Here's the final entry of When Opportunity Knocks. Links to parts 1 & 2:
Part 1: When Opportunity Knocks (MMF/F, MM/F, F/F cruel)
Part 2: When Opportunity Knocks 2: Don't Get Mad (FF/F)
This was the best Kristina Sharpe had felt all week. It had all hit her at the same time. Kristina had spent the ride back from the Prim Manor quietly thinking over the day she’d had. The idea that she’d visited a mafia family mansion in order to tickle torture a police officer and walked out at the end of the day carrying a freaking Louis Vuitton handbag and BVLGARI ring was way too surreal to believe. Part of her was afraid this was all a dream, that any moment now she was going to wake up back in that room in the Prim Manor to learn that she’d passed out from being tickled too much and now that she was awake again the mafioso were going to torture her worse than ever before.
The fact that this was reality hit her all at once after she got back to her hotel room. Kristina wasn’t certain what caused it. The chauffeur dropped her off at the front entrance around 7 PM and she’d still been a bit out of it riding the elevator to her floor. It was some point after sitting down on the mattress that a palpable wave of relief came over her. It was like a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
This wasn’t a dream. Here she was sitting feeling the probably-a-little-too-stiff mattress under her butt, listening to the sounds of the city going about its business outside, and looking at her brand new handbag sitting on the bedside table. A laugh escaped her lips. Unlike the forced shrieks of laughter that had been extracted out of her lungs when she was being tickled, this was a joyful laugh tinged with relief. What she’d been dreading most the past couple days had come to pass, but instead of getting tickled silly she’d ended up having an entirely positive experience instead. The contrast made her ensuing delight all the greater.
Giddy with joy, she practically skipped her way back out of the hotel. The timing was perfect too. The club she’d wanted to visit today was scheduled to open around now. There she spent the next couple hours dancing her heart out. Kristina was so lost in enjoying herself that she didn’t realize how tired her legs had become until she collapsed onto a stool at the bar for a breather.
“Having a good night?” asked the bartender. They were just far enough away from the dance floor to still hear the music clearly, but it wasn’t so loud that they had to raise their voices to be heard.
“The best!”
“Glad to hear it. How about a drink to celebrate?”
“Ah, that’s…” Kristina’s wide smile faltered. Those were some bad memories she really didn’t need ruining her mood right now. “Nah, I’m good,” she said, rallying her smile again in a way she hoped didn’t look too forced.
“Aight. Lemme know if you change your mind.” Now that she’d made it clear that she wasn’t going to buy anything, the bartender turned his attention back to the other patrons. Feeling a little lost now that a damper had been put on her good mood, Kristina silently watched him entertain a group of girls a couple seats down.
A vibrating in her pocket caught her attention. Pulling out her phone made her stare with surprise. “My Bestie” was displayed on the screen. ‘Why’s she calling again?’ she wondered to herself as she hit the Accept button.
“Hello?”
Much to her confusion, a man’s voice came through the receiver instead. “Good evening. May I presume that this is the phone number for one Kristina Sharpe?”
“I’m sorry, who is this?”
“This is Leonardo Branford from the Prim Manor speaking. My apologies for calling so late in the evening, but it is quite urgent.” It took a second for Kristina to realize who that even was. Taking so long to remember the old man made her feel a little guilty. It was now occurring to her that in spite of how kind he’d been to her every time they’d met, she’d never even bothered learning his full name.
“Yes, this is Kristina. What’s this about? Did something happen?”
“Is everything okay, Ms. Sharpe? Are you safe?”
Kristina took her phone off her ear to stare at the screen in blank surprise. ‘What the hell?’ was the only thought running through her head. “I’m at a club right now. The only danger I’m under is if some creep tries getting touchy-feely.”
“Oh thank goodness…” Hearing an audible sigh of relief through her phone’s speakers was downright concerning.
“Hold on, what’s going on?”
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with. Please, enjoy your clubbing, Ms. Sharpe.” With that, Leonardo suddenly hung up. Kristina was once again left blankly staring at her phone.
Storing her phone back in her pocket, she thought over the situation while idly examining the ring on her left middle finger. It was obvious from the context clues that something had happened back at the Prim Manor. Undoubtedly something bad if Leonardo was borrowing Asella’s phone to check if she was okay out of the blue. Honestly, she was touched that he cared. It made her want to return the favor by at least figuring out what happened.
Kristina turned to look at the club’s dance floor next. Of course, she could just listen to him. There wasn’t any benefit to her getting more involved with the mafia than necessary. Thinking back on everything that happened to her starting at that night at La Botticella, it was all pretty firmly a net negative on the whole. While tickling Audrey had been more fun than she could’ve ever expected and getting expensive accessories as compensation was nice, it didn’t quite cancel out the trauma of having spent an entire night getting ruthlessly gang tickled out of her mind. And her problems weren’t even with just the mafioso. Her brow crinkled with annoyance remembering how that second police officer, Honoka Ogawa, hadn’t even cared enough about what she’d been put through to act like she cared.
Not getting involved was the better choice. Ignore that she’d ever gotten a phone call to begin with, hit up the dance floor again, and maybe grab a drink from a bartender who was a 99.9% chance to not be an evil undercover cop plotting to kidnap her for sadistic torture. That was the reasonable choice. The sane one. It was unequivocally, undoubtedly, no questions asked the right choice over getting involved in whatever bullshit those criminals had gotten themselves wrapped up in this time.
With a grunt of annoyance, Kristina Sharpe hopped off the bar stool, retrieved her hoodie from the coat counter, and walked out the club’s front door.
As luck would have it, the club she’d gone for today was a 20 minute drive in the opposite direction of the Prim Manor from her hotel. Retrieving her silver 2012 Nissan Altima from the parking garage near the club and making her way over ended up taking a little over an hour in total thanks to that. The sight that greeted her at the front gates brought a frown to her face.
‘Looks like I was right. Hooray…’ she thought to herself. The Prim Manor was surrounded by a sturdy steel fence over twice as tall as she was. On all of her trips in and out of the grounds the chauffeur had needed to radio in for someone to open the front gates for them. Said gates looked like they’d been quite literally blown off their hinges. Her headlights revealed blast marks all across the ground and on the gates themselves. One of them was barely hanging on by a couple of hinges near the top.
On the plus side, it meant she had an easy time getting in. Kristina carefully steered her way around the metallic debris littering the area on her way up to the mansion’s front door. There she ran into Brian, the chauffeur who’d shuttled her to the mansion and back to her hotel each time, sweeping the front steps with an old fashioned broom and rolled down her window to wave at him. His eyes widened with surprise watching her drive up.
“Ms. Sharpe? What are you doing here?”
“I got a call that something happened so I came to check on you all,” she replied. “Hey, where’s the garage? I don’t want my car to get in the way out here.”
“That’s mighty kind of you! The garage is that way. Just follow this path here,” he explained, pointing at one of the smaller side paths branching off the main driveway right near the base of the steps.
True to his word, following the path around the side of the building led to a garage with its door ajar. It was large enough to house over a dozen vehicles with space to spare. Pulling into an open spot, Kristina took a second to look over the other cars. On top of the limousine she’d ridden in a couple times now, there was also a variety of exotic sports cars she’d always assumed a rich family would own along with multiple sedans, vans, and trucks presumably for more utilitarian purposes. One van in particular caught her eye. It looked like someone had heavily modified it into a kind of ad hoc armored personnel carrier. Steel plates had been welded onto the sides with the front having a huge convex plate for extra protection around the engine compartment. That of all the vehicles here really drove home to her that this was a garage for a criminal organization.
Making her way inside, Kristina was surprised to find that most of the mansion didn’t look any different. She’d imagined the place would be totally wrecked. The hallways she walked through were just as neat and tidy as always.
Her opinion on that changed after managing to make her way to the foyer. Everything here was a mess. Maids were bustling everywhere. Most of them had bandages covering parts of their bodies as they moved furniture back into place, hung pictures back on the wall, and did their best to remove what looked suspiciously like flecks of blood from the carpet.
“Ms. Sharpe, that call was simply to make certain you were well. I believe I bid you to not worry about us and enjoy your clubbing,” a voice greeted her. Leonardo, who’d been directing the maids from a chair near the stairs, turned to her with an expression that didn’t quite conceal that he was doing his best to suppress a sigh. Kristina couldn’t help but notice the large gauze bandage covering the entire left side of his face.
“Come on, you can’t call a girl like that and expect her to not wonder what was going on!” she called out to him with a wave.
“I can when said ‘girl’ is a civilian who never once associated with us of her own volition.” His urge to sigh managed to win out looking at Kristina’s unwavering smile. “Though I can see that if you’ve already made up your mind strongly enough to come here regardless, then I will not be able to sway you. My apologies, but I am currently busy overseeing the clean up of the mansion. Maybe you could assist Mr. Abbaddeli and Mr. Adams upstairs.” He clarified further seeing the lack of recognition to the names on Kristina’s face. “That would be Mr. Harold and Mr. Francis respectively, as you most likely know them.”
“Ah.”
Following the directions Leonardo provided her led Kristina to what looked like an infirmary on the second floor. A small desk sat in one corner currently occupied by Francis. Sitting on the bed separated from the desk by a curtain was the hard to notice maid Kristina had come to recognize as Asella’s personal attendant. The small woman had stripped off her top to leave her in a simple white bra and shin length black and white skirt.
This was the first time Kristina had taken the time to really look at the girl. She was a Caucasian woman Kristina estimated was younger than her and only slightly taller than Asella. Her pale face and brown eyes were framed by matching wavy brown hair falling partway down her neck. Her current state of undress made it clear that she was on the thin side with B-cup breasts, a tight waist, slim hips, and was fairly pale in general, outside of the nasty bruises covering her body that is. Kristina grimaced looking her over. A bad bruise covered the entirety of the maid’s right side from her hips all the way up to her shoulder. Presumably her arms and legs were similarly banged up, though it was impossible to tell with how they were wrapped tight in bandages.
Harold was currently in the process of applying ointment to the maid’s exposed side. When she saw Kristina staring from the entryway, she covered her chest with her arms, a blush creeping onto her face as she turned away.
“It’s okay. I’m a girl too,” said Kristina.
“Yes, that’s the problem,” the girl icily replied.
“Wha-? Oh… Sorry.” A blush formed on Kristina’s own face the moment she realized what the other girl was getting at. Francis gave her a glance out of the corner of his eye paired with a sympathetic smile as she shuffled her way to his side of the curtain. It admittedly wasn’t much better over there. What Kristina mainly remembered Francis for was tickling the ever loving bejeezus out of her back at La Botticella, though in his favor he’d left her alone ever since they’d gotten their hands on Audrey. Unlike with Asella and Leonardo she’d never really had the opportunity to interact with him outside of that. Part of her was still kind of scared of him. Luckily, he was too engrossed in his work to appear all that threatening. Kristina peered quizzically at what he was looking at on the laptop he was hunched over.
“I’m monitoring police chatter,” he explained upon noticing her curiosity. A finger tapped the earbud he had in one of ear. “If we’re lucky we might be able to pick up something on where they went.”
“Erm… so what exactly happened? Sorry, I just got here. I’m still trying to get caught up,” she hastily added when he turned to look at her with surprise.
“I just realized… You’re Kristina Sharpe! Why are you here? Wait. Before that, how did you even catch wind of this to begin with?”
“Would you believe me if I said I’d heard something happened and came to help out of concern for you all?”
“No.”
“Eh, I had to try.”
“It was a polizia raid,” Harold spoke up from the opposite side of the curtain. “One of their riot squads busted in to wreck the place while most of us were out. They were surgical. Get in, rush into the cellar to rescue Audrey Owens, and get out again.”
“It was right after you’d left,” the maid chimed in with a subdued voice. “They took Mistress Asella while they were at it. I was in the cellar with her when they forced their way in and…” Her voice trailed off followed by a yelp of pain. “Hey, not so tight!”
“It’s gotta be tight or you’re gonna swell up like a pufferfish tomorrow!”
Kristina was tempted to check what was happening behind the curtain, but managed to stop herself in time out of respect for the maid’s modesty. She settled on just assuming Harold had begun bandaging her.
“Cordelia got those bruises protecting Ms. Prim during the attack,” Francis picked up where the maid left off after it became obvious she was too distracted to continue. “Our main problem is a lack of information. It’s probably safe to assume they were from Audrey’s precinct, but we have no way of knowing where they took Ms. Prim. The vans they rode in on were all unmarked and they’d worn full body riot gear with the insignias covered. We pretty much lost them the moment they left the grounds. We don’t even know how they knew to head straight to the cellar for Audrey to begin with.”
