Here's part 2 of "When Opportunity Knocks". For part 1, click the following link:
When Opportunity Knocks (MMF/F, MM/F, F/F cruel)
A certain song had been stuck in Kristina’s head for the past couple days. Frustratingly, as was often the case when this sort of thing happened, it wasn’t like she particularly liked it to begin with. It was okay. The lyrics were the sort that got you to sing along with the chorus and the beat fit well enough, but otherwise it was the sort of music that didn’t leave much of an impression on her. The entire reason Kristina remembered it at all was because of a different emotion the tune brought to the forefront: Stark raving terror. A woman the 24-year-old secretary never ever wanted to see again had downloaded the song onto her phone to serve as her personal ringtone. Kristina had spent every waking moment of the last couple days dreading that tune heralding hours of being relentlessly tickled again.
It had been several days since that horrible night at La Botticella. Kristina did her best to put the entire incident out of mind. Part of her was convinced that as long as she kept her chin up, tried to look on the bright side of things, and got back into the swing of her vacation, then it’d be like nothing had ever happened to begin with. Maybe if she was lucky, Asella Prim and her goons would be too busy with chopping the heads off horses and robbing banks or whatever it was the mafia spent their time doing to remember about her at all. For her part, she’d settled on spending her days on a self-directed sightseeing tour visiting whatever restaurants, gardens, and parks caught her fancy while working on her goal of visiting all of the most bouncing clubs in New York in the evenings.
Kristina had been uncomfortable wearing anything that exposed her midriff the past couple days. So much as looking at a piece of clothing that exposed her upper body made her shudder remembering the feeling of nails crawling all over her bare skin. Today though, she’d proclaimed she wasn’t going to let those criminals control her life, threw caution to the wind, and grabbed the front tie shirt she’d bought specifically for this trip out of her suitcase. Her outfit ended up consisting of a white long sleeved front tie shirt over jeans, the sort that came fashionably ripped in the store at the cost of a gag-inducingly sizable markup, her leather boots, and, because there were young children in the area that made her feel awkward showing too much skin, a baggy black hoodie that she planned to take off after getting to the club.
Today’s daytrip location of interest was a little hole in the wall arcade Kristina had passed by a couple times on her way to restaurants in the same area. A combination of curiosity and nostalgia had gotten the better of Kristina. It’d been years since she’d set foot inside an arcade. Her last memories of being in anything similar were all the way back in high school when she’d played on the arcade machines in the front lobby of a bowling alley while waiting for her friends to show up.
A rhythm game Kristina had seen someone playing had a monopoly on her attention. It wasn’t quite the dancing game she’d remembered being popular when she was younger. This one had lines falling down the screen in accordance to the music and she had to tap the corresponding virtual keys of a touchscreen keyboard in time with the beat to score points. She found it all surprisingly engrossing once she got the hang of it. Engrossing enough that the machine had eaten its way through several dollars worth of quarters by now and she was caught completely by surprise when a hand clapped her on the back out of nowhere.
“Yeargh!” Something between a yelp, a shout, and a shriek passed between her lips despite Kristina’s hands coming up to clasp over her own mouth to cut it off. She whipped around to glare at whoever it was that just did that.
“Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Standing behind her was an Asian-looking woman holding her hands up placatingly. Kristina’s glare took on a tinge of annoyance. What was it with strangers and coming up from behind to startle her recently? It was really starting to get on her nerves. The woman continued on with a cheerful tone in spite of Kristina’s obvious annoyance. “The name’s Honoka Ogawa. I’m a police detective working for the NYPD - Harlem Division. You’re Kristina Sharpe, yes? Do you have a moment to talk?”
A cursory once-over of Honoka gave the impression of a detective in their early-to-mid-30s… or maybe that was just because Kristina associated brown trenchcoats with police detectives ever since she’d binge watched the entirety of Columbo back in college. One of Honoka’s hands held her police ID to back up her claim. Straight brown hair fell down to roughly the base of her skull around her sharply angled face. The trenchcoat hung open to reveal her form-fitting black shirt, letting Kristina get an eyeful of her shapely C-cup breasts and tight waist underneath, and blue jeans that led down into black sneakers.
“A quarter.”
“Huh?” Honoka stared at the hand Kristina held palm up in front of her with confusion written clear across her face.
“I’ll talk for a quarter. You made me lose.”
Honoka’s eyes drifted over to the arcade machine Kristina had been playing on. A prominent “F” was displayed on the results screen. A sigh escaped her lips as the police detective pulled out her wallet.
Honoka led Kristina over to a pizzeria across the street, claiming that the arcade was too loud to comfortably talk with all its electronic boops and beeps. There they each ordered a pair of pepperoni slices before grabbing a relatively out of the way seat in the corner.
“Let me cut to the chase,” Ogawa said after an attempt at taking a bit of her pizza led to her discovering that it was still too hot. “Like I said earlier, my name is Honoka Ogawa. I’m partners with Officer Audrey Owens.”
“Partners…?” Kristina asked tentatively.
“Work partners. Though some of our coworkers seem to wish it was more than that,” Honoka clarified with a laugh. When she noticed that Kristina didn’t share her mirth, she pressed on. “My partner was going undercover investigating local criminal elements when we lost contact with her a couple days ago. When we went to investigate the bar she was running as part of her cover, we found video footage on the security cameras of her leading a woman who looks like you inside. Her last check in before she disappeared came shortly after. Would you happen to know anything about what came after? ”
Kristina grimaced to herself. She tried to keep her displeasure from showing on her face, unsuccessfully if Honoka’s raised eyebrow was any indication, while mulling over how to handle this. Her gut was telling her that she shouldn’t trust Honoka. Kristina was trying to be more cautious around strangers ever since Audrey had tricked her into drinking drugged alcohol and the fact that Honoka was partnered with that snake in the grass wasn’t doing her any favors. There was a nagging feeling in the back of her head that something was off about what Honoka had just told her, but with nothing immediately coming to mind as to what it was she decided to just be generically cautious for now.
“Officer Ogawa…”
“Please, call me Honoka,” Honoka interjected with a bright smile. Kristina ignored her.
“The last time I overshared information it got me into a very unpleasant situation.”
“Oh my, I hope nothing untoward happened!”
“It was quite a bit more than ‘untoward’, Officer Ogawa. Officer Owens is responsible for causing me a substantial amount of grief.”
“Ah, well that’s to be expected really.”
It took Kristina a couple seconds to process what she’d just heard. She stared dumbfounded as Honoka took a couple cheerful bites of one of her pizza slices. “I’m sorry… what?”
“Maintaining the peace is hard work, you know?” she said around a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese. “Every once in a while we gotta step on some peoples’ toes to make certain the bad guys get brought to justice. I’m certain whatever Audrey did was necessary for her mission.”
“I don’t think you understand. Officer Owens is directly responsible for me… suffering greatly. She outright tortured me in the name of coercing me into becoming a scapegoat for her.” Frustrated by Honoka’s lack of reaction, Kristina tried being more direct. Admitting that tickling of all things had been the form of torture she’d suffered through was a little too embarrassing though, so she settled on keeping that part vague.
She was taken aback to see Honoka’s expression grow a little irritated by her insistence. “Yes, yes. I understand. Audrey can be a bit harsh at times. Try not to hold it against her, okay? I think it’s safe to assume she was doing it all in the name of public order.”
A small light of hope Kristina hadn’t even been aware of inside of her flickered out of existence. Part of her had been hoping that Audrey had been an anomaly. A bad cop gone rogue amidst a police force determined to protect the citizens of this city. That portion of her brain was aghast that the officer sitting across the table from her was dismissing what she was saying out of hand and in such an insensitive way at that. Another part of her was wondering what she’d expected from a woman who had no shame in admitting to being partnered with a dirty cop.
“I’m sorry. I’m really not in a position to talk right now.”
“I understand.” Honoka gave her a sympathetic look, though to Kristina it looked all too disingenuous. The police officer polished off the last of her food and wiped her hands on a napkin before digging around in her pocket. A business card was held out for Kristina to take. “Call this number when you’re ready to talk, okay Kristina? We can help if you’re being threatened. Protecting people like you is what we’re best at.“
“...thanks.”
After parting ways with Honoka outside the pizzeria, Kristina managed to get roughly half an hour of play back at the arcade when her phone started ringing. Kristina’s heart leapt into her mouth. It was that song. The one she’d been dreading hearing this entire time. Never before had the term “My Bestie” looked so threatening to her. The only thing keeping her from refusing to pick up was that Asella had been explicit that she expected to be answered as quickly as possible. Kristina hit the Accept button with a shaking finger.
“H-hello?”
“Hello, Ms. Not a Police Officer. Are you free this afternoon?” asked a woman’s voice.
“Yes! Of course!” It was only after the words left her mouth that Kristina realized she’d subconsciously started standing ramrod straight at attention.
“Good. Be at your hotel’s front entrance by 2 o’clock. Brian should be there to pick you up in the limousine. That should give you… a little less than half an hour to get ready from the looks of things. Look forward to it. I’m certain you’ll enjoy this.”
The call was terminated without bothering to bid her farewell. Kristina stood staring at her phone. Running away was tempting. At the very least get out of the state. Maybe even fleeing the country would be a good idea. She could fake her death and start up a new life in a remote mountain monastery as one of those ascetic monks. Surely, they wouldn’t be able to find her if she eschewed ever using electronics again for the rest of her life.
Krisitna mentally slammed the breaks on her wild fantasies with a sigh. Nevermind the increasing impracticality of each step in that plan, the thought of how Asella would punish her if she was caught terrified her more than anything else. She was simply too scared of incurring Asella’s wrath to truly entertain the thought of disobeying. It was about a 10 minute walk from the arcade to her hotel. That gave her plenty of time to head over.
