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The Pink Rose - Part 3
This was one of the earliest pieces I've written...it is a bit of a mystery story with a female protagonist as a FBI agent. Hope you enjoy!
Eric winked at her, "Told you I'd get ya!", he laughed handing her the roses.
Sara was about to sniff them reflexively, when she stopped herself and turned them upside down onto her bread plate. A soft pink powder fell out of the petals onto the plate. She wrinkled her nose at it, took a small glass vial from her purse and scooped some of the substance into it, careful not to touch it. Then, screwing the top on it, she stuck it back into her purse, and welcomed the glass of wine the waiter brought her to the table. He was about to leave, when she said, "Wait a sec.", and placed the roses petal down into an old glass of leftover iced tea,"Please see that these things get into the trash."
She picked up her glass and looked Eric straight in the eye,"I hope that wasn't your plan for the evening. After all your talk today, I was kinda counting on your being more of a challenge." She lifted the glass to her lips as she delighted in seeing his disapointment. She paused, "So is that how you got your victims into ticklish situations in the past, Eric? Come on, spill the beans, I wanna know what makes you tick!" She winked at him, flirting a little in spite of herself, and pretended to sip the wine, careful to mimick a swallowing motion in her throat, he just looked at her as she continued, "I mean really, what makes a mastermind like you choose to do something as random as tickling and playing with the minds of lonely women?"
Eric didn't miss a beat, his soft blue eyes expressing nothing but the deepest compassion,"Are you a lonely woman, Sara?"
Sara blushed instantly feeling the heat in her cheeks. Oops. She'd let him in too far, and he was watching her perform the equivalent of a high wire act demonstrated on a greased wire, ready to pounce. She reached for the pepper and sprinkled it on her food before answering, "Yeah, working for the FBI can get lonely since you can't share what winds up being a pretty large part of your life with those outside work."She shrugged, putting a piece of food in her mouth as she thought and swallowed, "But I've gotten used to it."
"Yeah, sure you have. You're an intelligent woman who knows what has to be done to get what she wants. So, you've adjusted. But the question is, is getting used to it enough for you to be happy considering 'it' is the rest of your life?"
Sara blinked a couple of times at him. How had this man, in a matter of minutes, managed to read her so well? "I suppose we all have things that we measure our lives by. Standards we are brought up with from our family, society, media, etc. When we select standards for ourselves subconsciously we wind up measuring our degree of happiness based on that." She took another bite, proud of herself for having moved the conversation off herself and into more philosophical territory.
Eric nodded, picked up a bread stick and broke it, then leaned back. "You wanna know what I think?"
Sara leaned her head forward resting it on her elbows, "Always."
He laughed, "You seem eager to know my thoughts."
"It's my job to be eager. I get paid to know your thoughts."
"Well then, I think if you take this part of a breadstick and stick it here..."he stuck it in his left ear, "and stick this one here..."he stuck it in his right ear,"...and put this tomato here..."he picked up one of the halved cherry tomato garnishes on her plate and stuck it on his nose...
Sara couldn't help it. She had to laugh at the absurdity of this well dressed handsome man suddenly looking like a schoolboy playing with his food. She covered her mouth, looking from him to the rest of the patio between her fingers, squelching a giggle.
But he didn't stop, he grabbed the parsly on her plate, tore it in two and used the butter to stick the tiny leaves onto his lids and fluttered his eyes at her.
She gave up, laughing outloud,"Lord, what the guys at work would think if they saw me now!" she thought to herself.
But he simply opened his arms as if to present himself to the world, "...you do all these things, you get the most beautiful sound in the world: laughter."He fluttered his parsly lashes at her,"Don't you think measuring the happiness of your life by how many laughs your face lights up with is the best standard to go by, Sara?"
Sara was giggling like a schoolgirl,"I guess I never really thought of it that way. But then I've never philosophized with a nut either."
Eric's eyes were twinking under the parsly lashes as he leaned forward,"I may have a nutty bway of looking at the world, Sara, but my brain is good enough to catch you.", he winked, parsly and all.
Sara suddenly felt like she'd walked into a trap of some sort. Her eyes took in an inventory of everything...she'd ordered her own wine, and then only pretended to drink it when she realized she'd looked the other way to discard his flowers. She had stopped herself from smelling the roses, even took the powder for the lab's tests. What had she missed? The carpaccio had been brought staight out of the kitchen and there was no way the staff would have helped this wacko...
Eric began to smile confidently, as he removed the food off his face."Let me spare you the time, Sara. I knew you'd be too smart for something as obvious as the roses, but you needed to to feel smart aobut things, so I faked you out on that. Tommorrow your lab will discover decorative pink powdered sugar in that little vial of yours. I love to cook and bake, Sara. I've got loads of the stuff around my kitchen at home. Perhaps you can come over and I'll make you a homecooked meal sometime." He took a sip of her wine,"And there's no need for you to waste a perfectly good glass of wine, either. Yes, I know you've been faking the sips."
Sara's heart was pounding a bit faster as he continued, drinking her wine.
"Your carpaccio is fine. Nope, no poison of any kind there."
Sara was fingering for her cell but couldn't find it. Damn. she'd set it next to her on the table...
"Nope, you're much to clever of a girl to be gotten by something as obvious as those things, and you should know by now that I'd never insult you Sara." He sounded so gentlemanly it was driving her crazy.
Then she felt it. Some kind of numbness in her legs and arms. Like all her limbs were suddenly asleep. Her heart was beating faster. It was getting harder to move, but she kept searching for her cell...
"Yes, of course I still got my lovely Sara. You know, I'd never allow myself to forget any detail that might keep me from something so beautiful..."
An elderly couple walked by and the lady overheard his last sentence. She paused and turned to them both, "We've been watching you two lovebirds. It has put us in stitches watching her trash your flowers to finally laughing with you. We just had to say how wonderful it is to see a young couple in love..."
Eric just nodded,"Yes, isn't she wonderful? I never thought I'd find someone like her!"
Sara wanted to scream to them to help her, but now she couldn't make a sound as the numbness had spread to her throat and her tongue felt like lead in her mouth. But she finally managed to find her phone and summoned all her willpower to press the emergency button on it that would notify the FBI where she was and that she was in trouble.
The couple left and Eric chuckled, "See? Even they think we belong together!" He then reached down under the table and pulled her leg up, setting her foot on his lap and removed her shoe, careful to keep the table cloth covering everything,"Hmmm. I'm guessing that you're losing mobility about now? Am I right, Sara?"
When she didn't answer, he continued,"Now there was something you said that I'd never get to do. Let me think...what was it..."
Sara's eyes were growing wide, as wide as the chemical coursing through her veins would allow, as she remembered what she had told him during his interogation that afternoon...
Eric broke out into a wicked grin as he tilted his head and looked right in her eyes. Then she felt it, a single excrutiating stroke from her heel to her toes....