The conversation stalled out into an awkward silence after that punctuated by the occasional yelp of pain and complaint courtesy of Cordelia. Kristina did her best to think about anything helpful she could suggest, but this entire situation was outside of her wheelhouse. Her mind wandering back to earlier in the day was what ultimately sparked a bit of inspiration.
“You know, I was approached by a police officer earlier today. It was right before Asella called me over to visit too. She said her name was Honoka Ogawa and that she was Audrey’s partner. Maybe we can get a lead if we look into her?” There was a screeching sound as Francis spun around in his chair fast enough to drag it across the floor to stare at her in shock. Even Harold and Cordelia were leaning around the curtain to gape. “I didn’t tell her anything! I swear! If anything, she was kinda a bitch about it. I complained about Audrey trying to force me to be her scapegoat and she just brushed me off.”
“Did you really not tell her anything?” Francis asked suspiciously.
“Idiota! Why would she go out of her way to come here and tell us that she’d snitched? She’d be long gone by now if she had, not coming to pay us a visit.”
“Oh. Right. I hadn’t considered that. Sorry, I got ahead of myself there.” Francis bowed his head towards Kristina briefly in apology.
The topic seemed to give Harold an idea. “Hey fra, speakin’ of Audrey. I remember Signorina saying we got her ‘cause you hacked her phone to let us listen in on everything she told her boss. Think maybe the polizia did the same to Kristina here? Like, they remotely hacked into her phone while they were talking to put in some sort of virus that did the same thing?”
“To be clear, I didn’t hack Audrey’s phone. Ms. Prim just misunderstood when I explained it to her.” Francis had the sort of annoyed expression on his face that gave Kristina the impression that this sort of exchange happened a lot. “I opened up her phone case and hooked up a bug to the battery. That way we could hear everything even when her phone was in sleep mode.” His gaze was thoughtful as his eyes drifted back over to Kristina. “Though now that you mention it… Kristina, did Honoka touch you at any point? Maybe steal your phone when you weren’t looking?”
“No? We sat across the table from each other while we talked. She never even got close to me. Wait… Hold on. Now that I think about it, she got my attention at the arcade by clapping me on the back.” Her head craned around to try looking over her shoulder at the spot.
“Let me check.” Cordelia pushed herself off the bed to come up behind Kristina and begin feeling around her upper back. After a little bit of poking around in the section covered by the hood she pulled away. “What’s this?”
“Let me have a look at it.” A small black rectangle matching the color of Kristina’s hoodie and roughly the size of the last joint on her index finger was passed over to Francis. He turned it over in his hands a few times to look it over. “Yep. This is it. It’s a GPS with audio capabilities. Honoka probably planted it on you the moment you met.” Some spare bandages wrapped around the device to smother its microphone.
While Harold and Francis discussed among themselves about what could’ve possibly leaked thanks to this, Kristina’s mind was focused on something else. “So she never cared to talk to me to begin with. She only met me to place that…” she sourly muttered to herself. Nobody else had been meant to hear that, but they all did anyways.
“I wouldn’t be so sure. Smart polizia can be tricky to deal with. They never have just one angle of attack. Instead, they leave traps everywhere and wait to see what catches you. I suspect this one tried to convince you to snitch on us and planted a bug as a backup plan,” said Harold.
“Plus, this works out in our favor.” Francis had gone back to typing on his laptop. His finger gently tapped the wad of bandages holding the listening device. “This thing is still transmitting. I can backtrace it to wherever this Honoka Ogawa woman is. It may not lead us to Ms. Prim directly, but I think you’ve provided us with our first solid lead, Kristina.” Their words of encouragement missed her actual problem with Honoka, but Kristina appreciated them all the same.
“How long will that take?” she asked.
“Anywhere between a minute and several hours. It depends on how steady the connection is and whether or not they were cautious enough to stall for time by bouncing the signal around. And that’s assuming the backtrace completes at all. If we’re unlucky, they’ll shut off the transmitter before we can get a hold of their location.” He paused to look at the time on his laptop. “It’s late. You guys should get some rest. I’ll let you know when it’s done, then we can figure out where to go from there.”
Cordelia gently tugged on Kristina’s sleeve to get her attention. “Let me finish getting bandaged and I’ll show you to a guest room.”
“Alright. Thank you.”
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Honoka Ogawa used the fingers of one hand to rub her aching temple with a groan. ‘Why do things always have to get more complicated?’ she wondered to herself. Every part of her plan had been perfect. While Kristina Sharpe hadn’t been cooperative, and if anything had been annoyingly whiny about every little thing, the bug she’d stuck on the woman’s back as a precaution had paid dividends much more quickly than even her most optimistic plans could’ve anticipated. The tiny microphone was a piece of junk with terrible sound quality sure, but it’d been enough to let her recognize Audrey’s voice. Combining that with the GPS information had let them narrow down exactly where the mafia had been holding her partner. All they’d needed to do from there was bust in to get her out.
And then some idiot had the bright idea to nab Asella Prim while they were exfiltrating purely because she’d been in his line of sight. Honoka wasn’t certain who it’d been. At this point she didn’t really care. The entire squad was going to feel her wrath for having caused an unnecessary complication at the last possible second.
Going back to the police station was too risky now. That would be the first place the mafia would check for them. Honoka and Audrey had been forced to relocate to one of their safehouses in the Bronx with Asella Prim in tow. She’d been hoping to just lay low for a while until the heat died down a little, maybe catch up on her book backlog while she was at it, but even that was being denied her. Howls of laughter echoed throughout the room that made it impossible for her to focus on reading. Their safehouse was a tiny two room apartment in the basement of an abandoned office building. It wasn’t possible for her to get far enough away to escape the laughter without leaving entirely.
“SCREHEHEW YOU HIHIHIHAHAHA! Leavahe my feet ALOHONEhehehehahaha!”
“Will you cut that out?” Honoka snapped. Getting up out of her chair, she stomped her way over to the adjoining room. There was the cause of the commotion.
“Never. I’m not letting this bitch off until I’ve paid her back for everything she did to me with interest!”
Audrey had Asella tied lengthwise across the couch with lengths of rope around her wrists and ankles. Honoka didn’t know if this was a fetish thing or a lesbian sex thing, but for some reason Audrey had stripped Asella topless before kneeling at the foot of the sofa to rake her nails down the length of her nylon-clad soles. Asella was left howling with laughter with her miniskirt covered rump repeatedly bouncing up and down off the couch.
Honoka was well aware of Audrey’s proclivities while admitting in the same breath to not understanding them one bit. The sadism she understood on a spiritual level, not the tickling part. It’d never struck her as entertaining to scratch at someone’s armpits to make them laugh when you could get the satisfying feedback that came from smashing your fist into their gut.
“You’re being loud. You’re gonna give away our location!”
“Oh chill, why don’t you. New York is a big place. They’ll never think to look for us here!”
Honoka rolled her eyes, seething at her partner’s lack of discretion. She didn’t have the energy to fight over it anymore though. She could feel an oncoming headache from the combination of the late hour and her mounting frustrations.
“Hey, you should give this a try. It’s great stress relief.” Audrey said with an evil smile. As Honoka watched, Asella was desperately trying to use one foot to cover the other. Unfortunately for her, Audrey was too experienced a tickler for that. She repeatedly skittered her nails all over the exposed sole to make Asella shriek before pulling back to watch the feet frantically swap positions only for her to strike again the moment the other one came to the forefront.
It was true that Honoka had never actually given tickling a try herself. Audrey certainly seemed to have fun with it whenever the station “conveniently” left her alone with an uncooperative suspect and it wasn’t like she was going to get to focus on anything else with all this noise. “I give up…” she sighed. “Scootch over. I’ll give it a go,” she said more loudly.
“Gehet away frohom mehEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Asella cried in between bouts of laughter.
Getting on her knees next to Audrey, Honoka looked at the wiggling sole in front of her. “Shouldn’t we take off her tights? You used to never shut up about how tickling is most effective on bare skin. Aren’t these getting in the way?”
“Nah, tights are great! Sheer ones like these don’t block the tickles at all. Some girls even claim it makes it a hell of a lot worse.”
“Huh.” This was the sort of thing where Honoka was willing to just trust Audrey at her word. Her partner had one hand wrapped around Asella’s foot to hold it still while gently scratching her nails on the balls of her foot. For lack of any better idea of what to do, Honoka decided to just copy her.
Grabbing hold of the other foot, she gently ran her fingers down Asella’s slim sole. The sheer fabric of the nylons let her nails glide effortlessly across the foot. She didn’t apply too much pressure, if the tights were supposed to make the torture worse then she didn’t want to risk putting a run in them. Her efforts were rewarded with feeling the foot struggling in her grasp and hearing Asella let out a yelp.
“I’ll GEHet yohou foHOR THIS HIHIHIHEHEHEHEHOHOHO!”
“She’s got a lot of fight in her. How long have you been at this again?”
“About 10 minutes. She’s a tough one. Most girls start to show signs of cracking by now.” Audrey turned to grin at Honoka. “Wanna help me break her for real?”
“Fuck ohOFF YIHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!”
The pair continued to scratch their nails against Asella’s bound soles for several more minutes. Audrey focused on a bad spot on the inside of the foot near the heels that coaxed out a steady stream of laughter out of their victim. Honoka explored around a little and discovered that scratching a single nail in between the balls of Asella’s foot got her to put the most effort into trying to twist her foot out of Honoka’s grasp. Together, they kept Asella laughing and bucking on the couch with barely any opportunities to breathe for several minutes at a time.
After a few minutes of playing with Asella’s soles, watching her bare B-cup breasts jiggle around from her struggling, getting to a clear view up her skirt to her nylon covered black panties, and listening to her try to threaten them away while howling with laughter, Honoka came to a conclusion. Tickling other girls wasn’t doing that much for her. It didn’t provoke much of a feeling at all in her if she was being honest. What did, however, was the fact that what they were doing was clearly torture for the helpless Asella. She did her best to hide her distress underneath a mask of bravado, but it was obvious as time went on that every ticklish jolt they coaxed out of her nerve endings was battering down her will to resist. Eventually it would all come crumbling down to leave her broken at their mercy. For that reason and that reason alone, Honoka was happy to continue playing along.
Honoka got up off her knees to make her way around to the side of the couch. Asella gave her a panicked glance, but her attention was split thanks to Audrey’s continued abuse of her soles. Honoka’s hands initially reached towards Asella’s stomach, then thought better of it. ‘If the nylons were supposed to be making the tickling worse, then shouldn’t I be focusing there?’ she thought to herself. Instead, she reached down to caress the bound woman’s thighs. Feeling her touch there provoked a particularly violent buck of the hips and her knees kicking in an attempt to dislodge her hands.
“Wahatch where yohOU’RE TOHOuchinghihIHIHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Asella cried, her eyes wide with panic. The fact that she didn’t want someone touching her there was the only reason Honoka needed to continue doing it. The tips of her nails continued to make trips down the fronts of her nylon covered thighs, lazily waving back and forth in a sine pattern, stopping to wiggle or squeeze at spots that got a good reaction, and occasionally slipping in some light finger wiggling as she went. With each trip she would start further up the thighs, savoring how much distress it caused Asella for her hands to get closer to the girl’s hips and groin with each pass.
“Ah, I think she likes it! You should keep it up, Honoka. She’s clearly enjoying herself here.” Honoka followed Audrey’s amused gaze up Asella’s legs. A grin spread across her face seeing the growing stain on the girl’s black panties.
“She loves it! How about we just keep tickling her for forever?” taunted Honoka, playing along.
“Oh god. Oho gohodhehehaHAHAHIHIHI! I dohon’t lihiKE THIHIS! I hate it. I haHATE IT!” screamed Asella. Her toying with Audrey over the past couple days and a little bit of research on the internet had let her learn that she was currently having a normal physical reaction to being tickled. She remembered even throwing those exact taunts at Audrey at times for the exact same reasons they were being turned on her now. Being on the receiving end, her mind too distracted trying to hold on through the ticklish sensations assaulting her to work through it properly, was horrible. She couldn’t help but feel a bit of shame and panic over the heat growing in her lower body as a direct result of the continuous tickling.