As expected, she arrived at the meeting spot with time to spare. The remaining time was spent sitting on a nearby bench browsing the internet on her phone. The wait was killing her. She was barely able to concentrate enough to read the words on her phone screen. By the time a limousine pulled up and the chauffeur who’d escorted her back from the Prim Manor last time stepped out to greet her, Kristina was wound up more tightly than ever before in her life. She barely heard a word he said in between opening the car door for her and the entire ride to the Prim Manor.
“Welcome, Ms. Not a Police Officer,” Asella herself greeted Kristina inside the mansion’s foyer. The petite mafia princess had swapped to a more casual outfit than the last time Kristina had seen her. Instead of an expensive looking dress she had on a dark blue cashmere cardigan over a pleated black miniskirt and matching black nylons, though even these were so well-tailored to her figure and of such obviously high quality at a glance that Kristina figured these clothes were still far more expensive than she could ever hope to afford. Reddish brown hair that was once in a tight bun now hung from a loose ponytail to complete the more laid-back look.
“H-hello,” Katrina meekly replied. A small part of her brain wondered how Asella had settled on that particular nickname for her. ‘What sort of life does this lady live that an outsider not being a police officer qualifies as a defining trait?’ she mused to herself.
“Did you already eat lunch?”
“...I had some pizza.”
“Good. Though if you get hungry, I’ve had some treats prepared just in case. Tea and coffee can be brewed if you grow thirsty.” Asella motioned for a maid Kristina hadn’t noticed until then to step forward. In her hands was a tray piled with all manner of cupcakes, cookies, brownies, and other assorted sugary pastries. “Let’s jump straight to the fun part then. Follow me.”
Asella turned to head towards a nearby door. Kristina recognized it as the one that led down to the cellar they’d been torturing Audrey in. Every step she took to follow felt like her shoes were filled with lead. Somehow, the lack of screams of laughter coming from deep within made the trip down even more terrifying than the last. Kristina’s head was filled with all kinds of horrible scenarios of how Asella must be planning to tickle her into insanity for fun. Somehow the lack of screams of laughter coming from within the depths were making things worse. Did that mean that the maids that had been torturing Audrey were being reassigned to help gang tickle her? The thought alone of how horrible that would be was nearly enough to make the young woman break down in tears.
The door at the bottom being opened revealed none other than Audrey Owens. Kristina wasn’t certain why she was so surprised by that. The sadistic police officer was bound completely naked lying on a padded X-Frame. Considering how Kristina had last seen her being treated, Audrey was in surprisingly good shape. Her long black hair had been neatly brushed at some point and, rather than being covered head to toe in sweat from being endlessly tickled and forced orgasm, her entire body was surprisingly clean like she’d bathed recently. The temperature of the room had even been turned up high enough that the bound woman could feasibly remain comfortable despite her nudity.
“Oh. It’s you,” Audrey said bitterly upon noticing who’d entered the room. Her gaze lingered just long enough on Kristina to make her uncomfortable before turning her attention back to Asella. “Come for more ‘fun’ have you? You really have too much time on your hands.”
Asella’s response to the provocation was to walk forwards and quickly swipe the nails of one hand across one of Audrey’s unprotected soles, eliciting a strangled groan out of her victim. “I would’ve thought you’d have learned some manners by now, traitor. Maybe I’ve been too soft on you after all.”
“Asella? Why’d you bring me here?” Kristina managed to gather up the courage to ask despite the exchange occurring in front of her. An important detail had caught her attention: There wasn’t another bondage device in the room. There wasn’t much of anything really. The only other furniture inside the small stone-walled cellar was a table placed near Audrey with an array of feathers, brushes, oils, cat brushing gloves, and water bottles alongside a couple folding chairs. Up until now she’d assumed that Asella had called her over for the sake of tickling her again, but if that was the case then why’d they head straight to a room with nothing she could be restrained with?
“This is what I called you today for.” Asella accentuated the ‘this’ by repeatedly tapping a fingernail on Audrey’s foot, causing the bound woman to flinch and flex her foot as far back as it could go to avoid the touch. “As much fun as it was to watch the maids keep her in constant ticklish agony for me, none of them have the time nor inclination to ensure she suffers around the clock like I want her to.”
“Fuck you, you psycho bitch,” Audrey interjected. A groan escaped her lips soon after as Asella wordlessly transitioned to briefly spidering her nails across her helpless sole in retaliation.
“Harold and Francis help from time to time and my personal maid will join in if I order her to, but they all have their own business to attend to. The majority of tickling she’s suffered over the past few days has been when I come down to see to it personally. That’s where you come in, Ms. Not a Police Officer. I believe you of all people have good reason to be enthusiastic in lending me a hand.”
Kristina was thrown for a loop. Not once in her dread leading up to this had she dared to entertain the thought that Asella might’ve called her over to be on the tickler’s side of the equation. “Gladly,” she said with a firm nod. Regardless of whether she had expected this or not, it sure beat having to reexperience the absolute tickle hell she’d been made to suffer through last time.
Plus, she would be lying to claim she didn’t like the idea of getting revenge on Audrey for being the root cause of all of the crap she’d been through recently. Excitement started to fill her as she stepped forward to sink her nails into the beautiful, olive-skinned body stretched out for her to enjoy.
All it took was a glare from Audrey for Kristina’s enthusiasm to peter out. Her steps faltered before she even got close enough to lay her hands on the other woman. Her hesitation didn’t go unnoticed. Audrey seized the opportunity to lay on the verbal pressure. “Sure, do your worst. You know they can’t keep me like this forever, right? Once I’m free I’ll get you back a hundred times over for everything you even think about doing to me!”
The words caused Kristina to flinch back. How badly it’d tickled the last time she’d been at Audrey’s mercy was still fresh on her mind. She didn’t even want to think about what the sadist would do to her when actively out for revenge of her own.
Asella watched the entire exchange with a growing look of discontentment. Her gaze flickered between the cowering Kristina and bound Audrey, becoming irritated by the display as Asella laid on the threats. This was not how she’d been hoping things would go. It was time for her to step in.
“Ms. Not a Police Officer,” she interjected before Asella could continue further. “There is a simple way to sidestep all of that.”
“There is?”
“Yes. It’s quite easy really. You simply engrave a fear of you so deep into her body that she can’t even consider getting revenge anymore.” Asella opted not to draw the parallel between her suggestion and how Kristina was acting now. Instead, she walked around behind Audrey’s head in order to gently scrape the tips of her nails against the bound policewoman’s smooth, helplessly exposed armpits.
The past couple days of spending her free time tickle torturing Audrey for fun had given her plenty of practice with how to get the exact reaction she wanted out of her victim. Her touch was just enough to elicit ticklish sensations without being more than Audrey was capable of resisting, resulting in the naked olive-skinned beauty squirming away a little with a grimace coming across her face.
“Go to Hell,” Audrey snapped, frustrated that her bondage didn’t allow her to bring her arms down to defend herself. Asella smirked down at her victim.
“See? She’s all bark and no bite. All the esteemed Officer Audrey Owens is at this moment is a ticklish little girl. A naked. Helpless. Ticklish. Girl.” Asella accentuated each word by running her nails across the entire length of Audrey’s pits with exaggerated strokes that covered from the top of her ribs all the way to a little ways up her arms. Each trip made the bound beauty’s body jerk and spasm a little bit more, the taunting driving home her vulnerability to make every touch feel more intense than the last. By the end, a grunt escaped her lips in an effort to hold back her giggles.
Kristina understood what Asella was saying. A small voice in her head was scolding her for being scared of a naked woman trapped in bondage. Still, it was hard to shake the association that Audrey had been willfully responsible for the singularly worst night of Kristina Sharpe’s life and the fear threats of it all being repeated brought about. Her hands came up to clap her own cheeks as if she was slapping herself. ‘Chin up, stupid. Stop being scared of everything,’ she mentally chided herself.
Taking a few more steps forward brought her close enough to easily reach both of Audrey’s feet. The bound policewoman was too distracted by Asella to realize what was happening until she felt a full 10 fingernails lightly scratch against the balls of her feet. Her hips instinctively bounced off the X-frame feeling the ticklish little surges of electricity traveling up her legs.
“Tickle tickle tickle!” Kristina taunted, though it was admittedly more to psych herself up into the role than to get into Audrey’s head. The teasing wasn’t enough to break Audrey’s composure. All it did was get her grimace to twitch a little. Kristina upped the tempo. Her fingers sped up to scratch faster while wandering around the wiggling soles.
“I find that her arches are the best spots. Her toes are also fairly sensitive,” Asella advised. Kristina nodded in thanks before leaning in to focus her assault on Audrey’s long, slender toes. A surge of exhilaration ran through her when she was rewarded for her efforts with the sound of giggling. It was sporadic at first, but as she continued to hammer the spot Audrey’s giggles grew steady enough to fill the air of the cellar.
Kristina was so focused on figuring out how to extract more giggles out of her victim that she didn’t notice Asella had stopped tickling entirely. She had taken a step back to watch after she’d become reasonably certain Kristina wasn’t going to be scared off again so easily.
“Oh gohod. Nohot agahahainhehehehehe!” Audrey complained in between bouts of tittering. Being tickled for hours at a time day after day after day had worn down her willpower to resist. Holding back her laughter was getting harder every time she felt the fingers come back to tease her naked body again. A banging sound mingled with her giggling as she reflexively kicked her legs against the straps holding her down in her umpteenth futile attempt to escape being tortured again.