EEEEEEEeeeeeee! Every bone and muscle in her body wanted to desprately escape his touch, but all her screams could only be heard in her own head!
Eric winked at her,"Or was it this way, my love?" and he draged his finger from her toes to her heel. She could feel the laughter inside her dying to come out, but could only stare at him, her eyes pleading at him.
"What would happen if I used two fingers, Sara?"
She felt his two fingers run steadily up and down her foot. It was unbearable. He wasn't even holding her foot in his lap. In fact, he was sipping that damn glass of wine that she'd been so careful to avoid as he tickled her mercilessly under the table cloth, "What about three fingers, Sara? What do you think of that?"
Up and down, up and down, each stroke making her want to scream for him to stop!
"What about four fingers, hmm?What do you say, Sara?"
Any other moment and she'd be bouncign around wildly, sreaming, begging, groveling for the tickling to stop. But now, all she could do is release tears of frustration as they welled up in her eyes.
"Awwwww,"he mocked her,"Looks like Sara is going to cry. I think she needs a good laugh. Yeah, this should set her right!" He really lunged into it, his five fingers savagely attacking every ounce of skin on her foot, making her want to beg for him to stop more than she'd ever wanted to beg for anything before! "Oh! God! MAKE HIM STOOOOP!", she was screaming for mercy inside her head, but outside the most she could do to express anyhing was the tiniest twitching semblance of a smile and tears streaming down her cheeks. "Where are the guys?" She kept thinking to herself,"I sent a signal for help minutes ago, and they are just seconds away!!!"
"Tickle tickle tickle! Sara!" His voice interupted her thoughts like a train running over a watermelon," Don't try and ignore me, Sara, you haven't got a chance of winning this one, sweetie!" Even though he sounded for all the world like someone's teasing big brother, there was a glint to his eyes when he said those words that told her he wasn't just playing anymore.
"What about six fingers, Sara, love of my life?"
"What about a set of handcuffs, Eric?" A voice came from behind her and Sara would have sighed with relief, had she been able at the sound.
Eric's eyes squinted the tiniest bit, then he began to stand up,"Surely there's no law against tickling a cute gal's foot, is there, officer?"
"While I'm around there is, Mr.Lawson.", the voice answered.
Eric grinned,"Guess you want the lady all to yourself?"
"Something like that. Now sit tight while I cuff you up and we'll talk all this over in the car." There was a pause,"Can she move?"
Eric's grin hadn't faded one bit,"Not an inch."
"Try a hairs width!"thought Sara.
"Thought so. In that case, you should know I've got a gun and I don't want to have to use it. So help me and I'll be nice in return."
"I'm hardly in a position to decline, officer.", he held his hands up in submission, then caught Sara's gaze and wiggled them in her direction. Her heart beat faster at the mere appearance of them in action.
The officer moved in and cuffed him, then shuffled him off to a car near the curb. All Sara could tell was that he had blonde hair and was wearing shades.
The officer now came back. "Well, well, well, detective. Seems like you got yourself into quite the ticklish situation." He chuckled.
Sara wanted to roll her eyes. She knew she'd never hear the end of this from the guys. She leaned her full weight on him as he picked her up and carried her to the car, her paralyzed body falling, like a paperclip chain onto the seat. He drove her back to the headquarters via a back entrance,"Your'e in luck today, Sara. My girlfriend is the doctor that's been helping us to identify what this nutjob does to his victims and has identified the poison he uses on them. They got that breakthrough tonight, after you left. She knew you'd want to keep this situation quiet from the guys, so she gave me the antidote for you to take. If it wasn't for this stuff, you'd have been at his mercy all night!"
Sara didn't know the officer's girlfriend, or even the officer's name., but she felt like she could kiss them both as he wheeled her into what looked like a hospital room and administered an injection,"You'll have to sleep this off, I'm afraid." was the last thing she heard before she blacked out.
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Sara woke up in the hospital bed. She blinked a few times, thinking that she heard voices.
"Ahhh. There she is. She's coming around!" She heard a familiar voice. It was the cop that had helped her the night before. She wanted to thank him and tried to raise her head in his direction, but couldn't. She tried again. Now she tried to lift her arm. Nothing. A leg. Nada.
"Here, I'll raise you up." She heard his voice and her bed began to move into an upright position. Now he came into view. But something was off. His hair was blonde alright, and his eyes were green, but his face was the same shape as...as...Eric!
"I think she's finally catching up, bro!" The officer smiled at her, but was addressing someone else in the room.
Eric came around the side of the bed and sat on her left and winked at her, "Yeah, Brian, I think she is!"
Sara watched horrified as the officer removed his contacts and looked at her with the same piercing blue eyes that Eric had. They were twins!
Sara now looked at her body, she had been tanned somehow, and her hair was red. She was in a body cast of some kind. But there were random openings in the cast along her sides, stomach, armpits, above her knees, chest and her feet were sticking out. She let fly with a barrage of questions,"What is going on? Why me? How can you do this? What do you want..."
"Shush, sweet Sara. We won't hurt you, we'll just make you laugh, that's all." Eric patted her hand like a concerned friend.
"And laugh, and laugh, and laugh and laugh..."Brian whispered near her ear.
"Yeah, you can laugh out loud now, Sara. As no one will think of looking for you here. not in the basement of your own headquarters!"
"Oh, and your name, should they find you, will be 'Samantha Applegate'. You know the file. An insane woman that goes from being mute to being in the throws of hysterical laughter in a split second. Requires regular intensive therapy with a Dr. Stykes?" Brian continued as he put new brown contacts in his eyes.
Sara's heart froze. She knew the case file alright. Samantha Applegate was who she was supposed to interview tommorrow.
Brian saw her sudden fear and lapped it up like a kitten discovering fresh cream,"Oh don't worry, Sara, dear. I'm quite sure they'll find someone to take over the meeting tommorrow. Afterall, Samantha is currently detained elsewhere right now, but we've assured her that she will be represented. Besides, isn't there an amibitious little girl who would love the opportunity to strut her stuff on her first real case flying solo?" Brian was now bending over a sink in the room and washing dye out of his hair and putting in new dye.
Sara knew immediately who he was talking about. Nicki Taylor had been the ass kisser that pretended to be her number 2 when in reality everyone knew she wanted to steal Sara's job. Damn. she would step in and probably wouldn't even recognize her!
"Oh dear, Sara, darling!" Eric brought her back to the present,"Only upside down frowns are allowed in here!" He reached over for her side and stole a quick tickle...
"Hee!Hee!Ha!Ha!Oh!Nooooo!Stohahahap that!Pleeheeheeheease!"
