the sides of Angela’s eyes, with a look on her face that she herself has had before: shame.
“Oh yes Deputy Romano, I know all about your little escapades with Officer Williams,” Xena notes, wandering behind Detective Parsons, as she begins to encircle both of them in menacing fashion. “It took me a while to pry that information out of poor little Tay, but once I did, she started singing like a canary. I’ll never look at you the same again, Miss Romano, knowing exactly what you prefer in the bedroom. But, enough about me, as let’s talk about what your rookie had to do with the investigation: little Angie here got wind of the smuggling operation last year, and enthusiastically volunteered to head the investigation into who was behind it. Let’s just say they happened to frame one of the other guards that, while was not the poster child for a clean life, certainly did not appreciate being on the hook for something he had nothing to do with, which is why he would reach out to me to help clear his name using my unorthodox services. So, here I am, having been tasked with uncovering one of the biggest corruption scandals this county has ever seen.” She turns back towards Deputy Romano, noting the stream of tears falling onto the concrete floor.
“So what’ll it be, Miss Romano: are you going to give up your little girlfriend, or am I gonna have to convince you otherwise?” Xena asks her, getting not even one peep from the stone silent officer. “Have it your way, young lady!” She pounces on the poor young woman, digging her thumbs into her protruding ribs, as Deputy Romano shrieks like a banshee underneath such torments. Up and down, side to side, Headmistress Xena digs deep into her quivering hazelnut flesh, extracting the most horrid of shrieking cackles and wily cries out from under her thoroughly prepared gag, all to the utter horror of Detective Parsons standing just inches away. Making her way down to Angela’s sides, the deranged sadist begins digging her fingers into her tender hips, as a torrent of hapless screams emanate from the officer’s straining gullet, her body bucking wildly from side to side in a pitiful attempt to avoid her torments. Her forceful screams, combined with the look of terror on Lara’s face, makes it seem as though they are taking part in a horror movie designed especially for them.
“Where are my manners?” says Headmistress Xena, stopping her torments as she turns towards Detective Parsons, placing herself just at Angela’s side. “I didn’t even ask your partner what she thought of this. She’s just been so quiet, watching me have my way with you, not raising one word as to get me to stop. Doesn’t sound like a good partner to me, does it Angie? It’s your call Detective: all you have to do is volunteer yourself for just a wee bit of tickling, and I’ll give poor Deputy Romano here the break she so deserves. What do you say?” It is the question Detective Parsons has been waiting for this entire time, and the very same one she now finds herself incapable of answering. She looks away, hoping to avoid Deputy Romano’s pitiful gaze, silently begging her to let her rest after a half hour of continuous tickling. However, several moments pass before Lara grimaces in shame, unable to take it upon herself to alleviate her partner’s suffering, much to the obvious delight of their captor.
“Her silence speaks volumes, huh my dear Angie?” says Headmistress Xena, right before wrapping herself back around Deputy Romano. “I hope it was worth it, Detective, because now you get to watch as I bring her down to her knees.” She takes her fingers, inserting them underneath Angela’s loosened pants, as she places them just on the outsides of her womanhood, met with the muffled protest of her captive. It is then she begins pulsating her fingers into that most delicate of flesh, making Angela shriek in utter dismay as she does. Poor Angela, being forced to bounce upon her bare foot, now searing in pain, as she is tickled in her most intimate of areas, that same spot Tamara had discovered while they were in bed together a mere two days before her kidnapping. She cannot help but think back to that night, as she was caught in lustful passion with her girlfriend, not knowing that same person would eventually divulge that information to another person, let alone someone who would use it so nefariously against them, especially in front of her partner who has utterly betrayed her as it is now.
“You’re too much, Miss Romano, you and Miss Parsons here together,” Xena says, as she begins unwrapping the duct tape around Angela’s mouth, with the final strand being removed so she can finally spit out the wadded socks from her mouth. “I think you’ve had more than enough time to think about what I’ve had to say. In fact, as a reward, I think I should give your partner here a little TLC for making you take one for the team, a fitting punishment for a big city detective like herself. So Deputy Romano, what do you say? Would you like me to show Miss Parsons here what happens when law enforcement betrays one of their own?” Having coughed up both socks onto the floor, Deputy Romano turns her head towards her partner, right before going back to their captor, having already made up her mind never to give in to her influence no matter how appropriate it would be.