Not helping matters was that the tickling was getting worse. Having Honoka enter the fray was making it harder to defend herself. Honoka had begun reaching her nails in to exploit the ticklish flesh of her inner thighs. In a panic over those fingers coming too close to her groin, Asella did her best to shut them out by squeezing her thighs together. Unfortunately, this diverted her attention away from Audrey’s continued attack on her soles. Having 10 fingers go to town on both of her feet through the nylons drove her berserk. Her instinctive urge to kick to get away inevitably resulted in her losing concentration on protecting her thighs.
Asella arched her back with a scream of laughter before her hips slammed back down into the couch as she descended into maddened cackling. She’d slipped up. The push and pull of being caught between two ticklers had eventually resulted in her losing focus on protecting either spot and ultimately left both open at the same time. Honoka leaned in to grab big handfuls of her inner thighs in both hands to squeeze and shake, her fingers flexing to dig in for extra ticklish effect. Asella was going wild scrabbling her nails all over her soles. The times where her hands strayed over the base of her toes were especially bad, a fact that didn’t escape Audrey’s notice and led to that spot getting more focus.
It was too much. The intense ticklish surges traveling up her legs courtesy of their relentless ministrations were simply too much for Asella to handle anymore. “PLEASEHEHEHAHAHA! PLEAHASE noho mOHORE! STOHOP! Pleahase STHOHOP! PLEAHASE stohohop!” Her strong front crumbled under the torture. The pride in being the boss’ daughter that had kept her fighting until now was thrown away to begin pleading for her tormentors to show her mercy. Unfortunately for her, as far as the two sadistic officers were concerned, the point where a girl started begging them to stop was about when they considered the torture to just be getting started.
Audrey gave a signal for Honoka to stop. “Okay then, Ms. Asellla. How about we make a deal?”
“Wh-what do you want?” Asella asked while wheezing for air. This was obviously a trap to torture her more, but she didn’t care. She was too desperate for the tickles to stop to pass up on whatever slim opportunities for a break she could find.
“We’ll stop tickling in exchange for information. Lie to us and we’ll have to punish you.” Audrey accentuated her threat by flexing her fingers several centimeters from Asella’s helpless soles, causing the girl to flinch in fear. “First question: The Schwarz crime family is planning a heist soon. What bank are they going to rob?”
“Huh? Schwarz? What are you talking about? Who are they?”
“That’s not what we wanted to hear! It’s cootchie cootchie time!” Audrey happily crowed. Her fingers dove in wiggling to scratch at the base of Asella’s toes. The sheer fabric of the nylons allowed her nails to effortlessly glide over the area to once again entice out that maddening ticklish sensation. Honoka followed up on her lead to sink her fingers into the front of Asella’s thighs again. She alternated between running her fingers all over the thighs and squeezing at the space right above her knees. Asella was instantly reduced to hysterics again. Her screams of laughter echoed throughout the safehouse along with the creaking sound of her struggling against the couch she was bound to.
Her punishment lasted for roughly 5 minutes before the police officers stopped again. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want us to let you go. Next question then: Somebody embezzled money from Seagate Technology 7 years ago. The criminal was never caught. Who did it?” asked Honoka.
“What!? How am I supposed to know that!?“ shouted Asella in frustration.
“Bzzzzt! Wrong answer!” Any further objections Asella had dissolved into another bout of frenzied laughter. Audrey was focusing on her heels this time. Her nails bounced around scratching everywhere between the arches of her foot to reach under for the backs. This time, Honoka changed targets away from playing with her thighs. Her nails instead skittered back and forth across the length of Asella’s taut stomach. Rather than stay in one spot she kept her hands moving to cover as much area, occasionally stopping to insert her finger into Asella’s bellybutton to tease the vulnerable walls inside.
Once again the punishment lasted a little over 5 minutes. Asella was left a wheezing, shuddering wreck by the end. Tears had started welling up in her eyes and were threatening to spill out at any moment.
“Now what should we ask next? There’s so many crimes that need solving. You gotta start doing better or we’re gonna be here a while!” Audrey taunted in a singsong voice.
“Fuck you…”
“Oh my, what was that?” Honoka asked with a grin.
“Fuck you! Fuck you and your fucked up games!” Even if she’d known they were never going to give her a chance to escape, having the unfairness of their cruel game so blatantly thrown in her face caused Asella to completely snap. In her rage she pulled as hard as she could against the ropes holding her down and screamed at her tormentors. “I’ll fucking kill you! I’m not playing around. Death is going to be a mercy for you two!”
Her yelling was cut off by a wadded up hand towel being shoved into her mouth. It was quickly followed up by strips of medical tape being applied to seal it in. Honoka and Audrey leered down at their now silenced captive still struggling against her bondage with all the strength her anger could give her.
“Oh my, such unladylike behavior.”
“We give her a chance to win her freedom and this is how she repays us? Shameful.”
“I think she’s due for some behavioral corrections, don’t you think, Audrey?”
“I think that’s certainly in order, Honoka.”
Both women dove in with fingers wiggling. Honoka took a turn down at Asella’s nylon clad soles while Audrey moved to her upper body this time around. Honoka’s fingers scrabbled everywhere on Asella’s helpless soles. Unlike Audrey she didn’t have a good idea of where the best spots are and settled on just tickling everywhere her fingers could reach. Audrey proved to be just as cruel working over the rest of Asella’s upper body as she had been targeting her feet. Asella’s nylons and panties were pulled down to expose her sopping wet pussy. Audrey put her nails to work gently scratching her wet, unwilling pussy, skittering over her exposed groin, and occasionally reaching down to tease the lower parts of her thighs still covered by the nylons. Asella’s building sexual frustration from having her privates directly toyed with compounded with the tickling to send her to new, unbearable heights of suffering.
“Next question. What’s the name of the Prim Family butler? What? Not gonna answer? We’re gonna have to punish you for that!”
“How many maids are working at your mansion? Huh, she’s not talking, Audrey. Guess we’re gonna have to tickle it out of her!”
“What are the names of the girls you kidnapped earlier this week? Funny. Thought you’d know that one. I guess you don’t want us to stop tickling you after all.”
To make matters worse, Audrey and Honoka’s sadistic game hadn’t ended. Now that Asella wasn’t capable of talking anymore, they began barraging her with easy questions she could’ve answered in a heartbeat. They didn’t even pretend to stop tickling to give her an opportunity to respond. Fingers continued to relentlessly exploit her ticklish flesh without pause as Asella had to endure endless taunts that they’d stop the moment she answered them.
Asella was completely beside herself. The continuous torture had broken her down to the point where she wasn’t able to maintain a semblance of control anymore. Her body randomly spasmed under the stimulation and frenzied, hysterical laughter poured through the gag. The tears that had been threatening to spill out earlier now streamed down her face as she bawled her eyes out in misery. Time started to lose meaning for her. Each second dragged on as she slowly became too overwhelmed by the tickling to pay attention to anything other than how much ticklish agony she was in.
—--
It’d been an hour since Asella had been gagged and her punishment began in earnest. Honoka wouldn’t say she gained an appreciation for tickling in that time, it still didn’t stir anything within her, but the satisfaction she got out of seeing Asella Prim so thoroughly broken was undeniable. The once regal mafia princess had been reduced to a pitiable wreck crying and screaming with laughter into her gag. The one concession she would make to tickling over straightforward violence was that she appreciated that they could always keep pushing. With more normal violence she’d eventually need to stop or her victim ran the risk of dying on her. No matter how much they tickled Asella they never had to give her much rest before she was in good enough condition for more torture.
Even as Honoka stepped back for a break the tickling didn’t slow down. Audrey had firmly stated that Asella had tortured her for hours at a time every day and she wasn’t planning to let her off with anything less than double what she’d suffered. She was currently going to town on Asella’s exposed armpits and breasts with her fingers to force Asella to continue screaming with laughter. Honoka, on the other hand, wasn’t used to keeping her fingers moving so energetically for such an extended period of time. After a while she had to step out of the room to let her hands rest.
Honoka took a seat at the table she’d been trying to read at earlier and began stretching out her fingers and forearm. She made a mental note to clear off her gear later. After arriving at the safe house she’d carelessly dropped her police baton and helmet on the table. The rest of her riot armor had been similarly deposited in a random corner of the room. All of that was going to have to undergo routine maintenance and get stored in the closet. It was possible they were gonna be stuck here a while, she didn’t want to waste what precious little space they had available.
The revving sound of an engine kicking into gear outside caught her attention. She ignored it after stopping to listen to it grow louder for a couple seconds. In all likelihood it was just a large truck passing by the safehouse. Her assumption was proven wrong in the next instant when a crashing sound loud enough to make her jump.
Honoka rushed to the safehouse door and threw it open. Her mouth fell open out of shock. What looked like a van with a giant convex steel plate welded to its front had crashed directly through the front of the office building right in front of the staircase leading down to their safehouse. A pair of very large men were getting out of the van’s front seats with more pouring out of the back to rush directly at her. “The signal’s coming from down there! Everybody get in there!” one of the large men shouted.
Slamming the safehouse door shut and locking it, Honoka scrambled back to her gear. There wasn’t enough time for her to get fully kitted out. The best she could do in these circumstances was put her helmet on and grab the police baton. “Audrey! Stop fucking around and get out here! We’re under attack!” she screamed.
“What’s going on!?” At least Audrey had the good sense to stop playing around with tickling Asella after hearing Honoka’s shout. The door between their rooms swung back open and her partner rushed out to join her.
A cacophony filled the safehouse from something repeatedly slamming into the door. It barely lasted 20 seconds before swinging open to smash against the wall with a bang. “You’re not the only ones who can launch a raid, pigs!” shouted a gangster wielding a breaching ram.
Honoka swung her baton at the first person she could reach, a 2 meters tall mountain of muscles with a face that looked like it’d been chiseled out of stone. A meaty hand reached out to stop her blow before it could land by grabbing her around the wrist. The man glared down at her with eyes burning with fury.
“I heard you polizia treated our girls real good recently. Let me return the favor,” he snarled. The second of his hands reached out to grab Honoka’s head by her helmet. With a mighty roar, his arms surged to slam the back of her head into the dining room table hard enough to upend the entire thing. Even with the helmet protecting her, Honoka was left stunned by the force of the blow.
Audrey wasn’t faring any better. A fist swung out at the men rushing into the room. While it made solid contact with the blocking arms of one thug, another came forward to wrap his arms around her in a bear hug before she could pull her hand back. Audrey was quickly wrestled to the ground from a second, then third grabbing hold of her through her futile attempts to push the thug away.
The attack was over as soon as it’d begun. Honoka and Audrey were both hauled back onto their feet and dragged out of the room. Honoka still had enough awareness to notice a pair of girls rush past her into the safehouse while she was being manhandled into the back of the van. She recognized both of them. One was Kristina Sharpe with her distinctive dyed pink hair and the other a maid covered head to toe in bandages.
“Mistress! Mistress Asella, where are you!?” she heard the maid shout. Whatever happened after that was blocked off by the van’s doors closing to lock her inside.
—--
“All of you men get out!” Cordelia went red in the face the moment she laid eyes on Asella’s state of undress. Kristina wasn’t certain this was the right time to worry about another woman’s modesty, but all of the gangsters respectfully cleared out of the room anyways. Cordelia immediately set to work untying the ropes around Asella’s wrists and ankles. “Ms. Sharpe, lend me a hand here.”
Together the two of them undid the ropes in short order. Asella’s cardigan was found crumbled up in the corner of the room. Cordelia handed it to Asella who took it with shaky hands and a weak “Thank you” before putting it on. Kristina’s aid was once again enlisted to slip under Asella’s arm and help her out of the room.
“Let’s use your car, Ms. Sharpe.”
Strictly speaking, neither Cordelia nor Kristina were supposed to be there right now. Harold and Francis had both objected to Cordelia’s insistence that they tagged along, Cordelia due to her injuries and Kristina because they didn’t want to drag an unaffiliated civilian along for a raid on a police safehouse. Kristina hadn’t seen any fault in their logic, but caved under Cordelia’s clear desperation to be reunited with Asella as quickly as humanly possible. She had volunteered to drive a second car under the promise that she would keep Cordelia at a safe distance until the fighting was over. The sedan they’d lent her for the trip was now parked a little bit away from the armored van the mafioso had used as an improvised battering ram.
Asella was helped into the backseat with Cordelia getting in beside her. Kristina got behind the wheel to follow the van back to the Prim Manor.
“Are you okay, Mistress?” she heard Cordelia quietly ask.