“Not so tough when you’re the one all tied up, huh?” Watching the slender feet in front of her flex and wiggle in response to her fingers was stirring something inside of Kristina. A small voice in the back of her head was exulting in having an opportunity like this laid out for her on a silver platter. Something Kristina had never mustered the courage to tell anybody else about before was that she’d long harbored a foot fetish. Beautifully formed toes especially were a turn on for her, hence why she’d gone straight for them in spite of Asella’s advice that the arches were more ticklish.
“Such cute little toesies… Won’t you let me play with them? I promise I’ll treat them well,” Kristina crooned. The combination of hearing Audrey’s threats transition into complaints and arousal at watching the slender digits flex in response to her probing nails was enough for Kristina to forget the last of her fear. Audrey was doing her best to squeeze her toes shut in a last ditch effort to keep Kristina from getting access to them, but she was relentless. Her nails incessantly scratched at the exposed toe tips and the balls of her feet. Rather than being an earnest attempt at getting at the sensitive skin being hidden to her, Kristina found she took a sadistic delight out of watching the toes tense up at the threat of what would inevitably happen the moment they relaxed.
“Gehet away frohom mehe! Stohop that! Pleahase stohop! Pleheasehe stop! Pleahahase!”
This was by no means the worst Audrey had been made to suffer in the last couple days. What Francis and Harold had gotten up to back at La Botticella had been more severe after they’d had a bit to figure out how to work her body and that was to say nothing of the living hell the maids of the manor put her through on her very first day here. And yet in spite of that, all Audrey was capable of doing anymore was howling with laughter and pleading for mercy in response to Kristina’s fumbling ticklish teasing. Even after it became apparent that the maids were too busy with their own jobs to repeat the performance, Asella had made certain to personally toy with her body for a couple hours every day. Audrey was too mentally worn out by this point to put up a show of resistance anymore. The ticklish torments she’d been subjected to day after day had slowly but surely broken her down to the point she no longer had the willpower to act defiant or lash out at her tormentors the moment the tickling started in earnest.
“Not yohou toohehehAHAHAHA! Leave mehe alohoHONOEHEHEHAHAHAHA!” Despite doing her best to keep up her defenses, the volume of Audrey’s giggling suddenly increased into full blown shrieks of laughter. With her full attention on Kristina at the moment, she was completely caught off guard feeling another set of fingers dig into her armpits without any warning.
“Now now. You need to learn to play nice. Am I going to have to punish you again to make you behave?” Asella teased, looking down into her victim’s eyes with amusement. While her original plan had been to allow Kristina the satisfaction of reducing Audrey into putty under her fingers by herself, watching it all play out had left her too hot and bothered to refrain from stepping in any longer. That didn’t mean she was going all out though. Asella was making a game of reaching into the depths Audrey’s smooth pits to rub with one finger at a time. She would shake and wiggle them in random directions until the finger grew tired before changing it out for the next one in line.
The surprise attack was just enough to make Audrey lose control for a second. Her toes involuntarily went from scrunched tight to flexing back, giving Kristina the opportunity she needed to grab hold of them with one hand. The fingers of her other hand came into play to gently scratch at the immobilized digits with the tips of her fingernails, forcing further shrieks of laughter out of her plaything. Kristina had strong memories of how helpless she’d felt when Asella had done this to her back at La Botticella. Now that she was on the administering side, she was getting an electrifying rush of power out of preventing Audrey’s futile attempts to wrench her foot out of her grasp or squeeze her toes shut again.
The pair continued to toy with Audrey’s naked body like that for another minute or two before Kristina’s eyes wandered over to the table of tools off to the side. That maid was a freakin’ ninja. At some point she’d slipped in to deposit the tray of sweets on the table and left all without anyone noticing she’d entered the room to begin with. A wicked idea formed in her mind. Kristina let go of Audrey’s foot briefly to snatch one of the tiny cakes with her bare hand.
“Stopping for a snack already?” Asella asked.
“I’m grabbing something to eat, yes,” said Kristina. Taking up position at Audrey’s feet again, she used the index finger of her other hand to dab off a little bit of the frosting before smearing it under the big toe of Audrey’s left foot. A high pitched squeal echoed through the cellar when she then leaned in to lick it off. “Mmmmm. Nice and sweet!”
Audrey was quickly reduced to hysterics. Every time she felt Kristina dab another bit of frosting onto her bound soles everywhere from the base of her toes down to her heels made her panic. No matter how she struggled, begged, or threatened, she would inevitably feel her toes seized by a hand to enable the secretary’s mouth to come in to lick and nibble until not a single fleck of sugar remained. Her torment was compounded by Asella’s relentless attack on her armpits and breasts. The hours of practice the mafia princess had playing with her body were being put to good use. Audrey hollered and howled with laughter as everywhere from the sensitive undersides of her breasts to her unwillingly rock hard nipples to the depths of her smooth hollows were were subjected to nails flickering, fluttering, dragging, scratching, and rubbing to devastating effect with barely a second to breathe.
Eventually, Kristina’s slice of cake ran out of frosting. She briefly considered smushing the cake itself into the soles in front of her before thinking better of it and popping the rest into her. After all, she didn’t know if she’d ever get her hands on such a high quality desert again. She might as well enjoy the opportunity while she had it.
Stopping to admire Audrey’s soles again got Kirstina to belatedly realize she’d missed a spot. During her little game just now she’d been grabbing Audrey’s foot by the toes. It wasn’t like she’d been successful in wiping all of the frosting off her hands each time. Invariably, some of it had ended directly on Audrey’s toes, but she’d been too focused on holding the feet still to pay much attention to the spots under where she’d been holding. “I shouldn’t be wasteful like that,” said Kristina with an evil little smile.
“OH GOHOD! StohOPHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! PLEAHASE no mohoREHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I’m sorry. Ih’m sohORRYHEHEHAHAHAHAAH!”
Feeling Kristina’s warm mouth wrap around her big toe made Audrey’s butt jump off to X-frame to slam back down with maddened cackles freely pouring from between her lips. Kristina was by no means an expert at this, having always wanted to worship another girl’s foot yet never gathering up the courage to try it, but she took advantage of the opportunity to do everything she’d dreamt of. She gently nibbled up and down the length of the toe from the base of the nail all the way down to where it met the rest of the foot, lapped her tongue across the length of the digit, and experimented with rolling the toe around in her mouth. Over the years she’d always imagined that hearing another girl moan as her feet were worshipped would be a massive turn on. As it turned out, she much preferred Audrey’s screams of laughter instead. Hearing the bound police woman’s laughter and feeling the toe wiggle to escape her tender ministrations sent her to distraction with a building need inside of her.
Asella’s hands stopped temporarily as she let out a small cough of embarrassment. Her maids hadn’t shown anywhere near this level of enthusiasm in their tasks, they’d simply tickle tortured Audrey because they’d been ordered to. Seeing Kristina’s face flush with arousal as she ticklishly devoured Audrey’s foot had actually managed to distract her. Up until now she had assumed that her excitement from tickling both Audrey and Kristina had been from the act of tickling itself with the fact that both were good looking women being irrelevant. Coming to the realization that she was potentially sexually attracted to other girls in the same week she’d discovered her tickling fetish was admittedly a bit much for her to work through on the spot.
Luckily, Kristina was too lost in her own world and Audrey too overwhelmed from being tickled into hysterics for either to notice the blush that had crept onto her face. Asella’s fingers dove back in to flick back and forth against Audrey’s rock hard hypersensitive nipples, savoring in the screams of laughter and frantic jiggling she elicited out of her naked tickle toy. If her guest was so enthusiastic about this, then it would’ve been be rude as host for her to not participate.
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Asella and Kristina continued to play with Audrey’s naked body for a little over four hours in total. Breaks were granted whenever the two of them wanted a snack break, not out of pity for their victim’s suffering.
At some point, Asella had gotten curious over what it was like to lick another girl’s feet and made her way to Kristina’s side to join in. While she didn’t quite enjoy it for its own sake, the fact that having a pair of tongues worming their way to lick at the sensitive webbing between her toes reduced Audrey to hysterical howls of laughter and desperate thrashing to escape made Asella happy to keep it in mind as a tool in her ticklish arsenal. Audrey was forced to endure a hellish 20 minutes of having both women licking and nibbling away at her toes, then repeating the process when Kristina insisted she had to give the right foot as much love as the left.
After that, Asella began putting the tools they’d laid out to use. A pair of electric toothbrushes had been applied to Audrey’s bare nipples to provoke out bouts of screaming and frantic struggling that made her chest jiggle in a way Asella greatly enjoyed watching. She’d been so engrossed by the display that she hadn’t realized that combining it with Kristina going to town on Audrey’s arches with a hairbrush had pushed their tickle toy over the edge into peeing herself from how badly it tickled. After she’d realized what happened Audrey was punished with a pair of egg vibrators being taped to her nipples at maximum frequency to perpetuate the torture until the batteries ran out.
Their final cruel game before retiring for the evening was a orgasm denial game, inspired by how Kristina had seen Audrey treated that last time she’d been at the manor. Asella had held a vibrator against Audrey’s wet, unwilling pussy while Kristina stood at the ready with a hairbrush in each hand. No matter how Audrey pleaded, no matter how she promised the girls would never see her again and she wouldn’t seek revenge, they brought her to the edge of orgasm over and over again. Kristina would dive in with her hairbrushes to scrub both of Audrey’s feet at the same time Asella brought back the electric toothbrushes to torment her overstimulated nipples whenever she was about to cum until they were both certain they’d tickled the arousal out of her. After a couple rounds Audrey was too broken to even beg anymore. She was reduced to a ticklish lump of putty under the girls’ hands who could do nothing but scream and laugh for them.