“Go to hell,” Deputy Romano states, as Detective Parsons lets out a breath of relief, gazing upon the solemn look on their captor’s face.
“Oh dear, I was afraid of that,” says Headmistress Xena, walking towards Lara as she places herself right beside their bound ankles. “You’re more bound to your principles than you are to common sense. Lucky for me, principles don’t mean very much down here, especially when I happen to come across two sexy ladies like yourselves in need of the tickling of their lives.” She takes her talons, wriggling them menacingly as she directs them into the soles of both her captives simultaneously, watching them buck and struggle as though they were wild animals.
“WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” they wail in tandem, their hapless shrieks now echoing off the basement walls, thrust into a hellish torment like none before. It is Detective Parsons that shrieks the loudest, as the woman scrapes her nails over the nylon clad flesh of her sole, feeling her nerve endings light up underneath her less than tender touch. Tears begin flowing down Lara’s cheeks, especially when Headmistress Xena makes her way up to her flailing toes, digging the tips of her nails into the tender spot right underneath their pads. Whatever composure Detective Parsons had within her before now completely escapes her, as she is focused solely on maintaining sanity underneath the same torments that have haunted her ever since childhood. After several minutes of tickling them both with fervorous glee, the woman finally stops, having brought Lara to the very brink of spilling her guts.
“Well, I think I’ve had all the fun I can with the two of you together,” says Headmistress Xena, sensing a breath of relief coming from both of them in between their gasping breaths. “That means I’m going to have to separate the two of you for some more intimate fun.” She reaches behind her, removing a plastic bag that has within its perch a white cloth, one drenched in a sickly sweet scent as perceived by the two captives the moment she unzips the top of the bag.
“You first Deputy,” she says, taking the cloth in her hand as she directs it over Angela’s mouth and nose, holding her by the back of the head with her other hand as the detective struggles to avoid her fate. “You might think I was hard on you just then, but I’ve got plans for this sexy body of yours, Miss Romano. Based on what your little girlfriend told me about you, I’m looking forward to getting down to brass tax. I can’t wait to get a taste of what you can give me.” Detective Parsons watches in terror as Angela’s eyes roll into the back of her head, hanging limp in her bonds as Headmistress Xena turns back towards her.
“You don’t have to worry Detective: there won’t be any dirty socks going into your mouth once you wake up,” Headmistress Xena tells her, directing the same cloth over Lara’s mouth and nose despite her resistance. “No, I’m interested in every last word that will be coming out of your mouth regarding a particular investigation into one of my colleagues, and I’m going to make sure you spill every last drop.” Detective Parsons fights it as long as she can, but it is not enough, as she gradually falls out of consciousness, into a fate she is surely not looking forward to.
However, if there’s one thing Detective Lara Parsons will soon know for sure, it’s that she might have just been better off staying asleep.
As she slowly begins to open her eyelids, the perceptive woman discovers both she and Deputy Angela Romano have been placed in the center of a small room, one surrounded by piles of clutter that have been meticulously pushed to every side, leaving a space barely eight feet wide for the both of them to inhabit. They have been placed facing each other, with their wrists encased in padded leather cuffs, chained up to a pipe in the ceiling high above their heads, forced into a standing position on the tips of their toes with their toned bodies stretched to their limits. Their right ankles have been chained together as well, hanging in the air right in front of their faces by a rope attached to the very same pipe, all the while their left ankles sit bound to metal eye holes sticking out of the floor below.
Most victims of an unforeseeable imprisonment such as this would find themselves panicking the moment they opened their eyes, having been suddenly confronted with a dire and dastardly predicament they are unable to escape. However, only someone with the ironclad professionalism of Detective Parsons would take this opportunity to survey their surroundings for any clues as to where they might be, and that is exactly what she begins to do: the tight air and musty smell tells her they are somewhere that has very few visitors, with the plumbing lining the ceiling pointing to a residential location, meaning they must still be on the premises of the Wilkerson residence, no doubt in the basement of the house of all places. This is reinforced by the sensation of the cool cement floor kissing the bottom of Lara’s nylon clad foot, having been stripped of her high heels while she was unconscious that are now nowhere to be found.