“I’m…” Asella’ voice petered out temporarily. “I’m okay. I’m okay…”
Silence fell on the car for a little bit after that. After a few minutes Kristina heard quiet sniffling come from behind her. The sniffles graduated into muffled sobs as time went on. She chose to keep her eyes on the road for the rest of the trip.
“We’re here,” Kristina announced, pulling into the garage.
“Thank you, Ms. Not a Police Officer.” Asella appeared to have regained some of her usual composure by the time they’d gotten back to the mansion. A small blush of embarrassment graced her cheeks and she seemed to be avoiding eye contact with Kristina after getting out of the car. “I beg you never speak of my unsightly display from earlier.”
“On that note, you should take a bit to freshen up in your room before you meet everybody. Because, uh… your make up happens to be running a little…”
“...I’ll do so.”
Kristina followed the pair to Asella’s room where she waited outside for Asella to fix her makeup and put on a new outfit, a simple black dress that reached down to her shins this time around. It wasn’t hard to figure out where to go from there. The shouting was loud enough Kristina was half convinced she probably could’ve heard it from the club she’d been partying at earlier.
“Unhand us this instant! This is unlawful detainment! Once I get out of here I’m throwing you all in in the slammer and tossing the keys in a metal shredder!” she heard a woman scream at the top of her lungs. Following the racket to its source led them to a side room. Inside were Harold and Francis looking down at a pair of naked women bound side by side to a large bed. The bed was massive enough for both to be tied up spread eagle with a little space left around them. One of them, Honoka, was screaming her head off in fury. Audrey appeared to be so terrified she’d clammed up.
“That sounds like a good reason for them to not let you go,” Kristina quipped as they entered the room. Honoka’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head.
“You! How could you!? You’re aiding and abetting criminals!” she screamed. “How on God’s green earth could you possibly side with the criminal scumbags who kidnapped you!?”
“Oh, that’s simple. They apologized.” The room went quiet. Kristina could feel everybody staring at her in disbelief. She jabbed her thumb back towards Asella. “I mean sure, she did it like a psychopathic crimelord trying to buy my silence, but at least she cared enough to try. That makes her way better than you. I didn’t realize it until after we were done talking, but you already knew from Audrey’s last check in that she tried throwing me under the bus to maintain her cover, didn’t you? You just didn’t care enough to even pretend to be sympathetic about it.”
Honoka’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly a couple times in shock. “That’s it…? That’s all this is? You interfered with a police operation because I DIDN’T FUCKING SAY SORRY TO YOU!?”
“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it. Spite is a great motivator when you know how to use it. That’s how I managed to swipe salutatorian out from under James Bennet’s nose.” Kristina’s expression soured at the memory. “Seriously, fuck that smarmy little sleazebag. And besides, from everything I’ve seen so far, you cops and these mafia guys aren’t any different. You’re all awful people who have no problem trampling over others as long as it’s convenient for you. I might as well stick with the side that has enough decency to try playing nice after the dust settles.”
She could hear one of the men snicker behind her and try to cover it up by transitioning into the least convincing coughing fit she’d ever heard. “She’d make a good mafioso,” Harold whispered to Francis. He was shushed in reply, though a glance over her shoulder let her know that Francis couldn’t hide his grin of amusement either.
This was a problem Kristina had her entire life. She’d been the vengeful sort ever since she was a small child. Whenever kids insulted her she’d kick them in the shins for it. If they threw rocks she’d throw bigger ones back harder. Returning tit for tat plus one came as naturally to her as breathing. As she’d grown up her parents had managed to cultivate a mindset in her that she needed to forgive and forget, just quietly accept that bad things happened sometimes and move on with her life instead of getting angry. All of those bad habits had come bubbling back to the surface when Asella invited her over for an opportunity to exact ticklish vengeance on Audrey for kickstarting this entire mess.
“Damn you!” Honoka raged. “You’re scum just like them. You want an apology? Fuck you! All you’re gonna get out of me is a one way trip to life in jail!”
“Oh, I’m not too concerned about that anymore,” said Kristina. She approached the bound, naked Honoka with her fingers wiggling threateningly in front of her. “Someone recently taught me a very good method for convincing uncooperative girls to tell me they’re sorry.”
“No. No! Get away from me!” Honoka cried. Kristina gently traced a single nail up the length of her foot from the middle of her arches up to the balls of her feet then back down to her heel. Honoka’s body stiffened in response.
“What are you all standing around for? Let’s make these girls sorry!” Kristina called over her shoulder. Her smile was bright, but to everyone else it looked downright twisted.
“I recognize you… You’re the one who beat me up!” Honoka had spent the entire exchange staring intently at Honoka. It wasn’t that Honoka was a beautiful naked Asian woman tied spread eagle to the bed, though Cordelia admittedly appreciated the view, it’s because her face looked familiar. Cordelia became more certain as she examined her. This was the police officer who’d taken so much joy out of giving her a beating during the mansion raid. Cordelia stepped up to join Kristina in dragging a nail across the length of Honoka’s foot, a look of irritation having come over her. “Don’t think I’m going to let you off easily for that!”
Audrey squawked with fear knowing full well what was in store for her seeing Asella stalk towards her. “Oh god no… Please. Please, no! I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t tickle me again! Anything but that!”
“You didn’t seem sorry when you thought I couldn’t escape!” Hopping onto the bed, she skittered her nails down Audrey’s smooth, vulnerable armpits to transform her pleading into splutters.
Francis and Harold shared a sheepish smile. Nominally they were going to tickle Honoka and Audrey as punishment for their attack on the mansion, but in reality they’d both been looking for an excuse to get in a good tickling again. That’s why they’d stripped the pair naked and tied them up before anyone else arrived. Having all of the girls beat them to it hadn’t been the plan. Not that they were necessarily complaining though.
“I’ll take Honoka. I gotta pay her back for everything she did to Cordelia,” said Harold.
“Guess I’ll help with Audrey then.”
Honoka grit her teeth in frustration. Having the pair of nails incessantly traveling up and down her soles was maddening. No matter how she twitched or flexed her feet the nails tracked her down to continue the teasing.
“Oh my, does that tickle? All we’re doing is moving our fingers up and down, up and down, up and down…” Kristina taunted.
“We haven’t even gotten started yet. It’s going to get a million times worse before we’re through with you,” threatened Cordelia.
Making matters worse was the taunting. Kristina’s words were drawing her attention back towards the tracing nails while Cordelia spun her up. Honoka did her best to keep up a stony countenance, but there wasn’t anything she could do to stop her feet and legs from twitching under the stimulation. Her annoyed glare down at the two girls was met with a glare back along with one of the most infuriating smiles she’d ever seen.
Feeling someone hop on the bed off to her side caught Honoka’s attention. Her eyes widened seeing Harold kneel at her sides on the mattress. His hands hovered over her exposed stomach threateningly. “Told you I’d return the favor,” said Harold.
Rather than skitter his nails across her waiting stomach like she expected, he took a page out of Kristina and Cordelia’s book to start off light. A single finger came down to lightly tap Honoka’s stomach, causing her to flinch. He waited a second before another finger came down. Each light tap sent a little jolt of ticklish electricity spidering out throughout Honoka’s stomach. In between every one he would wait for a little bit to let the anticipation build a little before striking with his finger again.
Honoka was left gritting her teeth in order to keep herself from giggling as much as because she was getting increasingly annoyed. “Cut that out. I’m serious, you won’t get away with this,” she growled. She refused to laugh. Her pride wouldn’t let her grant them the satisfaction.
Her resolve was strengthened by the pathetic display off to her side. Asella was toying with Audrey’s armpits to great effect. Her nails gently scratched in circles around the edges of Audrey’s pits. She’d stay to stroke the tops where they transitioned into the biceps before making her way around the outer rim down to the top of the ribs. There she’d stroke and rub for a little bit before making her way around the other side back up to the top. It was a pattern she’d found effective at breaking down Audrey before and was better than normal this time around. Even that light bit of teasing was enough to reduce Audrey into a giggling mess spluttering out desperate pleas for the mafia princess to let her go.
The last couple days had taught Audrey how much ticklish agony Asella was capable of putting her through. The thought of having to go through it all again, now at the hands of a thoroughly pissed off Asella out for revenge, terrified her. She was so spun up with fear of being tortured again that every ticklish touch felt infinitely worse. Giggles freely poured out of her lips as she threw away her pride to beg with everything she had.
“Noooohoho! Pleahase! I’m sohoHORRYeheheHAHAHAHahahaha!”
Those hopes were dashed by a pair of rough fingers wiggling at her soles. Audrey’s giggles turned into panicked laughter when her head whipped around to see Francis grinning up at her from between her legs. His fingers danced all over her helpless feet, following them around despite her best attempts to squirm away. The most she managed to achieve was maybe a second or two of safety before being subjected to more ticklish pokes and wiggling. Her begging grew more desperate than before out of terror over being gang tickled on top of everything else.
“It tickles, doesn’t it? I bet it must be SO hard to keep it all bottled up. You’ll feel better if you let it out, I promise.” Kristina teased. Sadistic urges were stirring inside of her watching Honoka flinch, twist, and jerk in a futile attempt to escape their combined teasing. It made her want to punish the bound cop more. Force her to laugh purely because she was putting up such a fight not to. The sole finger tracing all over Honoka’s wiggling foot was upgraded to all 5 gently scratching away. She kept up the pattern of rhythmically moving from the base of the toes down to the bottom of the heels and back up again, and was gratified to see Honoka jerk her entire leg back in response.
“Oh no, there’s no escape,” said Cordelia. She had stopped working over Honoka’s other foot in favor of hopping on the bed to straddle her legs. Her rump planted itself firmly on the shin of the leg Kristina was focusing on to pin it down and her hand seized the toes to hold them back, pulling the foot taut. Her other hand was put to work gently teasing the base of her toes. In between the two of them, Honoka now had to contend with 10 fingers working over her completely immobilized foot. Their combined teasing finally managed to wear through her mental defenses enough for the errant giggle to come out, though she still did her best to stifle them.
“Gehet off! I cahan’t seehehehe!” Honoka complained. The helplessness of her situation was killing her. Not being able to move her foot at all made the nails wandering all over her foot downright maddening with her inability to do anything about it. Her view being blocked by Cordelia’s back was similarly frustrating. Only being able to feel, not see, what the girls were doing to her made her all the more aware of every ticklish touch.
“You can always watch me,” Harold taunted. He took advantage of the situation to lean into his game from earlier. Honoka yelped and bucked her hips when all 10 of his fingers came down to skitter across her stomach for a second before lifting up again. Those fingers then hovered a couple centimeters away from her vulnerable flesh moving around over different parts of her tummy threatening to attack a different area. Again he struck to elicit out another gasp and spasm.
A grin spread across Harold’s face. After the third attack Honoka’s eyes were transfixed on his hands as the only source of ticklish stimulus she could see, warily watching for when he would strike next. He kept a keen eye on her expression and reactions. Whenever his fingers hovered over a bad spot she would instinctively flinch or her stomach sucked in. His fingers dove in to strike without fail every time she gave him an indication that he’d found a good spot to make her gasp and yelp.
“Cuhut thahat outhehehehe! Enohough. I saihid enough! Take yohour hands ohoff me yihihiahahaha!”
Harold’s game was filling Honoka with the urge to kick herself. Bad memories were surfacing of the one and only time she’d let Audrey tickle her just to see if it was as horrible as her victims claimed. Those 5 minutes had engraved into her memory where every bad spot on her stomach was thanks to Audrey ignoring her every order to stop in favor of ruthlessly hammering them until she was beside herself with laughter. It was impossible to keep herself from reacting whenever Harold’s fingers approached one of those spots even though she understood exactly what he was doing. Every time those rough fingers came back down she hated herself for being so weak that her own body betrayed her vulnerable spots like this. In between Cordelia and Kristina’s steadily working over her feet and the more intense sporadic tickling courtesy of Harold, it was becoming harder than ever to hold her laughter back.
“Stoohop! Stohop pleahase, Mihistress Asehehella hehehaHAHAHAHEHEHE! GyahahaHAHAHAHA!”
By this point, Audrey was quickly approaching being reduced to hysterics. Asella leaned forward with her head right above Audrey’s D-cup globes while wiggling her fingers inside the depths of her armpits. Watching Audrey’s attempts to twist her body away make those olive melons jiggle under her brought a smile to her lips. Not being able to hold herself back anymore, she stopped tickling briefly to grab one of the breasts with her hand and wrap her lips around the stiffened nipple.