Kristina now sat alone in a side room of the manor. After they’d finished playing with Audrey, Asella had told her to wait here before excusing herself to take care of something. Only a single thought was going through her mind as she watched the sky transition to evening through the window she sat by: “What the fuck did I just do!?”
Kristina Sharpe liked to believe she wasn’t a cruel person. Gloating over defeated opponents struck her as more unsporting than fun and rubbing metaphorical salt in a person’s wounds was irritating for how pointlessly cruel it was. Kicking another person while they were down had never been something she enjoyed doing simply because she’d never seen the appeal of it.
But that very same girl who had no interest in beating up on a helpless opponent could only describe having spent the last couple hours tickle torturing a bound, helpless woman past the point of unbearable torture as some of the most fun she’d had in recent memory. Audrey’s every scream of laughter had been music to her ears. Listening to that bitch beg had been so arousing it’d grown difficult to not touch herself to it after a while. Being on the tickler’s side had been so incredibly fun that she hadn’t considered stopping at all until Asella declared they were done for the day.
‘I must be… No. Never mind. I shouldn’t dwell on it,’ Kristina mused to herself. She was vaguely aware of what had come over her today and made a conscious effort to push it back down. ‘Keep your chin up. Bad things happen for no good reason sometimes. It’s better to just move on,’ she sternly told herself.
Her ruminations were interrupted by the door opening. In walked Asella with a big smile across her face. “Follow me, Ms. Not a Police Officer.”
The pair went several doors down the hallway to enter a different room. Inside stood Leonardo and the incredibly hard to notice maid flanking a small table. Kristina’s breath caught in her mouth seeing the arrangement laid out before her.
“Is… is that a Louis Vuitton?” she asked, pointing at the handbag sitting on the table.
“An authentic. Made custom ordered at the young mistress’ behest,” chimed in Leonardo.
“The ring is courtesy of Bvlgari,” followed up the maid. It occurred to Kristina that this was the first time she’d ever heard the woman speak. Her voice was a surprisingly powerful contralto despite the fact that she was only a little bit taller than the petite Asella.
In a small box next to the handbag was a ring crafted to look like a coiling serpent with finely cut diamonds inlaid in the head and tail. Kristina shuffled around the table eagerly looking them over from every angle. Getting this close to such high end luxury goods was a once in a life-time opportunity for someone with her income as far as she was concerned. Gathering up the courage to touch them was a non-starter though. She didn’t even want to breathe too hard in their general direction out of fear of damaging them.
“They’re yours.”
Kristina whipped around to stare at Asella in disbelief. “...what!?”
“Both of the ring and bag are yours to take home with you. Think of them as a gift.” said Asella with a smile. Kristina’s head snapped back and forth to look at the pricey goods on the table to Asella and back again. That’s when it finally hit her.
This was Asella’s way of apologizing.
All of it. From calling her over to tickle Audrey to the plate of desserts to the ludicrously expensive handbag and ring. All of it was Asella’s way of trying to make it up to her for everything she was put through several nights ago starting at La Botticella.
“Haven’t you ever heard of saying ‘sorry’?” Kristina blurted out before she could stop herself.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“You know, apologizing. Typically when people feel bad about something they did they tell the other person they’re sorry as a first step. Getting something like this out of the blue is more offputting than anything else.”
A chill ran Kristina’s spine the moment the words left her mouth. She’d overstepped her bounds. The fun she’d had tickling Audrey and the more casual way Asella had been interacting with her today had made her temporarily forget that she was currently talking to the daughter of a mafia boss. A daughter who had taken great pleasure out of tickle torturing her to the verge of insanity simply because she could. Seeing Asella’s smile tense up in response to her words caused Kristina’s heart rate to skyrocket on the spot out of sheer panic.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some important matters to attend to. Enjoy your gifts.” Much to Kristina’s surprise, Asella didn’t respond by ordering her to be restrained for ticklish punishment. Instead, the mafia princess spun on her heel to quickly step out of the room. Kristina was left staring at the door in bafflement as it snapped shut hard enough to let out an audible bang. She wasn’t entirely certain, but she thought she’d seen Asella’s face go scarlet with embarrassment on her way out.
“You’ll have to excuse our young mistress. Her father was quite the stickler for certain details in her upbringing,” Leonardo kindly offered an explanation. “For as long as I have known him, he has been of the opinion that a true leader should never bow their head to those below them. Reparations, should the situation call for them, have always been made in goods and services rather than words. Such ideology has undoubtedly been passed on to his daughter.”
Kristina stared incredulously at the handbag and ring. They looked very different now that she knew they were meant for her. She was torn. An opportunity to get her hands on something like this would probably never come again for the rest of her life. At the very least, she could pawn them off for a sizable chunk of money to fund something she wouldn’t be perpetually terrified about getting damaged when worn out in public. On the flip side, there was something distinctly unpleasant about being so blatantly paid off to sweep a problematic episode under the rug.
“Do you not want to accept these?” asked the maid upon noticing the sour expression that had come across Kristina’s face. “If you wish, we can pass on a message to our mistress and see if we can come to a more favorable arrangement at a later date.”
“...no. I’ll take them.” Kristina’s pragmatic side won out in the end. It simply wasn’t worth it to pass up on the ridiculous amount of money the items represented in the name of stubborn pride. The handbag was hoisted up onto her shoulder. A bit of experimentation found that the ring was perfectly fitted for her left middle finger, once again making her feel more than a little put off that something the mafia had given her fit so well.
‘This doesn’t mean I forgive her, I just don’t know when I’ll ever get my hands on a Louis Vuitton,’ she mentally insisted to herself. Still, they were very nice accessories.
—--
Cordelia knew knocking on the door was pointless, but she did it anyway. It was a force of professional habit at this point. Leonardo had always been insistent that servants should always knock before entering a room even if they knew it was empty or, in this case, there were screams of laughter coming from within too loud for the occupants to possibly hear it. The part of her training she didn’t bother adhering to this time around was waiting the requisite several seconds to see if her mistress was going to bother answering, instead opting to let herself in the moment her knuckles bounced off the door.
“Mistress. Ms. Sharpe has been escorted back to her hotel.” The fact that her mistress, one Asella Prim, was currently kneeling in front of a buck naked woman tied spread eagle to a bondage device and was in the middle of running her nails all over the helpless woman’s feet didn’t bother Cordelia in the slightest. All it meant was that she had to raise her voice a little to be heard over the resulting howls of laughter. Asella didn’t even bother ceasing her ticklish attack on the woman to address her.
“Thank you, Cordelia. Did she accept her gifts?”
“She did.”
“Very good.” A sigh of relief escaped from between Asella’s lips. “If she hadn’t, I would’ve let her… No. Forget it,” she muttered aloud to herself, though Cordelia managed to hear it anyways.
The words sent Cordelia’s mind racing. On account of being only a little bit younger than Asella, the 19-year-old Cordelia Moore served as her personal maid and most trusted confidant. She was the only one of the half dozen maids working at the Prim Manor who shared her mistress’ newfound interest in tickling. While she’d been just as confused as everybody else at the start, an excitement had built within from forcing a bound, naked Kristina Sharpe to scream with laughter with the slightest touch of her fingers that she couldn’t ignore. Fantasies of her mistress bound to a bed clad only in that skimpy lingerie she’d worn that night, body twisting with ticklish agony, shrieking with laughter, and with her regal countenance broken to beg for mercy under her and Kristina’s cruelly probing fingers (because it wouldn’t be fair to Kristina if she didn’t help) was an image that got her heart racing.
Not that she was going to admit to any of that. The first thing the rest of the maids had done after getting back to the break room was complain that their young mistress’ new hobby was strange and offputting. They were the closest thing Cordelia had to friends and compatriots. Giving the rest of them reason to distance themselves from her by voicing that she’d enjoyed it was a risk she wasn’t willing to take. So Cordelia did what she always had: put her head down and act like none of it affected her. Get back to work as usual, only joining in with the tickling when Asella ordered her to in order to avoid giving the impression to the rest of the servants that she wanted to.
Any hopes Cordelia had that Asella might order her to join in were dashed before they had an opportunity to come to pass. A banging noise came from the front yard loudly enough to even be heard in the cellar over Audrey’s continuous laughter. Cordelia and Asella looked at each other in confusion.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know, mistress…”
No sooner had the words left their mouths when a crashing sound was heard, this one much closer than before. Shouts, shrill screams, and what sounded like a large number of people running filled the air. Alarm bells were going off in Cordelia’s head. With each passing second the noises were getting closer.
“Mistress, get back!” she yelled.
Asella had just enough time to get behind the bound Audrey when the door suddenly slammed open. In stormed more than half a dozen people clad head to toe in riot gear. One of them rammed their shoulder straight into Cordelia’s chest, knocking her onto the ground. Cordelia did her best to scramble back to her feet, but was cut short by a boot catching her in the stomach. Sprawled out on the ground with the wind knocked out of her, it was all the young maid could do to curl up into a ball to defend herself from the blows raining down on her. Only one of their assailants had stopped to continue attacking her, but they were letting loose such an onslaught that Cordelia initially mistook her situation for getting ganged up on. Looking up at her attacker’s face through their helmet’s visor, she saw an Asian woman in her early-to-mid thirties with her face contorted into a look of utter bliss as she continued to slam her police baton down on Cordelia, striking at her back, arms, wherever she could reach, and her feet lashed out to kick at the maid’s stomach only to hit her defending arms and legs.
Cordelia was too overwhelmed with pain and confusion to process anything more past that she was vaguely aware that someone was screaming. Eventually, the blows stopped and she managed to cautiously peer around. Her heart sank. She'd been left alone in the cellar. Asella and Audrey had both disappeared along with their attackers.