"Sounds like the Sarabird wants to sing!" Brian was standing at the foot of her bed, combing his new grey hair. He looked undeniably handsome, although quite a bit older with his new soft brown eyes, dyed brows, and more conservative cut. He moved the comb down over Sara's right sole sending ripples of giggles out of her mouth, "Hee!Hee!Hee!Ha!Ha!No!ho!ho!ho!StohahahahahapIt!"
The brothers chuckled together for a moment. Then Eric spoke up, "Oh, Sara, Sara, Sara. You really should have watched that pepper last night."
Sara remembered using the pepper..Oh! How could she have been so stupid!
"Did you say, 'pepper'?" Brian was pushing a pair of distinctive looking silver rimed glasses onto his nose. He pulled on a doctor's coat and placed a stethascope in his ears, placing the suction cup over her heart. He pulled out a long, skinny grey stick with a tiny group of grey feathers on the end. It looked like the handle was hollow and held grains of some kind...Sara's heart began to beat faster...
"Mmmmm! Music to my ears!" Brian smiled sadisticly as he slowly lowered the device down towards her nose at a steady but slow pace.
"Oh! No! Nonononono! Please! No!"
Sara reflexively tried to move her face away, but couldn't. Suddenly she felt it, a tiny teasing tickling right on the outside of her nose. She twitched, and struggled, commanding herself not to sneeze, but the sensation only grew stronger.
Poof!
A tiny grey cloud erupted around her nose and the sensation made her sneeze the loudest she had ever sneezed in her life, "AAaaaahchoooo!"
Then, he did it again, and again, and again...
She was feeling pretty miserable now, unable to stop sneezin, even as he was putting away his little toy in his back pocket,"That's my own special mixture, Sara. One third pepper, one third itching powder, and one third sneezing powder. It should keep you occupied as we help you entertain your guests." He pushed his glasses further up his nose,"If you don't behave, I'll stick some of it in your cast before moving you to your new home, Miss Applegate!"
Sara couldn't answer, the sneezes kept comming and comming. She never noticed as Eric put on a nurse's uniform and green contacts. He wnet over to the sink to wash his hair and reveal light brown underneath. He then took a light brush and added grey to his temples and a mustache.
Sara was sneezing harder now. "Say your ABC's for me, Sara." he demanded as he walked up to her.
She looked incredulous at him, offering only a quick glare between sneezes.
'Come on, Sara. Be a good girl, and sing them to me."
She just glared at him, even as she sneezed up a storm. Seh wasn't about to give him a thing!
"Don't ruin a good night's sleep, Sara. Trust me. You'll wish you had obeyed us."
Sara refused, realizing it was her only means of holding onto a part of her dignity.
"Fine,"Brian said, taking out a tube and setting it right on top of her. He then began putting on gloves, picked up the tube ans showed it to her,"Lesson number one, Sara. Obedience." She read the lable,"Itch Stopping Cream". He sighed,"I think we both know what this really is Sara. You already know I'm a brain at chemistry. this is my own concentrate. I garauntee its a perscription for garuanteed misery. Now, I can write a perscription that says the nurses have to admister this reguraly during the night, or you can say your ABC's." He took one gloved finger and put a little of the ointment on it. He reached over and dabbed a tiny bit on the udnerside of her wrist.
"Augh!"Sara gasped as her wrist immediately exploded with the sensation. She tried desprately to stretch her fingers down to scratch it, but it was no use, even with her long nails, her finger tips were a maddening half inch from the itch.
Brian grinned and dabbed some on her other wrist, on her tummy, her partially exposed neck, her outer ears, her cheeks, and just outside her nose.
"Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuugh!" Sara was truly miserable, dying to squirm, to scratch, to stop sneezing.
"We'll let you think things over for a while, Sara. You'll notice the effects will increase significantly over the next few hours. If by then you still won't comply, we can increase the dosage...."
"Brian. Stop it. I told you I want to handle this one my own way."
Brian looked furious at his brother,"She has to learn to become submissive!"
"And she will. But let me handle her.", Eric looked at Sara in a softer way than his brother's cold calculating stare,"I have a good idea that this kind of training will only serve to strengthen this one's resolve."
"But.."
"I mean it, Brian, this one is mine."
Brian's upper lip trembled with anger in a way that scared Sara. But she was more pissed at him than anything. Their eyes met and she didn't look away. He held her gaze for what seemed like forever, then looked down at his feet and turned to his brother. "Alright. you tame her in under one hour, and she's all yours. If not, I'll move on as planned."
With that, he walked out of the room.
Eric turned to her, placing a long stemmed pink rose across her heart, "Silly Sara, I told you to do as I asked. My brother's methods are too crude for someone like you. I told him that before you woke."He went to the sink and wet a cloth, and began wipping her nose, ears, and all the places his brother had put the solution,"He wants you for momentary entertainment. But I want you for a lifetime's entertainment." he offered her a warm smile that she was grateful for.
"He spoiled our fun, didn't he?"
"Your fun." Sara retorted.
"Awww. Betcha liked it a little bit?" Eric reached up and tickled her lightly under her arms. He laughed as she scrunched up her face, struggling not to laugh, finally she gave way to a flood of giggles that came out in spurts.
"Thought so!" He smiled down at her triumphantly,"My brother isn't the only brain around here. I have my own designs. But don't worry, they won't make you uncomfortable. In fact, they may make you very comfortable."
Eric produced a small spray bottle,"This increases sensitivity the longer it touches the skin. I put it into your cast. Allow me to demonstrate." he sauntered over to her stomach, and drew a big spiral with his finger from the outside in towards her belly button.
"Nooohohohohahahaheeeheeeheeehahahonohoho!"She laughed outloud.
"Oh my! this is going to be interesting" He mocked her as he spritzed her exposed belly. He watched his watch for a full maddening minute, then pulled a feather out of his pocket and slowly traced a spiral with it.
The sensation was tenfold: It was as if the tickling feeling was growing stonger by the second...her laughter began as usual, but grew and grew...
"NoooohohohohoHOHOHAHAHEEHEESTOHAHAHAHAH
HAHAP! OH!NO!HO!HO!HA!HA!
Eric stopped and made a big dramatic show of looking at her feet,"Hmmmmm what am I forgetting..."
"Oh!No!" Sara was exhausted,""No!No!No!Please! No!"
But he was already there, spritzing her feet, making sure he got in between her toes. He was rubbing the solution between them when she started cracking up again...
"NO!NOO!NOO!HA!HA!HA!
He chuckled and dug in with both hands, alternating between one on each foot to both on one foot, never letting her predict what to expect next.
She was a panting, weeping, red faced mess after just one minute.
He continued for five.
Then, while she was still in the throws of after-the-fact giggle spurts, he raised her legs up using the hospital bed's stirups. He pulled up a flap revealing the area between her legs and squirted large amounts of the formula. She felt him place something in there, then he closed the area up, threading a fake hospital tube in so that it looked like she could use the restroom if she wanted, and began adding new cast material.