Much to her delight, she was rewarded with a gasp escaping Audrey’s lips before breaking out into cackling and a fit of upper body bucking. Asella had known the entire time that Audrey had extra ticklish nipples, but it had never occurred to try this until Kristina had helped her realize she was potentially attracted to other women. Moving to straddle Audrey’s hips in order to pin her down, she leaned in to continue ticklishly devouring the nub in front of her. One hand held the breast still while the other alternated in random intervals between gently scratching at the underside and jumping over to skitter all over the other breast.
“Oohoho GOHOD HOHOhehehehAHAHAHAHA!’ STOHOP! Stohop ihit yihiHIHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Audrey was in hysterics. In addition to Asella’s attack on her breasts, she had to contend with Francis having broken out the feather set. He was making a game of testing out each individual feather and their quills on her toes. One hand pulled the big toe of her foot away from the rest to create space for him to drag the entire length of each feather across the sensitive webbing in between her toes. Each one got multiple passes at different speeds in search of the best reaction. Once he was done with that, the feather got flipped over to allow him to scratch the quill all over her big toe, across the base of her toes, and all over the arches he knew full well was one of the worst spots on her foot. This process was repeated for each of the 20 feathers in the box he had sitting on the bed next to her.
“Tell me which tickles the most, okay? If you don’t talk then I can’t get good data,” he stated over her shrieks of laughter. His voice was calm despite his nasty grin. He’d been too busy the last couple days to get to have much fun helping tickle torture Audrey. Getting to toy with her again like this was a blast.
Once all of the feathers had been exhausted, Francis moved on to repeat the entire process across every toe on both feet. To Audrey’s dismay, this wasn’t simply some cruel game as a transparent excuse to put all of the feathers to use. Francis spent the entire time making mental notes of which feathers got the most intense reactions from each spot. All of the feathers were stored the moment he was done outside of what had gotten him the best results, a pair of large eagle feathers lined with stiff bristles, a medium length duck feather hosting a particularly nasty quill that had made Audrey scream, and a softer down one that had caused her leg to tense up and spasm when fluttered with associated tittering across her arches, and focused the rest of his assault on her soles using those.
“Hey Cordelia, you continue here. I wanna do something,” said Kristina. Their combined teasing had continued apace this entire time. Honoka was giggling herself silly like a schoolgirl, but had yet to reach the point of being broken into full on laughter.
More importantly, the sight of two naked beauties tied side by side to a bed being tickled out of their minds was getting her painfully turned on. Her foot fetish reared its head the more aroused she became. A craving to worship their beautiful toes had been bubbling away inside of her at the same time she wanted to sadistically tickle them until both women’s pride was completely shattered. On the plus side, she could satisfy both at once. Kristina stopped focusing on the foot Cordelia was holding still in favor of making her way over to the other one. There she got down on her knees to give the wiggling foot a lick.
“Whahat was thahat ehehahahahaha!?” Honoka shrieked in confusion. Her attention was torn away from Harold’s game to stare wide eyed down at Kristina. What she saw was Kristina grinning at her before leaning back in to wrap her lips around Honoka’s toe. “Fuhuhuck! Stohohop! Gehet off! Gehet ohoff! Gehet heher off ohof mehehahaHAHAHAHAHA!”
Like she had done with Audrey, Kristina licked and nibbled at the toe, savoring in its taste and the way it futilely struggled inside of her mouth. Unlike with Audrey, Kristina had practice with using her tongue to tickle a girl out of her mind this time around. She knew how to moderate the pressure of her nibbling for maximum ticklish effect. Each pass of her tongue licking and wrapping around the toe was a little experiment in what Honoka hated the most. Every once in a while she would shift her licking over a little to lap at the webbing in between her toes as a sneak attack that left Honoka guessing what she would do next.
Her hands weren’t idle while her mouth was in use either. Her nails gently stroked, poked, wiggled, and scratched at the rest of the foot. When Honoka’s struggles grew too frantic for her liking she would use one hand to hold it still while the other went wild. Her face flushed with arousal from the combined pleasure of getting to suck on such well formed toes mixing with the resulting giggles and spluttered complaints it caused. Gasps and moans began to escape her lips as she continued tickling away.
“Wow…” Cordelia whispered aloud. A blush formed on her face seeing how turned on Kristina was getting. It also got her a little curious. Was using your mouth really that good a method of tickling? Scooting back a little to sit on Honoka’s thigh instead of her shins, she decided to give it a try herself. She leaned forward to wrap her lips around Honoka’s other big toe mimicking how she’d seen Kristina do it.
Admittedly, it hadn’t been possible to get a clear view of what exactly Kristina had been doing to Honoka’s other foot, but she could still improvise. Cordelia licked and gnawed away for a bit before settling on lapping with her tongue in between the toes as what got her the most giggling and struggling. The way she was sitting let her bring her hands into play in a different way as well. Both hands clasped Honoka’s foot by the side to hold it still while her fingers wrapped around to scratch at the arches and balls of the feet. In between her fingers and mouth, she found a pace she could work with that seemed to drive Honoka crazy.
“Stohop GYAHAhahahahAHAHAHA! STOHOP ithehehAHAHAHA! Please, noho moHOREHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The two of them working their way down Honoka’s toes is what ultimately pushed her over the edge into letting out full force peals of laughter. Her demands that they get away from her gave way to pleas for mercy and begging her ticklers to stop.
“Not a chance, polizia! You’re gonna suffer for everything you’ve done. We aren’t stopping until we’ve paid back everything you did to Signorina and Cordelia ten times over!” After seeing both girls start licking Honoka’s toes, Harold gave up on his teasing game in favor of going to town all over her stomach. He knew in his head that there were other places he could try exploring, but most of his experience with tickling thus far had been with Audrey, whose stomach and sides hadn’t been the least bit sensitive. Getting to focus on tummy tickles was still somewhat new and exciting for him.
Of particular interest to him was Honoka’s bellybutton. It was a surprising amount of fun for him to slip one of his big rough fingers in and swirl it around against the hypersensitive walls. Honoka let out a shriek of ticklish agony the first time he tried it that transformed into a steady stream of deep belly laughs. He found that dedicating one hand to the bellybutton while using the other to squeeze up and down the lengths of her sides got him the best result. Honoka progressively slipped further and further into hysterics as he mercilessly continued to tickle without granting her a single break for air.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit,” Asella teased. She’d taken the time to enjoy both of Audrey’s breasts and was on the lookout for where to tickle next. The fact that her stimulation of the woman’s chest combined with Francis’ continued exploitation of her ticklish toes had left Audrey sopping wet between the legs didn’t escape her notice. Asella’s mind flashed back to how Audrey had taken a great deal of pleasure out of mercilessly toying with her pussy when their situations had been reversed earlier today. The shame and humiliation of a woman she hated getting to touch her there brought forth an even stronger need for revenge.
“NOHOT THERE HEHEHAHAhahahaha! NOOOT THEHEHERE! GyahaAHAHAHA! AnyhiWHERE BUHut therehohohOHAHAHAHAHA!” Audrey broke out screaming the moment Asella’s long nails made contact with her pussy’s lips. She could feel the tips gently scratch away directly at her womanhood and the surrounding groin. A scream escaped her lips and she began frantically bucking with all the strength she had left. Asella ended up planting her butt on Audrey’s waist and pressing to hold her down to continue the assault on her nether regions.
Asella struck gold when her nails wandered down to the bit of skin between Audrey’s vagina and butt. An ear-splitting scream loud enough to make everybody stop and stare filled the room the moment her finger made contact. Asella swiped her nail against the area again just to be sure and was rewarded with the most panicked screams and energetic thrashing of the night. One bloodcurdling scream after another filled the room soon after. Not even Audrey had been aware that her hypersensitive perineum was the most ticklish spot on her body. It’d simply never occurred to anybody to try tickling her there before now. Asella relentlessly teased the area with her nails, only giving the spot a break on occasion so she could go back to toying with her victim’s pussy for a little bit before returning to make her scream again.
Audrey had lost all track of time. The only thing that mattered anymore was that it tickled. She screamed and howled with laughter, too hysterical by this point to beg for mercy anymore. She was left purely reacting to whatever Francis and Asella wanted to do to her, little more than a ticklish puppet for them to play with at their leisure.
“I’M SOHORRY YIHIHAHIHIHIAHAHAHA! I’m soRRYHEHAHAHAHAH! I’M SOHORRY! IHI’M SOHOrryhehehAHAHAHAHAHA!”
While Francis and Asella continued to toy with the overwhelmed Audrey, Honoka had been broken into complete hysterics by the combined efforts of Kristina, Cordelia, and Harold. At this point she was only capable of repeating apologies over and over in between bouts of hysterical laughter.
“Mmmm… I’m not buying it. You’re just saying that to make the tickles stop. I’m not gonna forgive you until you apologize for real!” Kristina sadistically dug her fingers into Honoka’s exposed armpits. After having her fill of both of Honoka’s feet she’d decided to have some fun exploring her upper body. She, Cordelia, and Harold had swapped sides. Harold was now positioned at Honoka’s feet putting the quills of some of Francis’ spare feathers to work by pretending to write all over her soles. Cordelia had spun around to continue where he’d left off on her tummy, sides, and hips, while Kristina wanted to have some fun with her armpits, breasts, and ribs.
“I’M SORRY HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Mhm. I’m sure.” Kristina’s fingers fluttered inside the depths of Honoka’s pits. The endless pleas and apologies were music to her ears. Her spiteful sadism wasn’t satisfied yet though. The tickles weren’t going to stop until there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Honoka was sorry to the furthest reaches of her soul.
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Kristina and the mafioso continued to torture the police officers until both of their victims passed out from exhaustion. Audrey had been the first to go, screaming herself hoarse until she went limp under Asella and Francis’ fingers. Honoka had to endure nearly half an hour of all 5 of them gang tickling her after that until she was also overwhelmed into losing consciousness.
The sun had fully risen by the time they were done. Francis, Harold, and Asella all individually stumbled back to their rooms while Cordelia showed Kristina back to her guest room. Each of them collapsed into their beds and fell asleep the moment their eyes closed.
Kristina ended up waking up a little after noon, less than 6 hours later. It wasn’t that she’d felt rested with that amount of sleep after having stayed up for an entire day and night. The window on the western wall of her room was at the perfect angle to shine a beam of light directly at where she was resting her head at this time of day. At first she tried resting an arm over her eyes and going back to sleep then burying her head under the pillow, but it was pointless. She was waking up more by the second. It was impossible to get back to sleep at this point.
Grumbling, she sat up. Unlike last time, there was no convenient hypercompetent butler to provide her a change of clothes and painkillers for her sleep deprivation headache. Kristina shuffled out of bed idly wondering if a place this ritzy even bothered with stocking energy drinks like C4 or Kickstart.
Stepping out into the hallway, she started wandering around trying to find the kitchen. Her aimless meandering somehow took her back to the foyer by sheer coincidence. There she ran into none other than Asella Prim watching the maids put the finishing touches on cleaning up the front entrance.
“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked as a greeting.
“I’ve never been able to sleep when it’s bright.”
“Ah. The sun got in my eyes. Now that I’m awake I can’t get back to sleep.”
“I hate it when that happens.”
As they chatted the maids gave the carpet a last once over before heading out to take care of other tasks, leaving the two of them alone. Kristina didn’t know what it was, but she felt comfortable standing next to Asella now. Maybe the mafia princess looked less imposing after having seen her become a wreck from being tickle tortured by Honoka and Audrey and listening to her cry the entire trip home. Maybe she’d gotten a confidence boost from having gotten one up on a pair of corrupt cops. Maybe getting 6 hours of sleep after having been awake for more than 24 hours straight had fried her brain and she was acting overly comfortable with the most dangerous woman she’d ever had to deal with. Most likely it was a combination of all of the above that she couldn’t begin to disentangle even if she wanted to.
“I’m planning on letting Honoka and Audrey go. I’ll have some men drive them back to the police station after things have settled down a little more,” Asella suddenly announced without any prompting.
“What, not gonna keep tickling them to set an example?”
“No. While I won’t deny taking joy out of getting revenge for taking advantage of my helplessness while in their captivity, it’s becoming apparent to me that all this is doing is engendering a back and forth that doesn’t benefit anybody. I’d much rather try to put a stop to it before I’m in bondage with nails hovering within an inch of my feet again.”