“Mistress…? Asella!? Somebody help, they took Asella!”
When Opportunity Knocks (MMF/F, MM/F, F/F cruel)
A certain song had been stuck in Kristina’s head for the past couple days. Frustratingly, as was often the case when this sort of thing happened, it wasn’t like she particularly liked it to begin with. It was okay. The lyrics were the sort that got you to sing along with the chorus and the beat fit well enough, but otherwise it was the sort of music that didn’t leave much of an impression on her. The entire reason Kristina remembered it at all was because of a different emotion the tune brought to the forefront: Stark raving terror. A woman the 24-year-old secretary never ever wanted to see again had downloaded the song onto her phone to serve as her personal ringtone. Kristina had spent every waking moment of the last couple days dreading that tune heralding hours of being relentlessly tickled again.
It had been several days since that horrible night at La Botticella. Kristina did her best to put the entire incident out of mind. Part of her was convinced that as long as she kept her chin up, tried to look on the bright side of things, and got back into the swing of her vacation, then it’d be like nothing had ever happened to begin with. Maybe if she was lucky, Asella Prim and her goons would be too busy with chopping the heads off horses and robbing banks or whatever it was the mafia spent their time doing to remember about her at all. For her part, she’d settled on spending her days on a self-directed sightseeing tour visiting whatever restaurants, gardens, and parks caught her fancy while working on her goal of visiting all of the most bouncing clubs in New York in the evenings.
Kristina had been uncomfortable wearing anything that exposed her midriff the past couple days. So much as looking at a piece of clothing that exposed her upper body made her shudder remembering the feeling of nails crawling all over her bare skin. Today though, she’d proclaimed she wasn’t going to let those criminals control her life, threw caution to the wind, and grabbed the front tie shirt she’d bought specifically for this trip out of her suitcase. Her outfit ended up consisting of a white long sleeved front tie shirt over jeans, the sort that came fashionably ripped in the store at the cost of a gag-inducingly sizable markup, her leather boots, and, because there were young children in the area that made her feel awkward showing too much skin, a baggy black hoodie that she planned to take off after getting to the club.
Today’s daytrip location of interest was a little hole in the wall arcade Kristina had passed by a couple times on her way to restaurants in the same area. A combination of curiosity and nostalgia had gotten the better of Kristina. It’d been years since she’d set foot inside an arcade. Her last memories of being in anything similar were all the way back in high school when she’d played on the arcade machines in the front lobby of a bowling alley while waiting for her friends to show up.
A rhythm game Kristina had seen someone playing had a monopoly on her attention. It wasn’t quite the dancing game she’d remembered being popular when she was younger. This one had lines falling down the screen in accordance to the music and she had to tap the corresponding virtual keys of a touchscreen keyboard in time with the beat to score points. She found it all surprisingly engrossing once she got the hang of it. Engrossing enough that the machine had eaten its way through several dollars worth of quarters by now and she was caught completely by surprise when a hand clapped her on the back out of nowhere.
“Yeargh!” Something between a yelp, a shout, and a shriek passed between her lips despite Kristina’s hands coming up to clasp over her own mouth to cut it off. She whipped around to glare at whoever it was that just did that.
“Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Standing behind her was an Asian-looking woman holding her hands up placatingly. Kristina’s glare took on a tinge of annoyance. What was it with strangers and coming up from behind to startle her recently? It was really starting to get on her nerves. The woman continued on with a cheerful tone in spite of Kristina’s obvious annoyance. “The name’s Honoka Ogawa. I’m a police detective working for the NYPD - Harlem Division. You’re Kristina Sharpe, yes? Do you have a moment to talk?”
A cursory once-over of Honoka gave the impression of a detective in their early-to-mid-30s… or maybe that was just because Kristina associated brown trenchcoats with police detectives ever since she’d binge watched the entirety of Columbo back in college. One of Honoka’s hands held her police ID to back up her claim. Straight brown hair fell down to roughly the base of her skull around her sharply angled face. The trenchcoat hung open to reveal her form-fitting black shirt, letting Kristina get an eyeful of her shapely C-cup breasts and tight waist underneath, and blue jeans that led down into black sneakers.
“A quarter.”
“Huh?” Honoka stared at the hand Kristina held palm up in front of her with confusion written clear across her face.
“I’ll talk for a quarter. You made me lose.”
Honoka’s eyes drifted over to the arcade machine Kristina had been playing on. A prominent “F” was displayed on the results screen. A sigh escaped her lips as the police detective pulled out her wallet.
Honoka led Kristina over to a pizzeria across the street, claiming that the arcade was too loud to comfortably talk with all its electronic boops and beeps. There they each ordered a pair of pepperoni slices before grabbing a relatively out of the way seat in the corner.
“Let me cut to the chase,” Ogawa said after an attempt at taking a bit of her pizza led to her discovering that it was still too hot. “Like I said earlier, my name is Honoka Ogawa. I’m partners with Officer Audrey Owens.”
“Partners…?” Kristina asked tentatively.
“Work partners. Though some of our coworkers seem to wish it was more than that,” Honoka clarified with a laugh. When she noticed that Kristina didn’t share her mirth, she pressed on. “My partner was going undercover investigating local criminal elements when we lost contact with her a couple days ago. When we went to investigate the bar she was running as part of her cover, we found video footage on the security cameras of her leading a woman who looks like you inside. Her last check in before she disappeared came shortly after. Would you happen to know anything about what came after? ”
Kristina grimaced to herself. She tried to keep her displeasure from showing on her face, unsuccessfully if Honoka’s raised eyebrow was any indication, while mulling over how to handle this. Her gut was telling her that she shouldn’t trust Honoka. Kristina was trying to be more cautious around strangers ever since Audrey had tricked her into drinking drugged alcohol and the fact that Honoka was partnered with that snake in the grass wasn’t doing her any favors. There was a nagging feeling in the back of her head that something was off about what Honoka had just told her, but with nothing immediately coming to mind as to what it was she decided to just be generically cautious for now.
“Officer Ogawa…”
“Please, call me Honoka,” Honoka interjected with a bright smile. Kristina ignored her.
“The last time I overshared information it got me into a very unpleasant situation.”
“Oh my, I hope nothing untoward happened!”
“It was quite a bit more than ‘untoward’, Officer Ogawa. Officer Owens is responsible for causing me a substantial amount of grief.”
“Ah, well that’s to be expected really.”
It took Kristina a couple seconds to process what she’d just heard. She stared dumbfounded as Honoka took a couple cheerful bites of one of her pizza slices. “I’m sorry… what?”
“Maintaining the peace is hard work, you know?” she said around a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese. “Every once in a while we gotta step on some peoples’ toes to make certain the bad guys get brought to justice. I’m certain whatever Audrey did was necessary for her mission.”
“I don’t think you understand. Officer Owens is directly responsible for me… suffering greatly. She outright tortured me in the name of coercing me into becoming a scapegoat for her.” Frustrated by Honoka’s lack of reaction, Kristina tried being more direct. Admitting that tickling of all things had been the form of torture she’d suffered through was a little too embarrassing though, so she settled on keeping that part vague.
She was taken aback to see Honoka’s expression grow a little irritated by her insistence. “Yes, yes. I understand. Audrey can be a bit harsh at times. Try not to hold it against her, okay? I think it’s safe to assume she was doing it all in the name of public order.”
A small light of hope Kristina hadn’t even been aware of inside of her flickered out of existence. Part of her had been hoping that Audrey had been an anomaly. A bad cop gone rogue amidst a police force determined to protect the citizens of this city. That portion of her brain was aghast that the officer sitting across the table from her was dismissing what she was saying out of hand and in such an insensitive way at that. Another part of her was wondering what she’d expected from a woman who had no shame in admitting to being partnered with a dirty cop.
“I’m sorry. I’m really not in a position to talk right now.”
“I understand.” Honoka gave her a sympathetic look, though to Kristina it looked all too disingenuous. The police officer polished off the last of her food and wiped her hands on a napkin before digging around in her pocket. A business card was held out for Kristina to take. “Call this number when you’re ready to talk, okay Kristina? We can help if you’re being threatened. Protecting people like you is what we’re best at.“
“...thanks.”
After parting ways with Honoka outside the pizzeria, Kristina managed to get roughly half an hour of play back at the arcade when her phone started ringing. Kristina’s heart leapt into her mouth. It was that song. The one she’d been dreading hearing this entire time. Never before had the term “My Bestie” looked so threatening to her. The only thing keeping her from refusing to pick up was that Asella had been explicit that she expected to be answered as quickly as possible. Kristina hit the Accept button with a shaking finger.
“H-hello?”
“Hello, Ms. Not a Police Officer. Are you free this afternoon?” asked a woman’s voice.
“Yes! Of course!” It was only after the words left her mouth that Kristina realized she’d subconsciously started standing ramrod straight at attention.
“Good. Be at your hotel’s front entrance by 2 o’clock. Brian should be there to pick you up in the limousine. That should give you… a little less than half an hour to get ready from the looks of things. Look forward to it. I’m certain you’ll enjoy this.”
The call was terminated without bothering to bid her farewell. Kristina stood staring at her phone. Running away was tempting. At the very least get out of the state. Maybe even fleeing the country would be a good idea. She could fake her death and start up a new life in a remote mountain monastery as one of those ascetic monks. Surely, they wouldn’t be able to find her if she eschewed ever using electronics again for the rest of her life.
Krisitna mentally slammed the breaks on her wild fantasies with a sigh. Nevermind the increasing impracticality of each step in that plan, the thought of how Asella would punish her if she was caught terrified her more than anything else. She was simply too scared of incurring Asella’s wrath to truly entertain the thought of disobeying. It was about a 10 minute walk from the arcade to her hotel. That gave her plenty of time to head over.