That's when Sara realized she had no means to use the restroom. Just knowing that made her feel the sudden urge to go. "Eric, what will I do when I have to go to the restroom?"
He smiled,"You'll sing your ABC's to me, Love."
She blinked in disbelief, speechless.
He was spritzing her other exposed body parts now and inserting something that felt like thick tape on her skin before wrapping her up more.
Before she knew it, she was lying in a full body cast, looking for all the world like someone she wasn't.
He turned on some music and she rolled her eyes as she heard the sound of a trickling stream. She wouldn't let that get to her. She had been trained on dealing with all sorts of mind games that terrorists and criminals might employ. Her first confident smile crossed her face as she thought, "I'll show him."
But then she felt it. A tiny tickling right around her vagina. Oh! Now it was also just inside her labia...oh! God! It tickled! she was being tickled there of all places! And worse, it was arousing her! Did he have any idea? She glanced at him as he sat amused in the corner of the room, looking for all the world like a nurse in attendence taking notes. He caught her glance and winked...at that same moment she felt a wave of tantalizing pleasure. Then another. Then another!
She was fighting it with all her might, but it was as if her body was on his side!
He cocked his head and it increased again, and again, and again....now her body was wanting it, craving it in spite of her pride!
He offered her a smirk and perfectly mimicked Austin Powers,,"Do I make you horny?"
She opened her mouth to give him a smart retort when it grew even more demanding," Oh!ahahahAH!"
"Yeah, baby! Yeah!", he laughed at her predicament, still mimicking the silly character. Then suddently, in a wave of pleasure she was teetering on the edge, wanting release, craving release with every part of her body. She felt it comming, it was building up into the most powerful orgasm of her life, she couldn't resist it another moment...then, just as it was about to reach a crescendo, she plateued,"Oh! No! No! no!" She instincitvely called out to him.
But he kept her there.
He walked around the bed, a studious expression on his face, taking notes about who knows what as she wanted to buck and finish herself off. He even leaned over, just inches from her eyes, raised his brows, mocking her, as he increased her desire, but not releasing her,"Are you begging for something, Sara?"
Every ounce of her wanted to shout, "YES! I'll do anything, ANYTHING! Just release me!" But she held her ground.
"That's my girl!" He kept mocking her, "But can you handle this?" Suddenly she felt herself rushing toward climax only to glide over it and find herself even hornier than before...then it happend again, and again...the last time she was even feeling the first throws of orgasm only to have it interupted by tickling on her feet, underams, stomach, sides, and just above the knees...the tickling grew in sync with the waves of pleasure until they were so intertwined that she couldn't free one sensation from the other in her mind.
She was giggling and begging, and promising him anything jsut to be allowed to come when she felt a thrid sensation. She HAD to use the restroom!
"Please! Eric! I have to pee! Please! I've got to go!"
But he only looked down lovingly at her with a huge smile on his face. It's then that she saw what looked like a cell phone in his hand. He was pushing buttons and followed her line of sight to his hand, "Oh yeah, Sara, dear. I can make you feel just about anything right now." Suddenly she felt like someone had pushed her bladder in, like school bullies sometimes do to smaller kids needing to go tot he restroom.
The trickling creek sound was more apparent to her now!
But then the pleasure came, and the tickling and all three sensations had her crying for mercy!
That's when Brian reentered the room to see her seemingly lying on her back, perfectly still in the body cast, tears running down her cheeks, smiling up at Eric who wasn't even touching her, and begging for Mercy.
He came around and put his arm around Eric's shoulders,looking down at Sara,"I've gotta hand it to you, bro. You've got this one prepped, alright!"
Sara didn't care what the guy was saying, she was horse now from laughing her head off and begging for release, "OKAYHEYHEY!HEE!HEE!OH!HO!HO!NO!HA!HA!OH! I'LL DO ANYTHEE!HEE!HEE!ING! ABCHEHEEHEEDEEHEEHEEAAAHA!HA!HA!"
Eric just shook his head down at her,"Sorry, love. That doesn't count, you'll have to start over again and sing uninterupted."
"Why, Eric!", his brother chided,"I didn't know you had it in you!"
Sara was struggling now,"AHEYHEYHEEEE!BEEHEEHEEHEECEEHEEHEEDEEEEEEHA!HA!"
"I'm sorry, but you're just not discernable." Eric said giving her a kiss on her forehead. "Perhaps you need more motivation..."
"NOOOO!HO!HO!HO!NOMORE!PLEHEEHEEHEEASE!"
But he pushed his little faux phone again and all three sensations increased beyond what she thought was possible to endure.
That's when her boss and several other co-workers entered the room. He looked down at her as if she were a rare insect of some sort and dictated to one of his employees."Write down that we have successfully located Samantha Applegate. Red hair. Brown eyes, Caucasion, but heavily tanned. Restraints definitely required. Perhaps sedation. Contact Sara and tell her to interview this victim at the private ward tommorrow..."
"We tried to contact her as you requested, Sir, but she hasn't returned our calls.", one of his udnerlings replied.
Her boss shook his head,"Well, if she can't be relied on, get Nicki on board."
He walked over to Brian and Eric, "Thanks for attending to the demands of this patient. Am I correct in understanding that you are both responsible for her medical and psychological asistance while we are hunting down the suspects?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You can count on us, Sir!"
The chief nodded and looked back over at Sara. She struggled and willed herself to shout for help, but it quickly became a garbled mix of sighs, screams of frustration and laughter. Her boss raised his brows and shook his head in dismay,"Tell Nicki that I doubt she'll be much out of this witness. This one has lost it!"
He exited the room with Brian. But Eric came back and looked down at Sara with a mixture of sadness and amusement,""You shouldn't have doubted me, Sara. You saw Caroline today. See how she missed me? Be careful, Sara, or I can put you there. There are others. But she irritated me. You shouldn't have irritated me, Sara. I asked for such a little thing. Everything could have been so wonderful. " Then, he kissed her on her lips, increased the pleasure, tickling and bladder sensation to an even more unbearable point ..she could hardly make a sound, save but for some high squeaks that escaped her lips.
As he left he hear her screaming breathlessly after him,"ABCDEHEEHEEHEEHEEFGHIUGH!OH!NO!NO!NO!JKLMNO!HO!HO!HO!HO !PQRSTUVHEE!HEE!HEE!WXYZ!PLEHEE!HEE!Hee!ASE!" Of course it didn't count. Even if she had managed it, he wouldn't have acknowledged it. This one had been disapointingly easy to capture and cajole. He'd leave ehr like that for the next three days. Actually, he'd programed the three sensations to occur simultanously in the day, but at randomly different intervals in the evenings. She'd be ready for him to return. She'd be happy to greet him then. Ready to Obey.