“Quit while you’re ahead. I can get behind that,” commented Kristina.
“Besides, I know you weren’t here for it, but it took a great deal of convincing to get my father to grant permission to keep Audrey for punishment the first time around. I have no doubt that attempting it with a second officer, and after I’d just been captured as a direct result of holding onto the first at that, would just enrage him into punishing me and assigning those two a more… irreversible sentence.”
Kristina grimaced. She somehow doubted whatever a crimelord like the head of the Prim Family came up with would be as sexy as being gang tickled by a bunch of pretty girls in maid outfits. An awkward silence formed between the two of them thinking about it.
“And, uh… What about me?” Kristina gathered up the courage to ask. Even if she was feeling more comfortable around Asella now, she was under no delusions that she was anything other than a civilian at the mercy of a crime family.
“That depends. I heard from Leonardo that you played an important role in my rescue, but haven’t been rewarded yet. I suppose that depends on what you want.”
Kristina thought about it briefly. Her mouth opened as if she was about to say something, then closed again. “No idea. I can’t think of anything,” she said after much deliberation.
“I’m surprised.”
“You kinda put me on the spot. I’m tired. Nothing comes to mind.”
“No, I’m surprised you didn’t immediately ask to be free of us. I was certain before I even opened my mouth that you would ask to never be forced to see a ‘psychopathic crimelord’ like me ever again.”
Kristina took Asella’s amused grin to mean she hadn’t taken the impromptu insult too personally. “Sorry about that,” she muttered while avoiding eye contact out of embarrassment.
“Don’t be. It was well warranted. And while that is front of mind…” Asella straightened herself out and turned to face Kristina directly and bowed to her. “Ms. Not a-... No. Kristina Sharpe, I would like to apologize for how you were treated when we first met. You had nothing to do with our conflict with the law and did not deserve any of the suffering we inflicted upon you for our amusement. I can only beg for your forgiveness.”
Hearing Asella’s apology and staring at her maintaining the bow, Kristina’s mind went blank. She was caught too flatfooted to know how to respond. Her hands frantically waved in front of her as she stammered out a reply. “H-hey, that’s too-. You have no-.” It took a little bit for her to settle down enough for her to realize what she really wanted to say. She took a deep breath to steady herself. “You’re forgiven.”
The apology alone wasn’t enough to make her forgive Asella just like the gifts earlier and listening to her crying after being tortured herself hadn’t, but put all of it together and Kristina found she couldn’t bring herself to be angry at the woman bowing to her over it anymore. Were they even? No, but Kristina was of the opinion that getting even and forgiving someone were two different things to begin with.
“Thank you.” Asella straightened herself out, using her hands to brush the hair that had fallen around her face back into place. She followed up in a much more casual tone. “I’m relieved. Part of me was afraid that you’d be all ‘I’ll forgive you when I’ve tickled an honest apology out of you’.”
“...that was an option?”
“Nope!” a tired smile played across Asella’s lips. “Honoka and Audrey were quite merciless with me back at their safehouse. I think it’ll be a while before I can gather enough courage to discover what it’s like to have your tongue worm its way in between my toes.” Kristina grumbled something about despising the police, turning Asella’s tired smile into a more amused one.
“Whelp, I think I’m gonna head out then,” said Kristina after the conversation petered out. She made a show of pulling out her phone to check the time. “The club I was gonna visit opens in a couple hours. I think I’m gonna get back to my hotel for a nap before heading over.”
“Alright. Have a good rest of your day, Kristina.”
“You too, Asella.” Kristina turned towards the corridor leading to the garage when an idea occurred to her. “Oh, and about my reward… I, uh… I don’t exactly have any friends who are into tickling, so I don’t mind if you call me here again. But for my reward, if you ever do call me up to tickle me again, then I get to tickle you back just as hard.”
Asella’s expression was completely blank for a couple seconds before breaking into a big smile. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said.
The pair bid farewell for real. Kristina headed down the corridors to retrieve her car from the garage. While she climbed inside and started up the engine, her free hand pulled up a certain song on her phone. Even though she still didn’t understand the lyrics, she found she liked it a lot more now.
Part 1: When Opportunity Knocks (MMF/F, MM/F, F/F cruel)
Part 2: When Opportunity Knocks 2: Don't Get Mad (FF/F)
This was the best Kristina Sharpe had felt all week. It had all hit her at the same time. Kristina had spent the ride back from the Prim Manor quietly thinking over the day she’d had. The idea that she’d visited a mafia family mansion in order to tickle torture a police officer and walked out at the end of the day carrying a freaking Louis Vuitton handbag and BVLGARI ring was way too surreal to believe. Part of her was afraid this was all a dream, that any moment now she was going to wake up back in that room in the Prim Manor to learn that she’d passed out from being tickled too much and now that she was awake again the mafioso were going to torture her worse than ever before.
The fact that this was reality hit her all at once after she got back to her hotel room. Kristina wasn’t certain what caused it. The chauffeur dropped her off at the front entrance around 7 PM and she’d still been a bit out of it riding the elevator to her floor. It was some point after sitting down on the mattress that a palpable wave of relief came over her. It was like a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
This wasn’t a dream. Here she was sitting feeling the probably-a-little-too-stiff mattress under her butt, listening to the sounds of the city going about its business outside, and looking at her brand new handbag sitting on the bedside table. A laugh escaped her lips. Unlike the forced shrieks of laughter that had been extracted out of her lungs when she was being tickled, this was a joyful laugh tinged with relief. What she’d been dreading most the past couple days had come to pass, but instead of getting tickled silly she’d ended up having an entirely positive experience instead. The contrast made her ensuing delight all the greater.
Giddy with joy, she practically skipped her way back out of the hotel. The timing was perfect too. The club she’d wanted to visit today was scheduled to open around now. There she spent the next couple hours dancing her heart out. Kristina was so lost in enjoying herself that she didn’t realize how tired her legs had become until she collapsed onto a stool at the bar for a breather.
“Having a good night?” asked the bartender. They were just far enough away from the dance floor to still hear the music clearly, but it wasn’t so loud that they had to raise their voices to be heard.
“The best!”
“Glad to hear it. How about a drink to celebrate?”
“Ah, that’s…” Kristina’s wide smile faltered. Those were some bad memories she really didn’t need ruining her mood right now. “Nah, I’m good,” she said, rallying her smile again in a way she hoped didn’t look too forced.
“Aight. Lemme know if you change your mind.” Now that she’d made it clear that she wasn’t going to buy anything, the bartender turned his attention back to the other patrons. Feeling a little lost now that a damper had been put on her good mood, Kristina silently watched him entertain a group of girls a couple seats down.
A vibrating in her pocket caught her attention. Pulling out her phone made her stare with surprise. “My Bestie” was displayed on the screen. ‘Why’s she calling again?’ she wondered to herself as she hit the Accept button.
“Hello?”
Much to her confusion, a man’s voice came through the receiver instead. “Good evening. May I presume that this is the phone number for one Kristina Sharpe?”
“I’m sorry, who is this?”
“This is Leonardo Branford from the Prim Manor speaking. My apologies for calling so late in the evening, but it is quite urgent.” It took a second for Kristina to realize who that even was. Taking so long to remember the old man made her feel a little guilty. It was now occurring to her that in spite of how kind he’d been to her every time they’d met, she’d never even bothered learning his full name.
“Yes, this is Kristina. What’s this about? Did something happen?”
“Is everything okay, Ms. Sharpe? Are you safe?”
Kristina took her phone off her ear to stare at the screen in blank surprise. ‘What the hell?’ was the only thought running through her head. “I’m at a club right now. The only danger I’m under is if some creep tries getting touchy-feely.”
“Oh thank goodness…” Hearing an audible sigh of relief through her phone’s speakers was downright concerning.
“Hold on, what’s going on?”
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with. Please, enjoy your clubbing, Ms. Sharpe.” With that, Leonardo suddenly hung up. Kristina was once again left blankly staring at her phone.
Storing her phone back in her pocket, she thought over the situation while idly examining the ring on her left middle finger. It was obvious from the context clues that something had happened back at the Prim Manor. Undoubtedly something bad if Leonardo was borrowing Asella’s phone to check if she was okay out of the blue. Honestly, she was touched that he cared. It made her want to return the favor by at least figuring out what happened.
Kristina turned to look at the club’s dance floor next. Of course, she could just listen to him. There wasn’t any benefit to her getting more involved with the mafia than necessary. Thinking back on everything that happened to her starting at that night at La Botticella, it was all pretty firmly a net negative on the whole. While tickling Audrey had been more fun than she could’ve ever expected and getting expensive accessories as compensation was nice, it didn’t quite cancel out the trauma of having spent an entire night getting ruthlessly gang tickled out of her mind. And her problems weren’t even with just the mafioso. Her brow crinkled with annoyance remembering how that second police officer, Honoka Ogawa, hadn’t even cared enough about what she’d been put through to act like she cared.
Not getting involved was the better choice. Ignore that she’d ever gotten a phone call to begin with, hit up the dance floor again, and maybe grab a drink from a bartender who was a 99.9% chance to not be an evil undercover cop plotting to kidnap her for sadistic torture. That was the reasonable choice. The sane one. It was unequivocally, undoubtedly, no questions asked the right choice over getting involved in whatever bullshit those criminals had gotten themselves wrapped up in this time.
With a grunt of annoyance, Kristina Sharpe hopped off the bar stool, retrieved her hoodie from the coat counter, and walked out the club’s front door.
As luck would have it, the club she’d gone for today was a 20 minute drive in the opposite direction of the Prim Manor from her hotel. Retrieving her silver 2012 Nissan Altima from the parking garage near the club and making her way over ended up taking a little over an hour in total thanks to that. The sight that greeted her at the front gates brought a frown to her face.
‘Looks like I was right. Hooray…’ she thought to herself. The Prim Manor was surrounded by a sturdy steel fence over twice as tall as she was. On all of her trips in and out of the grounds the chauffeur had needed to radio in for someone to open the front gates for them. Said gates looked like they’d been quite literally blown off their hinges. Her headlights revealed blast marks all across the ground and on the gates themselves. One of them was barely hanging on by a couple of hinges near the top.
On the plus side, it meant she had an easy time getting in. Kristina carefully steered her way around the metallic debris littering the area on her way up to the mansion’s front door. There she ran into Brian, the chauffeur who’d shuttled her to the mansion and back to her hotel each time, sweeping the front steps with an old fashioned broom and rolled down her window to wave at him. His eyes widened with surprise watching her drive up.
“Ms. Sharpe? What are you doing here?”
“I got a call that something happened so I came to check on you all,” she replied. “Hey, where’s the garage? I don’t want my car to get in the way out here.”
“That’s mighty kind of you! The garage is that way. Just follow this path here,” he explained, pointing at one of the smaller side paths branching off the main driveway right near the base of the steps.
True to his word, following the path around the side of the building led to a garage with its door ajar. It was large enough to house over a dozen vehicles with space to spare. Pulling into an open spot, Kristina took a second to look over the other cars. On top of the limousine she’d ridden in a couple times now, there was also a variety of exotic sports cars she’d always assumed a rich family would own along with multiple sedans, vans, and trucks presumably for more utilitarian purposes. One van in particular caught her eye. It looked like someone had heavily modified it into a kind of ad hoc armored personnel carrier. Steel plates had been welded onto the sides with the front having a huge convex plate for extra protection around the engine compartment. That of all the vehicles here really drove home to her that this was a garage for a criminal organization.
Making her way inside, Kristina was surprised to find that most of the mansion didn’t look any different. She’d imagined the place would be totally wrecked. The hallways she walked through were just as neat and tidy as always.
Her opinion on that changed after managing to make her way to the foyer. Everything here was a mess. Maids were bustling everywhere. Most of them had bandages covering parts of their bodies as they moved furniture back into place, hung pictures back on the wall, and did their best to remove what looked suspiciously like flecks of blood from the carpet.
“Ms. Sharpe, that call was simply to make certain you were well. I believe I bid you to not worry about us and enjoy your clubbing,” a voice greeted her. Leonardo, who’d been directing the maids from a chair near the stairs, turned to her with an expression that didn’t quite conceal that he was doing his best to suppress a sigh. Kristina couldn’t help but notice the large gauze bandage covering the entire left side of his face.
“Come on, you can’t call a girl like that and expect her to not wonder what was going on!” she called out to him with a wave.