As expected, she arrived at the meeting spot with time to spare. The remaining time was spent sitting on a nearby bench browsing the internet on her phone. The wait was killing her. She was barely able to concentrate enough to read the words on her phone screen. By the time a limousine pulled up and the chauffeur who’d escorted her back from the Prim Manor last time stepped out to greet her, Kristina was wound up more tightly than ever before in her life. She barely heard a word he said in between opening the car door for her and the entire ride to the Prim Manor.
“Welcome, Ms. Not a Police Officer,” Asella herself greeted Kristina inside the mansion’s foyer. The petite mafia princess had swapped to a more casual outfit than the last time Kristina had seen her. Instead of an expensive looking dress she had on a dark blue cashmere cardigan over a pleated black miniskirt and matching black nylons, though even these were so well-tailored to her figure and of such obviously high quality at a glance that Kristina figured these clothes were still far more expensive than she could ever hope to afford. Reddish brown hair that was once in a tight bun now hung from a loose ponytail to complete the more laid-back look.
“H-hello,” Katrina meekly replied. A small part of her brain wondered how Asella had settled on that particular nickname for her. ‘What sort of life does this lady live that an outsider not being a police officer qualifies as a defining trait?’ she mused to herself.
“Did you already eat lunch?”
“...I had some pizza.”
“Good. Though if you get hungry, I’ve had some treats prepared just in case. Tea and coffee can be brewed if you grow thirsty.” Asella motioned for a maid Kristina hadn’t noticed until then to step forward. In her hands was a tray piled with all manner of cupcakes, cookies, brownies, and other assorted sugary pastries. “Let’s jump straight to the fun part then. Follow me.”
Asella turned to head towards a nearby door. Kristina recognized it as the one that led down to the cellar they’d been torturing Audrey in. Every step she took to follow felt like her shoes were filled with lead. Somehow, the lack of screams of laughter coming from deep within made the trip down even more terrifying than the last. Kristina’s head was filled with all kinds of horrible scenarios of how Asella must be planning to tickle her into insanity for fun. Somehow the lack of screams of laughter coming from within the depths were making things worse. Did that mean that the maids that had been torturing Audrey were being reassigned to help gang tickle her? The thought alone of how horrible that would be was nearly enough to make the young woman break down in tears.
The door at the bottom being opened revealed none other than Audrey Owens. Kristina wasn’t certain why she was so surprised by that. The sadistic police officer was bound completely naked lying on a padded X-Frame. Considering how Kristina had last seen her being treated, Audrey was in surprisingly good shape. Her long black hair had been neatly brushed at some point and, rather than being covered head to toe in sweat from being endlessly tickled and forced orgasm, her entire body was surprisingly clean like she’d bathed recently. The temperature of the room had even been turned up high enough that the bound woman could feasibly remain comfortable despite her nudity.
“Oh. It’s you,” Audrey said bitterly upon noticing who’d entered the room. Her gaze lingered just long enough on Kristina to make her uncomfortable before turning her attention back to Asella. “Come for more ‘fun’ have you? You really have too much time on your hands.”
Asella’s response to the provocation was to walk forwards and quickly swipe the nails of one hand across one of Audrey’s unprotected soles, eliciting a strangled groan out of her victim. “I would’ve thought you’d have learned some manners by now, traitor. Maybe I’ve been too soft on you after all.”
“Asella? Why’d you bring me here?” Kristina managed to gather up the courage to ask despite the exchange occurring in front of her. An important detail had caught her attention: There wasn’t another bondage device in the room. There wasn’t much of anything really. The only other furniture inside the small stone-walled cellar was a table placed near Audrey with an array of feathers, brushes, oils, cat brushing gloves, and water bottles alongside a couple folding chairs. Up until now she’d assumed that Asella had called her over for the sake of tickling her again, but if that was the case then why’d they head straight to a room with nothing she could be restrained with?
“This is what I called you today for.” Asella accentuated the ‘this’ by repeatedly tapping a fingernail on Audrey’s foot, causing the bound woman to flinch and flex her foot as far back as it could go to avoid the touch. “As much fun as it was to watch the maids keep her in constant ticklish agony for me, none of them have the time nor inclination to ensure she suffers around the clock like I want her to.”
“Fuck you, you psycho bitch,” Audrey interjected. A groan escaped her lips soon after as Asella wordlessly transitioned to briefly spidering her nails across her helpless sole in retaliation.
“Harold and Francis help from time to time and my personal maid will join in if I order her to, but they all have their own business to attend to. The majority of tickling she’s suffered over the past few days has been when I come down to see to it personally. That’s where you come in, Ms. Not a Police Officer. I believe you of all people have good reason to be enthusiastic in lending me a hand.”
Kristina was thrown for a loop. Not once in her dread leading up to this had she dared to entertain the thought that Asella might’ve called her over to be on the tickler’s side of the equation. “Gladly,” she said with a firm nod. Regardless of whether she had expected this or not, it sure beat having to reexperience the absolute tickle hell she’d been made to suffer through last time.
Plus, she would be lying to claim she didn’t like the idea of getting revenge on Audrey for being the root cause of all of the crap she’d been through recently. Excitement started to fill her as she stepped forward to sink her nails into the beautiful, olive-skinned body stretched out for her to enjoy.
All it took was a glare from Audrey for Kristina’s enthusiasm to peter out. Her steps faltered before she even got close enough to lay her hands on the other woman. Her hesitation didn’t go unnoticed. Audrey seized the opportunity to lay on the verbal pressure. “Sure, do your worst. You know they can’t keep me like this forever, right? Once I’m free I’ll get you back a hundred times over for everything you even think about doing to me!”
The words caused Kristina to flinch back. How badly it’d tickled the last time she’d been at Audrey’s mercy was still fresh on her mind. She didn’t even want to think about what the sadist would do to her when actively out for revenge of her own.
Asella watched the entire exchange with a growing look of discontentment. Her gaze flickered between the cowering Kristina and bound Audrey, becoming irritated by the display as Asella laid on the threats. This was not how she’d been hoping things would go. It was time for her to step in.
“Ms. Not a Police Officer,” she interjected before Asella could continue further. “There is a simple way to sidestep all of that.”
“There is?”
“Yes. It’s quite easy really. You simply engrave a fear of you so deep into her body that she can’t even consider getting revenge anymore.” Asella opted not to draw the parallel between her suggestion and how Kristina was acting now. Instead, she walked around behind Audrey’s head in order to gently scrape the tips of her nails against the bound policewoman’s smooth, helplessly exposed armpits.
The past couple days of spending her free time tickle torturing Audrey for fun had given her plenty of practice with how to get the exact reaction she wanted out of her victim. Her touch was just enough to elicit ticklish sensations without being more than Audrey was capable of resisting, resulting in the naked olive-skinned beauty squirming away a little with a grimace coming across her face.
“Go to Hell,” Audrey snapped, frustrated that her bondage didn’t allow her to bring her arms down to defend herself. Asella smirked down at her victim.
“See? She’s all bark and no bite. All the esteemed Officer Audrey Owens is at this moment is a ticklish little girl. A naked. Helpless. Ticklish. Girl.” Asella accentuated each word by running her nails across the entire length of Audrey’s pits with exaggerated strokes that covered from the top of her ribs all the way to a little ways up her arms. Each trip made the bound beauty’s body jerk and spasm a little bit more, the taunting driving home her vulnerability to make every touch feel more intense than the last. By the end, a grunt escaped her lips in an effort to hold back her giggles.
Kristina understood what Asella was saying. A small voice in her head was scolding her for being scared of a naked woman trapped in bondage. Still, it was hard to shake the association that Audrey had been willfully responsible for the singularly worst night of Kristina Sharpe’s life and the fear threats of it all being repeated brought about. Her hands came up to clap her own cheeks as if she was slapping herself. ‘Chin up, stupid. Stop being scared of everything,’ she mentally chided herself.
Taking a few more steps forward brought her close enough to easily reach both of Audrey’s feet. The bound policewoman was too distracted by Asella to realize what was happening until she felt a full 10 fingernails lightly scratch against the balls of her feet. Her hips instinctively bounced off the X-frame feeling the ticklish little surges of electricity traveling up her legs.
“Tickle tickle tickle!” Kristina taunted, though it was admittedly more to psych herself up into the role than to get into Audrey’s head. The teasing wasn’t enough to break Audrey’s composure. All it did was get her grimace to twitch a little. Kristina upped the tempo. Her fingers sped up to scratch faster while wandering around the wiggling soles.
“I find that her arches are the best spots. Her toes are also fairly sensitive,” Asella advised. Kristina nodded in thanks before leaning in to focus her assault on Audrey’s long, slender toes. A surge of exhilaration ran through her when she was rewarded for her efforts with the sound of giggling. It was sporadic at first, but as she continued to hammer the spot Audrey’s giggles grew steady enough to fill the air of the cellar.
Kristina was so focused on figuring out how to extract more giggles out of her victim that she didn’t notice Asella had stopped tickling entirely. She had taken a step back to watch after she’d become reasonably certain Kristina wasn’t going to be scared off again so easily.
“Oh gohod. Nohot agahahainhehehehehe!” Audrey complained in between bouts of tittering. Being tickled for hours at a time day after day after day had worn down her willpower to resist. Holding back her laughter was getting harder every time she felt the fingers come back to tease her naked body again. A banging sound mingled with her giggling as she reflexively kicked her legs against the straps holding her down in her umpteenth futile attempt to escape being tortured again.