How long she has been out, Lara cannot say, only that it was long enough for her and her partner to be prepared in such an intricate and strange manner as they find themselves now. In fact, it is this peculiar setup Lara finds most concerning of all, having no logical reason as to bind the two of them together for the sake of interrogation, let alone mitigating any chance of them working together to escape. Not only that, but the fact they kept Lara completely clothed other than her shoes indicates they are most likely dealing with amateurs who have no idea what they are doing, a blessing in this cursed place as far as she can see. It was the sight of Deputy Romano’s bare sole hanging in front of her face she first caught a glimpse of after waking several moments ago, something more comical than threatening as far as she is concerned. However, as her eyes slowly adjust to the bright light of her new surroundings, Detective Parsons is treated to a picture that is certainly no laughing matter.
She first catches sight of Deputy Romano’s face nestled between her hanging arms, now contorting in expressions of horrible agony, as though she were currently suffering a fate like none other. Her cheeks and face have been turned red, showing an amount of physical and mental exertion Lara rarely encounters, the source of which she does not yet know. Several lengths of duct tape are wrapped over her mouth and around her head, layered atop her long black hair behind her, reducing her shrieking cries and horrid grunts to mere murmurs that barely pass her gagged lips. Lara tries to look closer, spotting a bulge nestled underneath the duct tape where her own socks have been used to muffle her shrieks further, only to be surprised by the sight of the young woman thrusting her torso forward as far as she can, swinging back to a neutral position just as quick.
Looking down her person, Detective Parsons finds Angela’s tanned police top splayed open, revealing a set of lacy black lingerie atop her B-cup breasts, her toned abdominals glistening in a light coating of sweat. She can see Angela’s belt has also been loosened, just barely keeping her pants atop her buxom hips, with her black panties peeking out from underneath. Looking down, Detective Parsons notes her shirt buttons scattered across the floor, surely having been sliced off by some means she does not know for sure yet. However, it is then she sees not just one pair of legs standing in front of her, but two, lifting her eyes to see the one thing she missed that was staring her right in the face.
It is a woman, one standing right behind Deputy Romano, with her arms perfectly inserted underneath her loosened police uniform, the reason why Detective Parsons was unable to see her at first. However, as Angela’s top loosens open even further, Lara can just make out what is driving the deputy out of her mind, as she catches sight of ten ruby red nails scraping their way across the officer’s smooth underarms. Sharpened to the point of talons, they glide effortlessly across the supple flesh of Deputy Romano’s armpits, tantalizing every nerve ending much to the young woman’s utter dismay. Pinching and prodding deep into the tender quivering muscle, the woman employs surgical precision to entice the horrid variety of sounds and reactions out of her unwilling victim, a true master of her craft as far as Detective Parsons is made soon aware. She tries to reason with herself just what form of physical coercion the woman was employing, as well as for what true purpose Deputy Romano would be gagged if this were an interrogation. However, the closer she listens to Deputy Romano’s cries, the more she recognizes them to be not wails of pain, but those of laughter, that of pure agonizing laughter mixed with moans of dread and dismay, pointing Detective Parsons to only one logical explanation: she is tickling her.
“Oh dear, look what you did: you woke her up,” the woman says to Deputy Romano, her face hidden behind her victim out of Detective Parson’s view. “I told you to keep it down and let her have her beauty rest, and now just look at her: like she just came out of a nightmare, or into one I suppose. Ah well, what’s done is done, and there’s no turning back now.” She ceases the girl’s torments, placing her hands atop the officer’s arms, as Deputy Romano begins gasping for air through her nose, her slumped head turning down her gaze to the floor beneath them as her tears drop beneath them.