“I can when said ‘girl’ is a civilian who never once associated with us of her own volition.” His urge to sigh managed to win out looking at Kristina’s unwavering smile. “Though I can see that if you’ve already made up your mind strongly enough to come here regardless, then I will not be able to sway you. My apologies, but I am currently busy overseeing the clean up of the mansion. Maybe you could assist Mr. Abbaddeli and Mr. Adams upstairs.” He clarified further seeing the lack of recognition to the names on Kristina’s face. “That would be Mr. Harold and Mr. Francis respectively, as you most likely know them.”
“Ah.”
Following the directions Leonardo provided her led Kristina to what looked like an infirmary on the second floor. A small desk sat in one corner currently occupied by Francis. Sitting on the bed separated from the desk by a curtain was the hard to notice maid Kristina had come to recognize as Asella’s personal attendant. The small woman had stripped off her top to leave her in a simple white bra and shin length black and white skirt.
This was the first time Kristina had taken the time to really look at the girl. She was a Caucasian woman Kristina estimated was younger than her and only slightly taller than Asella. Her pale face and brown eyes were framed by matching wavy brown hair falling partway down her neck. Her current state of undress made it clear that she was on the thin side with B-cup breasts, a tight waist, slim hips, and was fairly pale in general, outside of the nasty bruises covering her body that is. Kristina grimaced looking her over. A bad bruise covered the entirety of the maid’s right side from her hips all the way up to her shoulder. Presumably her arms and legs were similarly banged up, though it was impossible to tell with how they were wrapped tight in bandages.
Harold was currently in the process of applying ointment to the maid’s exposed side. When she saw Kristina staring from the entryway, she covered her chest with her arms, a blush creeping onto her face as she turned away.
“It’s okay. I’m a girl too,” said Kristina.
“Yes, that’s the problem,” the girl icily replied.
“Wha-? Oh… Sorry.” A blush formed on Kristina’s own face the moment she realized what the other girl was getting at. Francis gave her a glance out of the corner of his eye paired with a sympathetic smile as she shuffled her way to his side of the curtain. It admittedly wasn’t much better over there. What Kristina mainly remembered Francis for was tickling the ever loving bejeezus out of her back at La Botticella, though in his favor he’d left her alone ever since they’d gotten their hands on Audrey. Unlike with Asella and Leonardo she’d never really had the opportunity to interact with him outside of that. Part of her was still kind of scared of him. Luckily, he was too engrossed in his work to appear all that threatening. Kristina peered quizzically at what he was looking at on the laptop he was hunched over.
“I’m monitoring police chatter,” he explained upon noticing her curiosity. A finger tapped the earbud he had in one of ear. “If we’re lucky we might be able to pick up something on where they went.”
“Erm… so what exactly happened? Sorry, I just got here. I’m still trying to get caught up,” she hastily added when he turned to look at her with surprise.
“I just realized… You’re Kristina Sharpe! Why are you here? Wait. Before that, how did you even catch wind of this to begin with?”
“Would you believe me if I said I’d heard something happened and came to help out of concern for you all?”
“No.”
“Eh, I had to try.”
“It was a polizia raid,” Harold spoke up from the opposite side of the curtain. “One of their riot squads busted in to wreck the place while most of us were out. They were surgical. Get in, rush into the cellar to rescue Audrey Owens, and get out again.”
“It was right after you’d left,” the maid chimed in with a subdued voice. “They took Mistress Asella while they were at it. I was in the cellar with her when they forced their way in and…” Her voice trailed off followed by a yelp of pain. “Hey, not so tight!”
“It’s gotta be tight or you’re gonna swell up like a pufferfish tomorrow!”
Kristina was tempted to check what was happening behind the curtain, but managed to stop herself in time out of respect for the maid’s modesty. She settled on just assuming Harold had begun bandaging her.
“Cordelia got those bruises protecting Ms. Prim during the attack,” Francis picked up where the maid left off after it became obvious she was too distracted to continue. “Our main problem is a lack of information. It’s probably safe to assume they were from Audrey’s precinct, but we have no way of knowing where they took Ms. Prim. The vans they rode in on were all unmarked and they’d worn full body riot gear with the insignias covered. We pretty much lost them the moment they left the grounds. We don’t even know how they knew to head straight to the cellar for Audrey to begin with.”
The conversation stalled out into an awkward silence after that punctuated by the occasional yelp of pain and complaint courtesy of Cordelia. Kristina did her best to think about anything helpful she could suggest, but this entire situation was outside of her wheelhouse. Her mind wandering back to earlier in the day was what ultimately sparked a bit of inspiration.
“You know, I was approached by a police officer earlier today. It was right before Asella called me over to visit too. She said her name was Honoka Ogawa and that she was Audrey’s partner. Maybe we can get a lead if we look into her?” There was a screeching sound as Francis spun around in his chair fast enough to drag it across the floor to stare at her in shock. Even Harold and Cordelia were leaning around the curtain to gape. “I didn’t tell her anything! I swear! If anything, she was kinda a bitch about it. I complained about Audrey trying to force me to be her scapegoat and she just brushed me off.”
“Did you really not tell her anything?” Francis asked suspiciously.
“Idiota! Why would she go out of her way to come here and tell us that she’d snitched? She’d be long gone by now if she had, not coming to pay us a visit.”
“Oh. Right. I hadn’t considered that. Sorry, I got ahead of myself there.” Francis bowed his head towards Kristina briefly in apology.
The topic seemed to give Harold an idea. “Hey fra, speakin’ of Audrey. I remember Signorina saying we got her ‘cause you hacked her phone to let us listen in on everything she told her boss. Think maybe the polizia did the same to Kristina here? Like, they remotely hacked into her phone while they were talking to put in some sort of virus that did the same thing?”
“To be clear, I didn’t hack Audrey’s phone. Ms. Prim just misunderstood when I explained it to her.” Francis had the sort of annoyed expression on his face that gave Kristina the impression that this sort of exchange happened a lot. “I opened up her phone case and hooked up a bug to the battery. That way we could hear everything even when her phone was in sleep mode.” His gaze was thoughtful as his eyes drifted back over to Kristina. “Though now that you mention it… Kristina, did Honoka touch you at any point? Maybe steal your phone when you weren’t looking?”
“No? We sat across the table from each other while we talked. She never even got close to me. Wait… Hold on. Now that I think about it, she got my attention at the arcade by clapping me on the back.” Her head craned around to try looking over her shoulder at the spot.
“Let me check.” Cordelia pushed herself off the bed to come up behind Kristina and begin feeling around her upper back. After a little bit of poking around in the section covered by the hood she pulled away. “What’s this?”
“Let me have a look at it.” A small black rectangle matching the color of Kristina’s hoodie and roughly the size of the last joint on her index finger was passed over to Francis. He turned it over in his hands a few times to look it over. “Yep. This is it. It’s a GPS with audio capabilities. Honoka probably planted it on you the moment you met.” Some spare bandages wrapped around the device to smother its microphone.
While Harold and Francis discussed among themselves about what could’ve possibly leaked thanks to this, Kristina’s mind was focused on something else. “So she never cared to talk to me to begin with. She only met me to place that…” she sourly muttered to herself. Nobody else had been meant to hear that, but they all did anyways.
“I wouldn’t be so sure. Smart polizia can be tricky to deal with. They never have just one angle of attack. Instead, they leave traps everywhere and wait to see what catches you. I suspect this one tried to convince you to snitch on us and planted a bug as a backup plan,” said Harold.
“Plus, this works out in our favor.” Francis had gone back to typing on his laptop. His finger gently tapped the wad of bandages holding the listening device. “This thing is still transmitting. I can backtrace it to wherever this Honoka Ogawa woman is. It may not lead us to Ms. Prim directly, but I think you’ve provided us with our first solid lead, Kristina.” Their words of encouragement missed her actual problem with Honoka, but Kristina appreciated them all the same.
“How long will that take?” she asked.
“Anywhere between a minute and several hours. It depends on how steady the connection is and whether or not they were cautious enough to stall for time by bouncing the signal around. And that’s assuming the backtrace completes at all. If we’re unlucky, they’ll shut off the transmitter before we can get a hold of their location.” He paused to look at the time on his laptop. “It’s late. You guys should get some rest. I’ll let you know when it’s done, then we can figure out where to go from there.”
Cordelia gently tugged on Kristina’s sleeve to get her attention. “Let me finish getting bandaged and I’ll show you to a guest room.”
“Alright. Thank you.”
—--
Honoka Ogawa used the fingers of one hand to rub her aching temple with a groan. ‘Why do things always have to get more complicated?’ she wondered to herself. Every part of her plan had been perfect. While Kristina Sharpe hadn’t been cooperative, and if anything had been annoyingly whiny about every little thing, the bug she’d stuck on the woman’s back as a precaution had paid dividends much more quickly than even her most optimistic plans could’ve anticipated. The tiny microphone was a piece of junk with terrible sound quality sure, but it’d been enough to let her recognize Audrey’s voice. Combining that with the GPS information had let them narrow down exactly where the mafia had been holding her partner. All they’d needed to do from there was bust in to get her out.
And then some idiot had the bright idea to nab Asella Prim while they were exfiltrating purely because she’d been in his line of sight. Honoka wasn’t certain who it’d been. At this point she didn’t really care. The entire squad was going to feel her wrath for having caused an unnecessary complication at the last possible second.
Going back to the police station was too risky now. That would be the first place the mafia would check for them. Honoka and Audrey had been forced to relocate to one of their safehouses in the Bronx with Asella Prim in tow. She’d been hoping to just lay low for a while until the heat died down a little, maybe catch up on her book backlog while she was at it, but even that was being denied her. Howls of laughter echoed throughout the room that made it impossible for her to focus on reading. Their safehouse was a tiny two room apartment in the basement of an abandoned office building. It wasn’t possible for her to get far enough away to escape the laughter without leaving entirely.
“SCREHEHEW YOU HIHIHIHAHAHA! Leavahe my feet ALOHONEhehehehahaha!”
“Will you cut that out?” Honoka snapped. Getting up out of her chair, she stomped her way over to the adjoining room. There was the cause of the commotion.
“Never. I’m not letting this bitch off until I’ve paid her back for everything she did to me with interest!”
Audrey had Asella tied lengthwise across the couch with lengths of rope around her wrists and ankles. Honoka didn’t know if this was a fetish thing or a lesbian sex thing, but for some reason Audrey had stripped Asella topless before kneeling at the foot of the sofa to rake her nails down the length of her nylon-clad soles. Asella was left howling with laughter with her miniskirt covered rump repeatedly bouncing up and down off the couch.
Honoka was well aware of Audrey’s proclivities while admitting in the same breath to not understanding them one bit. The sadism she understood on a spiritual level, not the tickling part. It’d never struck her as entertaining to scratch at someone’s armpits to make them laugh when you could get the satisfying feedback that came from smashing your fist into their gut.
“You’re being loud. You’re gonna give away our location!”
“Oh chill, why don’t you. New York is a big place. They’ll never think to look for us here!”
Honoka rolled her eyes, seething at her partner’s lack of discretion. She didn’t have the energy to fight over it anymore though. She could feel an oncoming headache from the combination of the late hour and her mounting frustrations.
“Hey, you should give this a try. It’s great stress relief.” Audrey said with an evil smile. As Honoka watched, Asella was desperately trying to use one foot to cover the other. Unfortunately for her, Audrey was too experienced a tickler for that. She repeatedly skittered her nails all over the exposed sole to make Asella shriek before pulling back to watch the feet frantically swap positions only for her to strike again the moment the other one came to the forefront.
It was true that Honoka had never actually given tickling a try herself. Audrey certainly seemed to have fun with it whenever the station “conveniently” left her alone with an uncooperative suspect and it wasn’t like she was going to get to focus on anything else with all this noise. “I give up…” she sighed. “Scootch over. I’ll give it a go,” she said more loudly.
“Gehet away frohom mehEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Asella cried in between bouts of laughter.
Getting on her knees next to Audrey, Honoka looked at the wiggling sole in front of her. “Shouldn’t we take off her tights? You used to never shut up about how tickling is most effective on bare skin. Aren’t these getting in the way?”
“Nah, tights are great! Sheer ones like these don’t block the tickles at all. Some girls even claim it makes it a hell of a lot worse.”
“Huh.” This was the sort of thing where Honoka was willing to just trust Audrey at her word. Her partner had one hand wrapped around Asella’s foot to hold it still while gently scratching her nails on the balls of her foot. For lack of any better idea of what to do, Honoka decided to just copy her.