“Not so tough when you’re the one all tied up, huh?” Watching the slender feet in front of her flex and wiggle in response to her fingers was stirring something inside of Kristina. A small voice in the back of her head was exulting in having an opportunity like this laid out for her on a silver platter. Something Kristina had never mustered the courage to tell anybody else about before was that she’d long harbored a foot fetish. Beautifully formed toes especially were a turn on for her, hence why she’d gone straight for them in spite of Asella’s advice that the arches were more ticklish.
“Such cute little toesies… Won’t you let me play with them? I promise I’ll treat them well,” Kristina crooned. The combination of hearing Audrey’s threats transition into complaints and arousal at watching the slender digits flex in response to her probing nails was enough for Kristina to forget the last of her fear. Audrey was doing her best to squeeze her toes shut in a last ditch effort to keep Kristina from getting access to them, but she was relentless. Her nails incessantly scratched at the exposed toe tips and the balls of her feet. Rather than being an earnest attempt at getting at the sensitive skin being hidden to her, Kristina found she took a sadistic delight out of watching the toes tense up at the threat of what would inevitably happen the moment they relaxed.
“Gehet away frohom mehe! Stohop that! Pleahase stohop! Pleheasehe stop! Pleahahase!”
This was by no means the worst Audrey had been made to suffer in the last couple days. What Francis and Harold had gotten up to back at La Botticella had been more severe after they’d had a bit to figure out how to work her body and that was to say nothing of the living hell the maids of the manor put her through on her very first day here. And yet in spite of that, all Audrey was capable of doing anymore was howling with laughter and pleading for mercy in response to Kristina’s fumbling ticklish teasing. Even after it became apparent that the maids were too busy with their own jobs to repeat the performance, Asella had made certain to personally toy with her body for a couple hours every day. Audrey was too mentally worn out by this point to put up a show of resistance anymore. The ticklish torments she’d been subjected to day after day had slowly but surely broken her down to the point she no longer had the willpower to act defiant or lash out at her tormentors the moment the tickling started in earnest.
“Not yohou toohehehAHAHAHA! Leave mehe alohoHONOEHEHEHAHAHAHA!” Despite doing her best to keep up her defenses, the volume of Audrey’s giggling suddenly increased into full blown shrieks of laughter. With her full attention on Kristina at the moment, she was completely caught off guard feeling another set of fingers dig into her armpits without any warning.
“Now now. You need to learn to play nice. Am I going to have to punish you again to make you behave?” Asella teased, looking down into her victim’s eyes with amusement. While her original plan had been to allow Kristina the satisfaction of reducing Audrey into putty under her fingers by herself, watching it all play out had left her too hot and bothered to refrain from stepping in any longer. That didn’t mean she was going all out though. Asella was making a game of reaching into the depths Audrey’s smooth pits to rub with one finger at a time. She would shake and wiggle them in random directions until the finger grew tired before changing it out for the next one in line.
The surprise attack was just enough to make Audrey lose control for a second. Her toes involuntarily went from scrunched tight to flexing back, giving Kristina the opportunity she needed to grab hold of them with one hand. The fingers of her other hand came into play to gently scratch at the immobilized digits with the tips of her fingernails, forcing further shrieks of laughter out of her plaything. Kristina had strong memories of how helpless she’d felt when Asella had done this to her back at La Botticella. Now that she was on the administering side, she was getting an electrifying rush of power out of preventing Audrey’s futile attempts to wrench her foot out of her grasp or squeeze her toes shut again.
The pair continued to toy with Audrey’s naked body like that for another minute or two before Kristina’s eyes wandered over to the table of tools off to the side. That maid was a freakin’ ninja. At some point she’d slipped in to deposit the tray of sweets on the table and left all without anyone noticing she’d entered the room to begin with. A wicked idea formed in her mind. Kristina let go of Audrey’s foot briefly to snatch one of the tiny cakes with her bare hand.
“Stopping for a snack already?” Asella asked.
“I’m grabbing something to eat, yes,” said Kristina. Taking up position at Audrey’s feet again, she used the index finger of her other hand to dab off a little bit of the frosting before smearing it under the big toe of Audrey’s left foot. A high pitched squeal echoed through the cellar when she then leaned in to lick it off. “Mmmmm. Nice and sweet!”
Audrey was quickly reduced to hysterics. Every time she felt Kristina dab another bit of frosting onto her bound soles everywhere from the base of her toes down to her heels made her panic. No matter how she struggled, begged, or threatened, she would inevitably feel her toes seized by a hand to enable the secretary’s mouth to come in to lick and nibble until not a single fleck of sugar remained. Her torment was compounded by Asella’s relentless attack on her armpits and breasts. The hours of practice the mafia princess had playing with her body were being put to good use. Audrey hollered and howled with laughter as everywhere from the sensitive undersides of her breasts to her unwillingly rock hard nipples to the depths of her smooth hollows were were subjected to nails flickering, fluttering, dragging, scratching, and rubbing to devastating effect with barely a second to breathe.
Eventually, Kristina’s slice of cake ran out of frosting. She briefly considered smushing the cake itself into the soles in front of her before thinking better of it and popping the rest into her. After all, she didn’t know if she’d ever get her hands on such a high quality desert again. She might as well enjoy the opportunity while she had it.
Stopping to admire Audrey’s soles again got Kirstina to belatedly realize she’d missed a spot. During her little game just now she’d been grabbing Audrey’s foot by the toes. It wasn’t like she’d been successful in wiping all of the frosting off her hands each time. Invariably, some of it had ended directly on Audrey’s toes, but she’d been too focused on holding the feet still to pay much attention to the spots under where she’d been holding. “I shouldn’t be wasteful like that,” said Kristina with an evil little smile.
“OH GOHOD! StohOPHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! PLEAHASE no mohoREHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I’m sorry. Ih’m sohORRYHEHEHAHAHAHAAH!”
Feeling Kristina’s warm mouth wrap around her big toe made Audrey’s butt jump off to X-frame to slam back down with maddened cackles freely pouring from between her lips. Kristina was by no means an expert at this, having always wanted to worship another girl’s foot yet never gathering up the courage to try it, but she took advantage of the opportunity to do everything she’d dreamt of. She gently nibbled up and down the length of the toe from the base of the nail all the way down to where it met the rest of the foot, lapped her tongue across the length of the digit, and experimented with rolling the toe around in her mouth. Over the years she’d always imagined that hearing another girl moan as her feet were worshipped would be a massive turn on. As it turned out, she much preferred Audrey’s screams of laughter instead. Hearing the bound police woman’s laughter and feeling the toe wiggle to escape her tender ministrations sent her to distraction with a building need inside of her.
Asella’s hands stopped temporarily as she let out a small cough of embarrassment. Her maids hadn’t shown anywhere near this level of enthusiasm in their tasks, they’d simply tickle tortured Audrey because they’d been ordered to. Seeing Kristina’s face flush with arousal as she ticklishly devoured Audrey’s foot had actually managed to distract her. Up until now she had assumed that her excitement from tickling both Audrey and Kristina had been from the act of tickling itself with the fact that both were good looking women being irrelevant. Coming to the realization that she was potentially sexually attracted to other girls in the same week she’d discovered her tickling fetish was admittedly a bit much for her to work through on the spot.
Luckily, Kristina was too lost in her own world and Audrey too overwhelmed from being tickled into hysterics for either to notice the blush that had crept onto her face. Asella’s fingers dove back in to flick back and forth against Audrey’s rock hard hypersensitive nipples, savoring in the screams of laughter and frantic jiggling she elicited out of her naked tickle toy. If her guest was so enthusiastic about this, then it would’ve been be rude as host for her to not participate.
—--
Asella and Kristina continued to play with Audrey’s naked body for a little over four hours in total. Breaks were granted whenever the two of them wanted a snack break, not out of pity for their victim’s suffering.
At some point, Asella had gotten curious over what it was like to lick another girl’s feet and made her way to Kristina’s side to join in. While she didn’t quite enjoy it for its own sake, the fact that having a pair of tongues worming their way to lick at the sensitive webbing between her toes reduced Audrey to hysterical howls of laughter and desperate thrashing to escape made Asella happy to keep it in mind as a tool in her ticklish arsenal. Audrey was forced to endure a hellish 20 minutes of having both women licking and nibbling away at her toes, then repeating the process when Kristina insisted she had to give the right foot as much love as the left.
After that, Asella began putting the tools they’d laid out to use. A pair of electric toothbrushes had been applied to Audrey’s bare nipples to provoke out bouts of screaming and frantic struggling that made her chest jiggle in a way Asella greatly enjoyed watching. She’d been so engrossed by the display that she hadn’t realized that combining it with Kristina going to town on Audrey’s arches with a hairbrush had pushed their tickle toy over the edge into peeing herself from how badly it tickled. After she’d realized what happened Audrey was punished with a pair of egg vibrators being taped to her nipples at maximum frequency to perpetuate the torture until the batteries ran out.
Their final cruel game before retiring for the evening was a orgasm denial game, inspired by how Kristina had seen Audrey treated that last time she’d been at the manor. Asella had held a vibrator against Audrey’s wet, unwilling pussy while Kristina stood at the ready with a hairbrush in each hand. No matter how Audrey pleaded, no matter how she promised the girls would never see her again and she wouldn’t seek revenge, they brought her to the edge of orgasm over and over again. Kristina would dive in with her hairbrushes to scrub both of Audrey’s feet at the same time Asella brought back the electric toothbrushes to torment her overstimulated nipples whenever she was about to cum until they were both certain they’d tickled the arousal out of her. After a couple rounds Audrey was too broken to even beg anymore. She was reduced to a ticklish lump of putty under the girls’ hands who could do nothing but scream and laugh for them.