“I have to say Detective Parsons: you really know how to pick your rookies,” the woman says, still shrouded from her view. “Two dirty socks behind three layers of duct tape, and she still gets a word in from time to time. What a set of pipes she has, exactly the reason why I had planned to bring her all the way down here for our little one-on-one time. I must say, I didn’t expect two officers of the law on my doorstep when I made that call to the sheriff’s office, but I’m so glad it turned out to be none other than the legendary Detective Lara Parsons. I’m honored to welcome you into my humble abode.” It then hits her the reason why they were there in the first place: Old Lady Wilkerson, the one who was reported on the call to be in distress in her home out in the woods. It would seem to have been merely a ruse to get the two of them far away from the sheriff’s office, as where else would be the perfect place to bring someone if they wanted to be alone with them other than here. She begins to open her mouth, hoping to reason with her as to why they should be let free, only to be stopped by the mysterious woman.
“I’ll have to thank you for saving me a trip, as I would have had to go all the way into the city to pay you a visit,” the woman says, as Detective Parsons hears the clicking of footsteps rounding her partner. “Now that you’re here, the real fun can begin.” She steps out from behind Deputy Romano, finally giving Lara a full view of her: she notes her youthful face, at least compared to what she would assume to be the face of a woman named Old Lady WIlkerson, seemingly no older than her early 40s. She wears a tight leather top, baring her milky white shoulders as it hugs her prominent breasts below, leading down to her black pants and knee high black leather boots, those with shimmering nickel buckles across every inch. A large set of eyeglasses, those seemingly too big to be real, sit just at the end of her pointed nose, as her dark chestnut hair sits in a bun on top of her head, with two pencils sticking out of it almost as though she were cosplaying as a sexy school teacher.
“While you were out, your darling partner here was kind enough to keep me company, and I must tell you, she has been an absolute delight this past half hour,” the woman notes, petting the side of Angela’s head, as the proud Latina bucks it to the side in defiance, prompting the woman to grab her by the chin to turn her back towards Detective Parsons. “But, as you can see, she’s not much of a talker these days. Lucky for her, I’m not one for small talk, especially with those I’m meeting for the first time. No, I’d rather get hands-on with my houseguests, if you know what I mean.” To any onlooker, it might seem as though Detective Parsons’s silence is calculated, giving her captor all the time she needs to divulge the scope of her criminal intent. It would only seem logical that it be the case, given her history of speaking out against those standing in the way of her investigations, even her superiors if need be. However, she suddenly found herself having gone completely mute, all due to a crippling fear she has been unable to shake since childhood, a fear that has now been placed right in front of her eyes as it was inflicted upon her own partner, only to be waiting for her in the near future.
“What, you weren’t expecting Old Lady Wilkerson, now were you?” the woman asks Lara, resting her hand atop her hip, as she presses her glasses further up her nose. “No, I shipped her off to a resident facility months ago, the poor thing she was. To think she was left all alone out here, with no one to hear her cries if she did actually succumb to a nasty fall. It was irresponsible not to remove her from the house, so I guess you could say I was enacting a public service by taking the task upon myself. She was losing it, you know: someone might have taken advantage of her, like had her sign over the deed to her house, and hand over the keys, but lucky for her, I was ready and willing to take care of her house while she was away.” She takes her hand, placing it over Deputy Romano’s ribs, as she gives them a good few pinches, watching the poor young woman buck away from her grasp, only to swing right back into the same position much to her unsuppressed delight.
“Allow me to introduce myself: I am Headmistress Xena, a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” the woman says, motioning her hands around her body as though she were presenting herself to a client. “Do you like my attire this evening? I’m what you’d refer to as a disciplinarian of sorts: when naughty little girls fall out of line, it’s my job to bring them back into line, and let me tell you, that happens very frequently with girls that aren’t so little anymore, starting with that Officer Tamara Lee Williams I think the two of you are looking for.” She elicits a glare of rage from Deputy Romano, trying to turn herself towards the woman as far as she can, an expression that goes above and beyond the expected dedication to one’s work as far as anyone is concerned. However, despite such evidence of a more complex relationship existing with the victim, all Detective Parsons can think about right now is just what she is going to say to get herself out of this mess, even if it means having to leave Deputy Romano behind as she retrieves backup, as well as a new assignment, preferably in another country.