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This was one of the earliest pieces I've written...it is a bit of a mystery story with a female protagonist as a FBI agent. Hope you enjoy!
Eric winked at her, "Told you I'd get ya!", he laughed handing her the roses.
Sara was about to sniff them reflexively, when she stopped herself and turned them upside down onto her bread plate. A soft pink powder fell out of the petals onto the plate. She wrinkled her nose at it, took a small glass vial from her purse and scooped some of the substance into it, careful not to touch it. Then, screwing the top on it, she stuck it back into her purse, and welcomed the glass of wine the waiter brought her to the table. He was about to leave, when she said, "Wait a sec.", and placed the roses petal down into an old glass of leftover iced tea,"Please see that these things get into the trash."
She picked up her glass and looked Eric straight in the eye,"I hope that wasn't your plan for the evening. After all your talk today, I was kinda counting on your being more of a challenge." She lifted the glass to her lips as she delighted in seeing his disapointment. She paused, "So is that how you got your victims into ticklish situations in the past, Eric? Come on, spill the beans, I wanna know what makes you tick!" She winked at him, flirting a little in spite of herself, and pretended to sip the wine, careful to mimick a swallowing motion in her throat, he just looked at her as she continued, "I mean really, what makes a mastermind like you choose to do something as random as tickling and playing with the minds of lonely women?"
Eric didn't miss a beat, his soft blue eyes expressing nothing but the deepest compassion,"Are you a lonely woman, Sara?"
Sara blushed instantly feeling the heat in her cheeks. Oops. She'd let him in too far, and he was watching her perform the equivalent of a high wire act demonstrated on a greased wire, ready to pounce. She reached for the pepper and sprinkled it on her food before answering, "Yeah, working for the FBI can get lonely since you can't share what winds up being a pretty large part of your life with those outside work."She shrugged, putting a piece of food in her mouth as she thought and swallowed, "But I've gotten used to it."
"Yeah, sure you have. You're an intelligent woman who knows what has to be done to get what she wants. So, you've adjusted. But the question is, is getting used to it enough for you to be happy considering 'it' is the rest of your life?"
Sara blinked a couple of times at him. How had this man, in a matter of minutes, managed to read her so well? "I suppose we all have things that we measure our lives by. Standards we are brought up with from our family, society, media, etc. When we select standards for ourselves subconsciously we wind up measuring our degree of happiness based on that." She took another bite, proud of herself for having moved the conversation off herself and into more philosophical territory.
Eric nodded, picked up a bread stick and broke it, then leaned back. "You wanna know what I think?"
Sara leaned her head forward resting it on her elbows, "Always."
He laughed, "You seem eager to know my thoughts."
"It's my job to be eager. I get paid to know your thoughts."
"Well then, I think if you take this part of a breadstick and stick it here..."he stuck it in his left ear, "and stick this one here..."he stuck it in his right ear,"...and put this tomato here..."he picked up one of the halved cherry tomato garnishes on her plate and stuck it on his nose...
Sara couldn't help it. She had to laugh at the absurdity of this well dressed handsome man suddenly looking like a schoolboy playing with his food. She covered her mouth, looking from him to the rest of the patio between her fingers, squelching a giggle.
But he didn't stop, he grabbed the parsly on her plate, tore it in two and used the butter to stick the tiny leaves onto his lids and fluttered his eyes at her.
She gave up, laughing outloud,"Lord, what the guys at work would think if they saw me now!" she thought to herself.
But he simply opened his arms as if to present himself to the world, "...you do all these things, you get the most beautiful sound in the world: laughter."He fluttered his parsly lashes at her,"Don't you think measuring the happiness of your life by how many laughs your face lights up with is the best standard to go by, Sara?"
Sara was giggling like a schoolgirl,"I guess I never really thought of it that way. But then I've never philosophized with a nut either."
Eric's eyes were twinking under the parsly lashes as he leaned forward,"I may have a nutty bway of looking at the world, Sara, but my brain is good enough to catch you.", he winked, parsly and all.
Sara suddenly felt like she'd walked into a trap of some sort. Her eyes took in an inventory of everything...she'd ordered her own wine, and then only pretended to drink it when she realized she'd looked the other way to discard his flowers. She had stopped herself from smelling the roses, even took the powder for the lab's tests. What had she missed? The carpaccio had been brought staight out of the kitchen and there was no way the staff would have helped this wacko...
Eric began to smile confidently, as he removed the food off his face."Let me spare you the time, Sara. I knew you'd be too smart for something as obvious as the roses, but you needed to to feel smart aobut things, so I faked you out on that. Tommorrow your lab will discover decorative pink powdered sugar in that little vial of yours. I love to cook and bake, Sara. I've got loads of the stuff around my kitchen at home. Perhaps you can come over and I'll make you a homecooked meal sometime." He took a sip of her wine,"And there's no need for you to waste a perfectly good glass of wine, either. Yes, I know you've been faking the sips."
Sara's heart was pounding a bit faster as he continued, drinking her wine.
"Your carpaccio is fine. Nope, no poison of any kind there."
Sara was fingering for her cell but couldn't find it. Damn. she'd set it next to her on the table...
"Nope, you're much to clever of a girl to be gotten by something as obvious as those things, and you should know by now that I'd never insult you Sara." He sounded so gentlemanly it was driving her crazy.
Then she felt it. Some kind of numbness in her legs and arms. Like all her limbs were suddenly asleep. Her heart was beating faster. It was getting harder to move, but she kept searching for her cell...
"Yes, of course I still got my lovely Sara. You know, I'd never allow myself to forget any detail that might keep me from something so beautiful..."
An elderly couple walked by and the lady overheard his last sentence. She paused and turned to them both, "We've been watching you two lovebirds. It has put us in stitches watching her trash your flowers to finally laughing with you. We just had to say how wonderful it is to see a young couple in love..."
Eric just nodded,"Yes, isn't she wonderful? I never thought I'd find someone like her!"
Sara wanted to scream to them to help her, but now she couldn't make a sound as the numbness had spread to her throat and her tongue felt like lead in her mouth. But she finally managed to find her phone and summoned all her willpower to press the emergency button on it that would notify the FBI where she was and that she was in trouble.
The couple left and Eric chuckled, "See? Even they think we belong together!" He then reached down under the table and pulled her leg up, setting her foot on his lap and removed her shoe, careful to keep the table cloth covering everything,"Hmmm. I'm guessing that you're losing mobility about now? Am I right, Sara?"
When she didn't answer, he continued,"Now there was something you said that I'd never get to do. Let me think...what was it..."
Sara's eyes were growing wide, as wide as the chemical coursing through her veins would allow, as she remembered what she had told him during his interogation that afternoon...
Eric broke out into a wicked grin as he tilted his head and looked right in her eyes. Then she felt it, a single excrutiating stroke from her heel to her toes....