Kristina now sat alone in a side room of the manor. After they’d finished playing with Audrey, Asella had told her to wait here before excusing herself to take care of something. Only a single thought was going through her mind as she watched the sky transition to evening through the window she sat by: “What the fuck did I just do!?”
Kristina Sharpe liked to believe she wasn’t a cruel person. Gloating over defeated opponents struck her as more unsporting than fun and rubbing metaphorical salt in a person’s wounds was irritating for how pointlessly cruel it was. Kicking another person while they were down had never been something she enjoyed doing simply because she’d never seen the appeal of it.
But that very same girl who had no interest in beating up on a helpless opponent could only describe having spent the last couple hours tickle torturing a bound, helpless woman past the point of unbearable torture as some of the most fun she’d had in recent memory. Audrey’s every scream of laughter had been music to her ears. Listening to that bitch beg had been so arousing it’d grown difficult to not touch herself to it after a while. Being on the tickler’s side had been so incredibly fun that she hadn’t considered stopping at all until Asella declared they were done for the day.
‘I must be… No. Never mind. I shouldn’t dwell on it,’ Kristina mused to herself. She was vaguely aware of what had come over her today and made a conscious effort to push it back down. ‘Keep your chin up. Bad things happen for no good reason sometimes. It’s better to just move on,’ she sternly told herself.
Her ruminations were interrupted by the door opening. In walked Asella with a big smile across her face. “Follow me, Ms. Not a Police Officer.”
The pair went several doors down the hallway to enter a different room. Inside stood Leonardo and the incredibly hard to notice maid flanking a small table. Kristina’s breath caught in her mouth seeing the arrangement laid out before her.
“Is… is that a Louis Vuitton?” she asked, pointing at the handbag sitting on the table.
“An authentic. Made custom ordered at the young mistress’ behest,” chimed in Leonardo.
“The ring is courtesy of Bvlgari,” followed up the maid. It occurred to Kristina that this was the first time she’d ever heard the woman speak. Her voice was a surprisingly powerful contralto despite the fact that she was only a little bit taller than the petite Asella.
In a small box next to the handbag was a ring crafted to look like a coiling serpent with finely cut diamonds inlaid in the head and tail. Kristina shuffled around the table eagerly looking them over from every angle. Getting this close to such high end luxury goods was a once in a life-time opportunity for someone with her income as far as she was concerned. Gathering up the courage to touch them was a non-starter though. She didn’t even want to breathe too hard in their general direction out of fear of damaging them.
“They’re yours.”
Kristina whipped around to stare at Asella in disbelief. “...what!?”
“Both of the ring and bag are yours to take home with you. Think of them as a gift.” said Asella with a smile. Kristina’s head snapped back and forth to look at the pricey goods on the table to Asella and back again. That’s when it finally hit her.
This was Asella’s way of apologizing.
All of it. From calling her over to tickle Audrey to the plate of desserts to the ludicrously expensive handbag and ring. All of it was Asella’s way of trying to make it up to her for everything she was put through several nights ago starting at La Botticella.
“Haven’t you ever heard of saying ‘sorry’?” Kristina blurted out before she could stop herself.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“You know, apologizing. Typically when people feel bad about something they did they tell the other person they’re sorry as a first step. Getting something like this out of the blue is more offputting than anything else.”
A chill ran Kristina’s spine the moment the words left her mouth. She’d overstepped her bounds. The fun she’d had tickling Audrey and the more casual way Asella had been interacting with her today had made her temporarily forget that she was currently talking to the daughter of a mafia boss. A daughter who had taken great pleasure out of tickle torturing her to the verge of insanity simply because she could. Seeing Asella’s smile tense up in response to her words caused Kristina’s heart rate to skyrocket on the spot out of sheer panic.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some important matters to attend to. Enjoy your gifts.” Much to Kristina’s surprise, Asella didn’t respond by ordering her to be restrained for ticklish punishment. Instead, the mafia princess spun on her heel to quickly step out of the room. Kristina was left staring at the door in bafflement as it snapped shut hard enough to let out an audible bang. She wasn’t entirely certain, but she thought she’d seen Asella’s face go scarlet with embarrassment on her way out.
“You’ll have to excuse our young mistress. Her father was quite the stickler for certain details in her upbringing,” Leonardo kindly offered an explanation. “For as long as I have known him, he has been of the opinion that a true leader should never bow their head to those below them. Reparations, should the situation call for them, have always been made in goods and services rather than words. Such ideology has undoubtedly been passed on to his daughter.”
Kristina stared incredulously at the handbag and ring. They looked very different now that she knew they were meant for her. She was torn. An opportunity to get her hands on something like this would probably never come again for the rest of her life. At the very least, she could pawn them off for a sizable chunk of money to fund something she wouldn’t be perpetually terrified about getting damaged when worn out in public. On the flip side, there was something distinctly unpleasant about being so blatantly paid off to sweep a problematic episode under the rug.
“Do you not want to accept these?” asked the maid upon noticing the sour expression that had come across Kristina’s face. “If you wish, we can pass on a message to our mistress and see if we can come to a more favorable arrangement at a later date.”
“...no. I’ll take them.” Kristina’s pragmatic side won out in the end. It simply wasn’t worth it to pass up on the ridiculous amount of money the items represented in the name of stubborn pride. The handbag was hoisted up onto her shoulder. A bit of experimentation found that the ring was perfectly fitted for her left middle finger, once again making her feel more than a little put off that something the mafia had given her fit so well.
‘This doesn’t mean I forgive her, I just don’t know when I’ll ever get my hands on a Louis Vuitton,’ she mentally insisted to herself. Still, they were very nice accessories.
—--
Cordelia knew knocking on the door was pointless, but she did it anyway. It was a force of professional habit at this point. Leonardo had always been insistent that servants should always knock before entering a room even if they knew it was empty or, in this case, there were screams of laughter coming from within too loud for the occupants to possibly hear it. The part of her training she didn’t bother adhering to this time around was waiting the requisite several seconds to see if her mistress was going to bother answering, instead opting to let herself in the moment her knuckles bounced off the door.
“Mistress. Ms. Sharpe has been escorted back to her hotel.” The fact that her mistress, one Asella Prim, was currently kneeling in front of a buck naked woman tied spread eagle to a bondage device and was in the middle of running her nails all over the helpless woman’s feet didn’t bother Cordelia in the slightest. All it meant was that she had to raise her voice a little to be heard over the resulting howls of laughter. Asella didn’t even bother ceasing her ticklish attack on the woman to address her.
“Thank you, Cordelia. Did she accept her gifts?”
“She did.”
“Very good.” A sigh of relief escaped from between Asella’s lips. “If she hadn’t, I would’ve let her… No. Forget it,” she muttered aloud to herself, though Cordelia managed to hear it anyways.
The words sent Cordelia’s mind racing. On account of being only a little bit younger than Asella, the 19-year-old Cordelia Moore served as her personal maid and most trusted confidant. She was the only one of the half dozen maids working at the Prim Manor who shared her mistress’ newfound interest in tickling. While she’d been just as confused as everybody else at the start, an excitement had built within from forcing a bound, naked Kristina Sharpe to scream with laughter with the slightest touch of her fingers that she couldn’t ignore. Fantasies of her mistress bound to a bed clad only in that skimpy lingerie she’d worn that night, body twisting with ticklish agony, shrieking with laughter, and with her regal countenance broken to beg for mercy under her and Kristina’s cruelly probing fingers (because it wouldn’t be fair to Kristina if she didn’t help) was an image that got her heart racing.
Not that she was going to admit to any of that. The first thing the rest of the maids had done after getting back to the break room was complain that their young mistress’ new hobby was strange and offputting. They were the closest thing Cordelia had to friends and compatriots. Giving the rest of them reason to distance themselves from her by voicing that she’d enjoyed it was a risk she wasn’t willing to take. So Cordelia did what she always had: put her head down and act like none of it affected her. Get back to work as usual, only joining in with the tickling when Asella ordered her to in order to avoid giving the impression to the rest of the servants that she wanted to.
Any hopes Cordelia had that Asella might order her to join in were dashed before they had an opportunity to come to pass. A banging noise came from the front yard loudly enough to even be heard in the cellar over Audrey’s continuous laughter. Cordelia and Asella looked at each other in confusion.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know, mistress…”
No sooner had the words left their mouths when a crashing sound was heard, this one much closer than before. Shouts, shrill screams, and what sounded like a large number of people running filled the air. Alarm bells were going off in Cordelia’s head. With each passing second the noises were getting closer.
“Mistress, get back!” she yelled.
Asella had just enough time to get behind the bound Audrey when the door suddenly slammed open. In stormed more than half a dozen people clad head to toe in riot gear. One of them rammed their shoulder straight into Cordelia’s chest, knocking her onto the ground. Cordelia did her best to scramble back to her feet, but was cut short by a boot catching her in the stomach. Sprawled out on the ground with the wind knocked out of her, it was all the young maid could do to curl up into a ball to defend herself from the blows raining down on her. Only one of their assailants had stopped to continue attacking her, but they were letting loose such an onslaught that Cordelia initially mistook her situation for getting ganged up on. Looking up at her attacker’s face through their helmet’s visor, she saw an Asian woman in her early-to-mid thirties with her face contorted into a look of utter bliss as she continued to slam her police baton down on Cordelia, striking at her back, arms, wherever she could reach, and her feet lashed out to kick at the maid’s stomach only to hit her defending arms and legs.
Cordelia was too overwhelmed with pain and confusion to process anything more past that she was vaguely aware that someone was screaming. Eventually, the blows stopped and she managed to cautiously peer around. Her heart sank. She'd been left alone in the cellar. Asella and Audrey had both disappeared along with their attackers.
“Mistress…? Asella!? Somebody help, they took Asella!”
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