“Oh don’t be such a sourpuss,” says Xena, dragging her nails over Angela’s toned belly, watching it recoil as she lets out a few stifled giggles, those interrupted by grunts of utter frustration. “She’s still here, all safe and sound. She’s a bit preoccupied at the moment, as I left her with a little extracurricular assignment in my absence, but that’s what you get for being a naughty girl who operates a smuggling ring within her place of business. Isn’t that right, Deputy?” Detective Parsons turns towards her partner, treating her with a look of astonishment on her face, only to have Angela’s eyes turn towards the floor. Be it from exhaustion or shame, Lara hasn’t the slightest clue, only hoping that whatever it is won’t get them into more trouble than they already are in.
However, by the look on their captor’s face, it would seem that they are in for nothing but more trouble in the foreseeable future.
“You didn’t know Detective?” Xena tauntingly asks Lara, noting her furrowed brow as she tries to hide her frustration with this backwater town she has been reluctantly assigned to. “I’m shocked that someone with your credentials could overlook such a blatant disregard for the law. Let me fill you in, since I’m sure your partner here just so happened to overlook it while driving you out here: Miss Williams was operating a smuggling ring within the Brighton Facility walls, supplying inmates with cell phones, pills, and anything else she could fit into her purse, all at heavily marked up prices I might add. She kept it under wraps as long as she could, but after one of those inmates wound up in the emergency ward with the bluetooth still attached to his ear, the scheme was blown open, leading to an investigation opened up by the sheriff’s office. Good thing she had her girlfriend in the police department to smooth things over.” Detective Parsons looks over, seeing a stream of tears beginning to flow from the sides of Angela’s eyes, with a look on her face that she herself has had before: shame.
“Oh yes Deputy Romano, I know all about your little escapades with Officer Williams,” Xena notes, wandering behind Detective Parsons, as she begins to encircle both of them in menacing fashion. “It took me a while to pry that information out of poor little Tay, but once I did, she started singing like a canary. I’ll never look at you the same again, Miss Romano, knowing exactly what you prefer in the bedroom. But, enough about me, as let’s talk about what your rookie had to do with the investigation: little Angie here got wind of the smuggling operation last year, and enthusiastically volunteered to head the investigation into who was behind it. Let’s just say they happened to frame one of the other guards that, while was not the poster child for a clean life, certainly did not appreciate being on the hook for something he had nothing to do with, which is why he would reach out to me to help clear his name using my unorthodox services. So, here I am, having been tasked with uncovering one of the biggest corruption scandals this county has ever seen.” She turns back towards Deputy Romano, noting the stream of tears falling onto the concrete floor.
“So what’ll it be, Miss Romano: are you going to give up your little girlfriend, or am I gonna have to convince you otherwise?” Xena asks her, getting not even one peep from the stone silent officer. “Have it your way, young lady!” She pounces on the poor young woman, digging her thumbs into her protruding ribs, as Deputy Romano shrieks like a banshee underneath such torments. Up and down, side to side, Headmistress Xena digs deep into her quivering hazelnut flesh, extracting the most horrid of shrieking cackles and wily cries out from under her thoroughly prepared gag, all to the utter horror of Detective Parsons standing just inches away. Making her way down to Angela’s sides, the deranged sadist begins digging her fingers into her tender hips, as a torrent of hapless screams emanate from the officer’s straining gullet, her body bucking wildly from side to side in a pitiful attempt to avoid her torments. Her forceful screams, combined with the look of terror on Lara’s face, makes it seem as though they are taking part in a horror movie designed especially for them.
“Where are my manners?” says Headmistress Xena, stopping her torments as she turns towards Detective Parsons, placing herself just at Angela’s side. “I didn’t even ask your partner what she thought of this. She’s just been so quiet, watching me have my way with you, not raising one word as to get me to stop. Doesn’t sound like a good partner to me, does it Angie? It’s your call Detective: all you have to do is volunteer yourself for just a wee bit of tickling, and I’ll give poor Deputy Romano here the break she so deserves. What do you say?” It is the question Detective Parsons has been waiting for this entire time, and the very same one she now finds herself incapable of answering. She looks away, hoping to avoid Deputy Romano’s pitiful gaze, silently begging her to let her rest after a half hour of continuous tickling. However, several moments pass before Lara grimaces in shame, unable to take it upon herself to alleviate her partner’s suffering, much to the obvious delight of their captor.