EEEEEEEeeeeeee! Every bone and muscle in her body wanted to desprately escape his touch, but all her screams could only be heard in her own head!
Eric winked at her,"Or was it this way, my love?" and he draged his finger from her toes to her heel. She could feel the laughter inside her dying to come out, but could only stare at him, her eyes pleading at him.
"What would happen if I used two fingers, Sara?"
She felt his two fingers run steadily up and down her foot. It was unbearable. He wasn't even holding her foot in his lap. In fact, he was sipping that damn glass of wine that she'd been so careful to avoid as he tickled her mercilessly under the table cloth, "What about three fingers, Sara? What do you think of that?"
Up and down, up and down, each stroke making her want to scream for him to stop!
"What about four fingers, hmm?What do you say, Sara?"
Any other moment and she'd be bouncign around wildly, sreaming, begging, groveling for the tickling to stop. But now, all she could do is release tears of frustration as they welled up in her eyes.
"Awwwww,"he mocked her,"Looks like Sara is going to cry. I think she needs a good laugh. Yeah, this should set her right!" He really lunged into it, his five fingers savagely attacking every ounce of skin on her foot, making her want to beg for him to stop more than she'd ever wanted to beg for anything before! "Oh! God! MAKE HIM STOOOOP!", she was screaming for mercy inside her head, but outside the most she could do to express anyhing was the tiniest twitching semblance of a smile and tears streaming down her cheeks. "Where are the guys?" She kept thinking to herself,"I sent a signal for help minutes ago, and they are just seconds away!!!"
"Tickle tickle tickle! Sara!" His voice interupted her thoughts like a train running over a watermelon," Don't try and ignore me, Sara, you haven't got a chance of winning this one, sweetie!" Even though he sounded for all the world like someone's teasing big brother, there was a glint to his eyes when he said those words that told her he wasn't just playing anymore.
"What about six fingers, Sara, love of my life?"
"What about a set of handcuffs, Eric?" A voice came from behind her and Sara would have sighed with relief, had she been able at the sound.
Eric's eyes squinted the tiniest bit, then he began to stand up,"Surely there's no law against tickling a cute gal's foot, is there, officer?"
"While I'm around there is, Mr.Lawson.", the voice answered.
Eric grinned,"Guess you want the lady all to yourself?"
"Something like that. Now sit tight while I cuff you up and we'll talk all this over in the car." There was a pause,"Can she move?"
Eric's grin hadn't faded one bit,"Not an inch."
"Try a hairs width!"thought Sara.
"Thought so. In that case, you should know I've got a gun and I don't want to have to use it. So help me and I'll be nice in return."
"I'm hardly in a position to decline, officer.", he held his hands up in submission, then caught Sara's gaze and wiggled them in her direction. Her heart beat faster at the mere appearance of them in action.
The officer moved in and cuffed him, then shuffled him off to a car near the curb. All Sara could tell was that he had blonde hair and was wearing shades.
The officer now came back. "Well, well, well, detective. Seems like you got yourself into quite the ticklish situation." He chuckled.
Sara wanted to roll her eyes. She knew she'd never hear the end of this from the guys. She leaned her full weight on him as he picked her up and carried her to the car, her paralyzed body falling, like a paperclip chain onto the seat. He drove her back to the headquarters via a back entrance,"Your'e in luck today, Sara. My girlfriend is the doctor that's been helping us to identify what this nutjob does to his victims and has identified the poison he uses on them. They got that breakthrough tonight, after you left. She knew you'd want to keep this situation quiet from the guys, so she gave me the antidote for you to take. If it wasn't for this stuff, you'd have been at his mercy all night!"
Sara didn't know the officer's girlfriend, or even the officer's name., but she felt like she could kiss them both as he wheeled her into what looked like a hospital room and administered an injection,"You'll have to sleep this off, I'm afraid." was the last thing she heard before she blacked out.
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Sara woke up in the hospital bed. She blinked a few times, thinking that she heard voices.
"Ahhh. There she is. She's coming around!" She heard a familiar voice. It was the cop that had helped her the night before. She wanted to thank him and tried to raise her head in his direction, but couldn't. She tried again. Now she tried to lift her arm. Nothing. A leg. Nada.
"Here, I'll raise you up." She heard his voice and her bed began to move into an upright position. Now he came into view. But something was off. His hair was blonde alright, and his eyes were green, but his face was the same shape as...as...Eric!
"I think she's finally catching up, bro!" The officer smiled at her, but was addressing someone else in the room.
Eric came around the side of the bed and sat on her left and winked at her, "Yeah, Brian, I think she is!"
Sara watched horrified as the officer removed his contacts and looked at her with the same piercing blue eyes that Eric had. They were twins!
Sara now looked at her body, she had been tanned somehow, and her hair was red. She was in a body cast of some kind. But there were random openings in the cast along her sides, stomach, armpits, above her knees, chest and her feet were sticking out. She let fly with a barrage of questions,"What is going on? Why me? How can you do this? What do you want..."
"Shush, sweet Sara. We won't hurt you, we'll just make you laugh, that's all." Eric patted her hand like a concerned friend.
"And laugh, and laugh, and laugh and laugh..."Brian whispered near her ear.
"Yeah, you can laugh out loud now, Sara. As no one will think of looking for you here. not in the basement of your own headquarters!"
"Oh, and your name, should they find you, will be 'Samantha Applegate'. You know the file. An insane woman that goes from being mute to being in the throws of hysterical laughter in a split second. Requires regular intensive therapy with a Dr. Stykes?" Brian continued as he put new brown contacts in his eyes.
Sara's heart froze. She knew the case file alright. Samantha Applegate was who she was supposed to interview tommorrow.
Brian saw her sudden fear and lapped it up like a kitten discovering fresh cream,"Oh don't worry, Sara, dear. I'm quite sure they'll find someone to take over the meeting tommorrow. Afterall, Samantha is currently detained elsewhere right now, but we've assured her that she will be represented. Besides, isn't there an amibitious little girl who would love the opportunity to strut her stuff on her first real case flying solo?" Brian was now bending over a sink in the room and washing dye out of his hair and putting in new dye.
Sara knew immediately who he was talking about. Nicki Taylor had been the ass kisser that pretended to be her number 2 when in reality everyone knew she wanted to steal Sara's job. Damn. she would step in and probably wouldn't even recognize her!
"Oh dear, Sara, darling!" Eric brought her back to the present,"Only upside down frowns are allowed in here!" He reached over for her side and stole a quick tickle...
"Hee!Hee!Ha!Ha!Oh!Nooooo!Stohahahap that!Pleeheeheeheease!"