“Her silence speaks volumes, huh my dear Angie?” says Headmistress Xena, right before wrapping herself back around Deputy Romano. “I hope it was worth it, Detective, because now you get to watch as I bring her down to her knees.” She takes her fingers, inserting them underneath Angela’s loosened pants, as she places them just on the outsides of her womanhood, met with the muffled protest of her captive. It is then she begins pulsating her fingers into that most delicate of flesh, making Angela shriek in utter dismay as she does. Poor Angela, being forced to bounce upon her bare foot, now searing in pain, as she is tickled in her most intimate of areas, that same spot Tamara had discovered while they were in bed together a mere two days before her kidnapping. She cannot help but think back to that night, as she was caught in lustful passion with her girlfriend, not knowing that same person would eventually divulge that information to another person, let alone someone who would use it so nefariously against them, especially in front of her partner who has utterly betrayed her as it is now.
“You’re too much, Miss Romano, you and Miss Parsons here together,” Xena says, as she begins unwrapping the duct tape around Angela’s mouth, with the final strand being removed so she can finally spit out the wadded socks from her mouth. “I think you’ve had more than enough time to think about what I’ve had to say. In fact, as a reward, I think I should give your partner here a little TLC for making you take one for the team, a fitting punishment for a big city detective like herself. So Deputy Romano, what do you say? Would you like me to show Miss Parsons here what happens when law enforcement betrays one of their own?” Having coughed up both socks onto the floor, Deputy Romano turns her head towards her partner, right before going back to their captor, having already made up her mind never to give in to her influence no matter how appropriate it would be.
“Go to hell,” Deputy Romano states, as Detective Parsons lets out a breath of relief, gazing upon the solemn look on their captor’s face.
“Oh dear, I was afraid of that,” says Headmistress Xena, walking towards Lara as she places herself right beside their bound ankles. “You’re more bound to your principles than you are to common sense. Lucky for me, principles don’t mean very much down here, especially when I happen to come across two sexy ladies like yourselves in need of the tickling of their lives.” She takes her talons, wriggling them menacingly as she directs them into the soles of both her captives simultaneously, watching them buck and struggle as though they were wild animals.
“WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” they wail in tandem, their hapless shrieks now echoing off the basement walls, thrust into a hellish torment like none before. It is Detective Parsons that shrieks the loudest, as the woman scrapes her nails over the nylon clad flesh of her sole, feeling her nerve endings light up underneath her less than tender touch. Tears begin flowing down Lara’s cheeks, especially when Headmistress Xena makes her way up to her flailing toes, digging the tips of her nails into the tender spot right underneath their pads. Whatever composure Detective Parsons had within her before now completely escapes her, as she is focused solely on maintaining sanity underneath the same torments that have haunted her ever since childhood. After several minutes of tickling them both with fervorous glee, the woman finally stops, having brought Lara to the very brink of spilling her guts.
“Well, I think I’ve had all the fun I can with the two of you together,” says Headmistress Xena, sensing a breath of relief coming from both of them in between their gasping breaths. “That means I’m going to have to separate the two of you for some more intimate fun.” She reaches behind her, removing a plastic bag that has within its perch a white cloth, one drenched in a sickly sweet scent as perceived by the two captives the moment she unzips the top of the bag.
“You first Deputy,” she says, taking the cloth in her hand as she directs it over Angela’s mouth and nose, holding her by the back of the head with her other hand as the detective struggles to avoid her fate. “You might think I was hard on you just then, but I’ve got plans for this sexy body of yours, Miss Romano. Based on what your little girlfriend told me about you, I’m looking forward to getting down to brass tax. I can’t wait to get a taste of what you can give me.” Detective Parsons watches in terror as Angela’s eyes roll into the back of her head, hanging limp in her bonds as Headmistress Xena turns back towards her.
“You don’t have to worry Detective: there won’t be any dirty socks going into your mouth once you wake up,” Headmistress Xena tells her, directing the same cloth over Lara’s mouth and nose despite her resistance. “No, I’m interested in every last word that will be coming out of your mouth regarding a particular investigation into one of my colleagues, and I’m going to make sure you spill every last drop.” Detective Parsons fights it as long as she can, but it is not enough, as she gradually falls out of consciousness, into a fate she is surely not looking forward to.