"Sounds like the Sarabird wants to sing!" Brian was standing at the foot of her bed, combing his new grey hair. He looked undeniably handsome, although quite a bit older with his new soft brown eyes, dyed brows, and more conservative cut. He moved the comb down over Sara's right sole sending ripples of giggles out of her mouth, "Hee!Hee!Hee!Ha!Ha!No!ho!ho!ho!StohahahahahapIt!"
The brothers chuckled together for a moment. Then Eric spoke up, "Oh, Sara, Sara, Sara. You really should have watched that pepper last night."
Sara remembered using the pepper..Oh! How could she have been so stupid!
"Did you say, 'pepper'?" Brian was pushing a pair of distinctive looking silver rimed glasses onto his nose. He pulled on a doctor's coat and placed a stethascope in his ears, placing the suction cup over her heart. He pulled out a long, skinny grey stick with a tiny group of grey feathers on the end. It looked like the handle was hollow and held grains of some kind...Sara's heart began to beat faster...
"Mmmmm! Music to my ears!" Brian smiled sadisticly as he slowly lowered the device down towards her nose at a steady but slow pace.
"Oh! No! Nonononono! Please! No!"
Sara reflexively tried to move her face away, but couldn't. Suddenly she felt it, a tiny teasing tickling right on the outside of her nose. She twitched, and struggled, commanding herself not to sneeze, but the sensation only grew stronger.
Poof!
A tiny grey cloud erupted around her nose and the sensation made her sneeze the loudest she had ever sneezed in her life, "AAaaaahchoooo!"
Then, he did it again, and again, and again...
She was feeling pretty miserable now, unable to stop sneezin, even as he was putting away his little toy in his back pocket,"That's my own special mixture, Sara. One third pepper, one third itching powder, and one third sneezing powder. It should keep you occupied as we help you entertain your guests." He pushed his glasses further up his nose,"If you don't behave, I'll stick some of it in your cast before moving you to your new home, Miss Applegate!"
Sara couldn't answer, the sneezes kept comming and comming. She never noticed as Eric put on a nurse's uniform and green contacts. He wnet over to the sink to wash his hair and reveal light brown underneath. He then took a light brush and added grey to his temples and a mustache.
Sara was sneezing harder now. "Say your ABC's for me, Sara." he demanded as he walked up to her.
She looked incredulous at him, offering only a quick glare between sneezes.
'Come on, Sara. Be a good girl, and sing them to me."
She just glared at him, even as she sneezed up a storm. Seh wasn't about to give him a thing!
"Don't ruin a good night's sleep, Sara. Trust me. You'll wish you had obeyed us."
Sara refused, realizing it was her only means of holding onto a part of her dignity.
"Fine,"Brian said, taking out a tube and setting it right on top of her. He then began putting on gloves, picked up the tube ans showed it to her,"Lesson number one, Sara. Obedience." She read the lable,"Itch Stopping Cream". He sighed,"I think we both know what this really is Sara. You already know I'm a brain at chemistry. this is my own concentrate. I garauntee its a perscription for garuanteed misery. Now, I can write a perscription that says the nurses have to admister this reguraly during the night, or you can say your ABC's." He took one gloved finger and put a little of the ointment on it. He reached over and dabbed a tiny bit on the udnerside of her wrist.
"Augh!"Sara gasped as her wrist immediately exploded with the sensation. She tried desprately to stretch her fingers down to scratch it, but it was no use, even with her long nails, her finger tips were a maddening half inch from the itch.
Brian grinned and dabbed some on her other wrist, on her tummy, her partially exposed neck, her outer ears, her cheeks, and just outside her nose.
"Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuugh!" Sara was truly miserable, dying to squirm, to scratch, to stop sneezing.
"We'll let you think things over for a while, Sara. You'll notice the effects will increase significantly over the next few hours. If by then you still won't comply, we can increase the dosage...."
"Brian. Stop it. I told you I want to handle this one my own way."
Brian looked furious at his brother,"She has to learn to become submissive!"
"And she will. But let me handle her.", Eric looked at Sara in a softer way than his brother's cold calculating stare,"I have a good idea that this kind of training will only serve to strengthen this one's resolve."
"But.."
"I mean it, Brian, this one is mine."
Brian's upper lip trembled with anger in a way that scared Sara. But she was more pissed at him than anything. Their eyes met and she didn't look away. He held her gaze for what seemed like forever, then looked down at his feet and turned to his brother. "Alright. you tame her in under one hour, and she's all yours. If not, I'll move on as planned."
With that, he walked out of the room.
Eric turned to her, placing a long stemmed pink rose across her heart, "Silly Sara, I told you to do as I asked. My brother's methods are too crude for someone like you. I told him that before you woke."He went to the sink and wet a cloth, and began wipping her nose, ears, and all the places his brother had put the solution,"He wants you for momentary entertainment. But I want you for a lifetime's entertainment." he offered her a warm smile that she was grateful for.
"He spoiled our fun, didn't he?"
"Your fun." Sara retorted.
"Awww. Betcha liked it a little bit?" Eric reached up and tickled her lightly under her arms. He laughed as she scrunched up her face, struggling not to laugh, finally she gave way to a flood of giggles that came out in spurts.
"Thought so!" He smiled down at her triumphantly,"My brother isn't the only brain around here. I have my own designs. But don't worry, they won't make you uncomfortable. In fact, they may make you very comfortable."
Eric produced a small spray bottle,"This increases sensitivity the longer it touches the skin. I put it into your cast. Allow me to demonstrate." he sauntered over to her stomach, and drew a big spiral with his finger from the outside in towards her belly button.
"Nooohohohohahahaheeeheeeheeehahahonohoho!"She laughed outloud.
"Oh my! this is going to be interesting" He mocked her as he spritzed her exposed belly. He watched his watch for a full maddening minute, then pulled a feather out of his pocket and slowly traced a spiral with it.
The sensation was tenfold: It was as if the tickling feeling was growing stonger by the second...her laughter began as usual, but grew and grew...
"NoooohohohohoHOHOHAHAHEEHEESTOHAHAHAHAH
HAHAP! OH!NO!HO!HO!HA!HA!
Eric stopped and made a big dramatic show of looking at her feet,"Hmmmmm what am I forgetting..."
"Oh!No!" Sara was exhausted,""No!No!No!Please! No!"
But he was already there, spritzing her feet, making sure he got in between her toes. He was rubbing the solution between them when she started cracking up again...
"NO!NOO!NOO!HA!HA!HA!
He chuckled and dug in with both hands, alternating between one on each foot to both on one foot, never letting her predict what to expect next.
She was a panting, weeping, red faced mess after just one minute.
He continued for five.
Then, while she was still in the throws of after-the-fact giggle spurts, he raised her legs up using the hospital bed's stirups. He pulled up a flap revealing the area between her legs and squirted large amounts of the formula. She felt him place something in there, then he closed the area up, threading a fake hospital tube in so that it looked like she could use the restroom if she wanted, and began adding new cast material.
That's when Sara realized she had no means to use the restroom. Just knowing that made her feel the sudden urge to go. "Eric, what will I do when I have to go to the restroom?"
He smiled,"You'll sing your ABC's to me, Love."
She blinked in disbelief, speechless.
He was spritzing her other exposed body parts now and inserting something that felt like thick tape on her skin before wrapping her up more.
Before she knew it, she was lying in a full body cast, looking for all the world like someone she wasn't.
He turned on some music and she rolled her eyes as she heard the sound of a trickling stream. She wouldn't let that get to her. She had been trained on dealing with all sorts of mind games that terrorists and criminals might employ. Her first confident smile crossed her face as she thought, "I'll show him."
But then she felt it. A tiny tickling right around her vagina. Oh! Now it was also just inside her labia...oh! God! It tickled! she was being tickled there of all places! And worse, it was arousing her! Did he have any idea? She glanced at him as he sat amused in the corner of the room, looking for all the world like a nurse in attendence taking notes. He caught her glance and winked...at that same moment she felt a wave of tantalizing pleasure. Then another. Then another!
She was fighting it with all her might, but it was as if her body was on his side!
He cocked his head and it increased again, and again, and again....now her body was wanting it, craving it in spite of her pride!
He offered her a smirk and perfectly mimicked Austin Powers,,"Do I make you horny?"
She opened her mouth to give him a smart retort when it grew even more demanding," Oh!ahahahAH!"
"Yeah, baby! Yeah!", he laughed at her predicament, still mimicking the silly character. Then suddently, in a wave of pleasure she was teetering on the edge, wanting release, craving release with every part of her body. She felt it comming, it was building up into the most powerful orgasm of her life, she couldn't resist it another moment...then, just as it was about to reach a crescendo, she plateued,"Oh! No! No! no!" She instincitvely called out to him.
But he kept her there.
He walked around the bed, a studious expression on his face, taking notes about who knows what as she wanted to buck and finish herself off. He even leaned over, just inches from her eyes, raised his brows, mocking her, as he increased her desire, but not releasing her,"Are you begging for something, Sara?"
Every ounce of her wanted to shout, "YES! I'll do anything, ANYTHING! Just release me!" But she held her ground.
"That's my girl!" He kept mocking her, "But can you handle this?" Suddenly she felt herself rushing toward climax only to glide over it and find herself even hornier than before...then it happend again, and again...the last time she was even feeling the first throws of orgasm only to have it interupted by tickling on her feet, underams, stomach, sides, and just above the knees...the tickling grew in sync with the waves of pleasure until they were so intertwined that she couldn't free one sensation from the other in her mind.
She was giggling and begging, and promising him anything jsut to be allowed to come when she felt a thrid sensation. She HAD to use the restroom!
"Please! Eric! I have to pee! Please! I've got to go!"
But he only looked down lovingly at her with a huge smile on his face. It's then that she saw what looked like a cell phone in his hand. He was pushing buttons and followed her line of sight to his hand, "Oh yeah, Sara, dear. I can make you feel just about anything right now." Suddenly she felt like someone had pushed her bladder in, like school bullies sometimes do to smaller kids needing to go tot he restroom.
The trickling creek sound was more apparent to her now!
But then the pleasure came, and the tickling and all three sensations had her crying for mercy!
That's when Brian reentered the room to see her seemingly lying on her back, perfectly still in the body cast, tears running down her cheeks, smiling up at Eric who wasn't even touching her, and begging for Mercy.
He came around and put his arm around Eric's shoulders,looking down at Sara,"I've gotta hand it to you, bro. You've got this one prepped, alright!"
Sara didn't care what the guy was saying, she was horse now from laughing her head off and begging for release, "OKAYHEYHEY!HEE!HEE!OH!HO!HO!NO!HA!HA!OH! I'LL DO ANYTHEE!HEE!HEE!ING! ABCHEHEEHEEDEEHEEHEEAAAHA!HA!HA!"
Eric just shook his head down at her,"Sorry, love. That doesn't count, you'll have to start over again and sing uninterupted."
"Why, Eric!", his brother chided,"I didn't know you had it in you!"
Sara was struggling now,"AHEYHEYHEEEE!BEEHEEHEEHEECEEHEEHEEDEEEEEEHA!HA!"
"I'm sorry, but you're just not discernable." Eric said giving her a kiss on her forehead. "Perhaps you need more motivation..."
"NOOOO!HO!HO!HO!NOMORE!PLEHEEHEEHEEASE!"
But he pushed his little faux phone again and all three sensations increased beyond what she thought was possible to endure.
That's when her boss and several other co-workers entered the room. He looked down at her as if she were a rare insect of some sort and dictated to one of his employees."Write down that we have successfully located Samantha Applegate. Red hair. Brown eyes, Caucasion, but heavily tanned. Restraints definitely required. Perhaps sedation. Contact Sara and tell her to interview this victim at the private ward tommorrow..."
"We tried to contact her as you requested, Sir, but she hasn't returned our calls.", one of his udnerlings replied.
Her boss shook his head,"Well, if she can't be relied on, get Nicki on board."
He walked over to Brian and Eric, "Thanks for attending to the demands of this patient. Am I correct in understanding that you are both responsible for her medical and psychological asistance while we are hunting down the suspects?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You can count on us, Sir!"
The chief nodded and looked back over at Sara. She struggled and willed herself to shout for help, but it quickly became a garbled mix of sighs, screams of frustration and laughter. Her boss raised his brows and shook his head in dismay,"Tell Nicki that I doubt she'll be much out of this witness. This one has lost it!"
He exited the room with Brian. But Eric came back and looked down at Sara with a mixture of sadness and amusement,""You shouldn't have doubted me, Sara. You saw Caroline today. See how she missed me? Be careful, Sara, or I can put you there. There are others. But she irritated me. You shouldn't have irritated me, Sara. I asked for such a little thing. Everything could have been so wonderful. " Then, he kissed her on her lips, increased the pleasure, tickling and bladder sensation to an even more unbearable point ..she could hardly make a sound, save but for some high squeaks that escaped her lips.
As he left he hear her screaming breathlessly after him,"ABCDEHEEHEEHEEHEEFGHIUGH!OH!NO!NO!NO!JKLMNO!HO!HO!HO!HO !PQRSTUVHEE!HEE!HEE!WXYZ!PLEHEE!HEE!Hee!ASE!" Of course it didn't count. Even if she had managed it, he wouldn't have acknowledged it. This one had been disapointingly easy to capture and cajole. He'd leave ehr like that for the next three days. Actually, he'd programed the three sensations to occur simultanously in the day, but at randomly different intervals in the evenings. She'd be ready for him to return. She'd be happy to greet him then. Ready to Obey.
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