Grabbing hold of the other foot, she gently ran her fingers down Asella’s slim sole. The sheer fabric of the nylons let her nails glide effortlessly across the foot. She didn’t apply too much pressure, if the tights were supposed to make the torture worse then she didn’t want to risk putting a run in them. Her efforts were rewarded with feeling the foot struggling in her grasp and hearing Asella let out a yelp.
“I’ll GEHet yohou foHOR THIS HIHIHIHEHEHEHEHOHOHO!”
“She’s got a lot of fight in her. How long have you been at this again?”
“About 10 minutes. She’s a tough one. Most girls start to show signs of cracking by now.” Audrey turned to grin at Honoka. “Wanna help me break her for real?”
“Fuck ohOFF YIHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!”
The pair continued to scratch their nails against Asella’s bound soles for several more minutes. Audrey focused on a bad spot on the inside of the foot near the heels that coaxed out a steady stream of laughter out of their victim. Honoka explored around a little and discovered that scratching a single nail in between the balls of Asella’s foot got her to put the most effort into trying to twist her foot out of Honoka’s grasp. Together, they kept Asella laughing and bucking on the couch with barely any opportunities to breathe for several minutes at a time.
After a few minutes of playing with Asella’s soles, watching her bare B-cup breasts jiggle around from her struggling, getting to a clear view up her skirt to her nylon covered black panties, and listening to her try to threaten them away while howling with laughter, Honoka came to a conclusion. Tickling other girls wasn’t doing that much for her. It didn’t provoke much of a feeling at all in her if she was being honest. What did, however, was the fact that what they were doing was clearly torture for the helpless Asella. She did her best to hide her distress underneath a mask of bravado, but it was obvious as time went on that every ticklish jolt they coaxed out of her nerve endings was battering down her will to resist. Eventually it would all come crumbling down to leave her broken at their mercy. For that reason and that reason alone, Honoka was happy to continue playing along.
Honoka got up off her knees to make her way around to the side of the couch. Asella gave her a panicked glance, but her attention was split thanks to Audrey’s continued abuse of her soles. Honoka’s hands initially reached towards Asella’s stomach, then thought better of it. ‘If the nylons were supposed to be making the tickling worse, then shouldn’t I be focusing there?’ she thought to herself. Instead, she reached down to caress the bound woman’s thighs. Feeling her touch there provoked a particularly violent buck of the hips and her knees kicking in an attempt to dislodge her hands.
“Wahatch where yohOU’RE TOHOuchinghihIHIHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Asella cried, her eyes wide with panic. The fact that she didn’t want someone touching her there was the only reason Honoka needed to continue doing it. The tips of her nails continued to make trips down the fronts of her nylon covered thighs, lazily waving back and forth in a sine pattern, stopping to wiggle or squeeze at spots that got a good reaction, and occasionally slipping in some light finger wiggling as she went. With each trip she would start further up the thighs, savoring how much distress it caused Asella for her hands to get closer to the girl’s hips and groin with each pass.
“Ah, I think she likes it! You should keep it up, Honoka. She’s clearly enjoying herself here.” Honoka followed Audrey’s amused gaze up Asella’s legs. A grin spread across her face seeing the growing stain on the girl’s black panties.
“She loves it! How about we just keep tickling her for forever?” taunted Honoka, playing along.
“Oh god. Oho gohodhehehaHAHAHIHIHI! I dohon’t lihiKE THIHIS! I hate it. I haHATE IT!” screamed Asella. Her toying with Audrey over the past couple days and a little bit of research on the internet had let her learn that she was currently having a normal physical reaction to being tickled. She remembered even throwing those exact taunts at Audrey at times for the exact same reasons they were being turned on her now. Being on the receiving end, her mind too distracted trying to hold on through the ticklish sensations assaulting her to work through it properly, was horrible. She couldn’t help but feel a bit of shame and panic over the heat growing in her lower body as a direct result of the continuous tickling.
Not helping matters was that the tickling was getting worse. Having Honoka enter the fray was making it harder to defend herself. Honoka had begun reaching her nails in to exploit the ticklish flesh of her inner thighs. In a panic over those fingers coming too close to her groin, Asella did her best to shut them out by squeezing her thighs together. Unfortunately, this diverted her attention away from Audrey’s continued attack on her soles. Having 10 fingers go to town on both of her feet through the nylons drove her berserk. Her instinctive urge to kick to get away inevitably resulted in her losing concentration on protecting her thighs.
Asella arched her back with a scream of laughter before her hips slammed back down into the couch as she descended into maddened cackling. She’d slipped up. The push and pull of being caught between two ticklers had eventually resulted in her losing focus on protecting either spot and ultimately left both open at the same time. Honoka leaned in to grab big handfuls of her inner thighs in both hands to squeeze and shake, her fingers flexing to dig in for extra ticklish effect. Asella was going wild scrabbling her nails all over her soles. The times where her hands strayed over the base of her toes were especially bad, a fact that didn’t escape Audrey’s notice and led to that spot getting more focus.
It was too much. The intense ticklish surges traveling up her legs courtesy of their relentless ministrations were simply too much for Asella to handle anymore. “PLEASEHEHEHAHAHA! PLEAHASE noho mOHORE! STOHOP! Pleahase STHOHOP! PLEAHASE stohohop!” Her strong front crumbled under the torture. The pride in being the boss’ daughter that had kept her fighting until now was thrown away to begin pleading for her tormentors to show her mercy. Unfortunately for her, as far as the two sadistic officers were concerned, the point where a girl started begging them to stop was about when they considered the torture to just be getting started.
Audrey gave a signal for Honoka to stop. “Okay then, Ms. Asellla. How about we make a deal?”
“Wh-what do you want?” Asella asked while wheezing for air. This was obviously a trap to torture her more, but she didn’t care. She was too desperate for the tickles to stop to pass up on whatever slim opportunities for a break she could find.
“We’ll stop tickling in exchange for information. Lie to us and we’ll have to punish you.” Audrey accentuated her threat by flexing her fingers several centimeters from Asella’s helpless soles, causing the girl to flinch in fear. “First question: The Schwarz crime family is planning a heist soon. What bank are they going to rob?”
“Huh? Schwarz? What are you talking about? Who are they?”
“That’s not what we wanted to hear! It’s cootchie cootchie time!” Audrey happily crowed. Her fingers dove in wiggling to scratch at the base of Asella’s toes. The sheer fabric of the nylons allowed her nails to effortlessly glide over the area to once again entice out that maddening ticklish sensation. Honoka followed up on her lead to sink her fingers into the front of Asella’s thighs again. She alternated between running her fingers all over the thighs and squeezing at the space right above her knees. Asella was instantly reduced to hysterics again. Her screams of laughter echoed throughout the safehouse along with the creaking sound of her struggling against the couch she was bound to.
Her punishment lasted for roughly 5 minutes before the police officers stopped again. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want us to let you go. Next question then: Somebody embezzled money from Seagate Technology 7 years ago. The criminal was never caught. Who did it?” asked Honoka.
“What!? How am I supposed to know that!?“ shouted Asella in frustration.
“Bzzzzt! Wrong answer!” Any further objections Asella had dissolved into another bout of frenzied laughter. Audrey was focusing on her heels this time. Her nails bounced around scratching everywhere between the arches of her foot to reach under for the backs. This time, Honoka changed targets away from playing with her thighs. Her nails instead skittered back and forth across the length of Asella’s taut stomach. Rather than stay in one spot she kept her hands moving to cover as much area, occasionally stopping to insert her finger into Asella’s bellybutton to tease the vulnerable walls inside.
Once again the punishment lasted a little over 5 minutes. Asella was left a wheezing, shuddering wreck by the end. Tears had started welling up in her eyes and were threatening to spill out at any moment.
“Now what should we ask next? There’s so many crimes that need solving. You gotta start doing better or we’re gonna be here a while!” Audrey taunted in a singsong voice.
“Fuck you…”
“Oh my, what was that?” Honoka asked with a grin.
“Fuck you! Fuck you and your fucked up games!” Even if she’d known they were never going to give her a chance to escape, having the unfairness of their cruel game so blatantly thrown in her face caused Asella to completely snap. In her rage she pulled as hard as she could against the ropes holding her down and screamed at her tormentors. “I’ll fucking kill you! I’m not playing around. Death is going to be a mercy for you two!”
Her yelling was cut off by a wadded up hand towel being shoved into her mouth. It was quickly followed up by strips of medical tape being applied to seal it in. Honoka and Audrey leered down at their now silenced captive still struggling against her bondage with all the strength her anger could give her.
“Oh my, such unladylike behavior.”
“We give her a chance to win her freedom and this is how she repays us? Shameful.”
“I think she’s due for some behavioral corrections, don’t you think, Audrey?”
“I think that’s certainly in order, Honoka.”
Both women dove in with fingers wiggling. Honoka took a turn down at Asella’s nylon clad soles while Audrey moved to her upper body this time around. Honoka’s fingers scrabbled everywhere on Asella’s helpless soles. Unlike Audrey she didn’t have a good idea of where the best spots are and settled on just tickling everywhere her fingers could reach. Audrey proved to be just as cruel working over the rest of Asella’s upper body as she had been targeting her feet. Asella’s nylons and panties were pulled down to expose her sopping wet pussy. Audrey put her nails to work gently scratching her wet, unwilling pussy, skittering over her exposed groin, and occasionally reaching down to tease the lower parts of her thighs still covered by the nylons. Asella’s building sexual frustration from having her privates directly toyed with compounded with the tickling to send her to new, unbearable heights of suffering.
“Next question. What’s the name of the Prim Family butler? What? Not gonna answer? We’re gonna have to punish you for that!”
“How many maids are working at your mansion? Huh, she’s not talking, Audrey. Guess we’re gonna have to tickle it out of her!”
“What are the names of the girls you kidnapped earlier this week? Funny. Thought you’d know that one. I guess you don’t want us to stop tickling you after all.”
To make matters worse, Audrey and Honoka’s sadistic game hadn’t ended. Now that Asella wasn’t capable of talking anymore, they began barraging her with easy questions she could’ve answered in a heartbeat. They didn’t even pretend to stop tickling to give her an opportunity to respond. Fingers continued to relentlessly exploit her ticklish flesh without pause as Asella had to endure endless taunts that they’d stop the moment she answered them.
Asella was completely beside herself. The continuous torture had broken her down to the point where she wasn’t able to maintain a semblance of control anymore. Her body randomly spasmed under the stimulation and frenzied, hysterical laughter poured through the gag. The tears that had been threatening to spill out earlier now streamed down her face as she bawled her eyes out in misery. Time started to lose meaning for her. Each second dragged on as she slowly became too overwhelmed by the tickling to pay attention to anything other than how much ticklish agony she was in.
—--
It’d been an hour since Asella had been gagged and her punishment began in earnest. Honoka wouldn’t say she gained an appreciation for tickling in that time, it still didn’t stir anything within her, but the satisfaction she got out of seeing Asella Prim so thoroughly broken was undeniable. The once regal mafia princess had been reduced to a pitiable wreck crying and screaming with laughter into her gag. The one concession she would make to tickling over straightforward violence was that she appreciated that they could always keep pushing. With more normal violence she’d eventually need to stop or her victim ran the risk of dying on her. No matter how much they tickled Asella they never had to give her much rest before she was in good enough condition for more torture.
Even as Honoka stepped back for a break the tickling didn’t slow down. Audrey had firmly stated that Asella had tortured her for hours at a time every day and she wasn’t planning to let her off with anything less than double what she’d suffered. She was currently going to town on Asella’s exposed armpits and breasts with her fingers to force Asella to continue screaming with laughter. Honoka, on the other hand, wasn’t used to keeping her fingers moving so energetically for such an extended period of time. After a while she had to step out of the room to let her hands rest.
Honoka took a seat at the table she’d been trying to read at earlier and began stretching out her fingers and forearm. She made a mental note to clear off her gear later. After arriving at the safe house she’d carelessly dropped her police baton and helmet on the table. The rest of her riot armor had been similarly deposited in a random corner of the room. All of that was going to have to undergo routine maintenance and get stored in the closet. It was possible they were gonna be stuck here a while, she didn’t want to waste what precious little space they had available.
The revving sound of an engine kicking into gear outside caught her attention. She ignored it after stopping to listen to it grow louder for a couple seconds. In all likelihood it was just a large truck passing by the safehouse. Her assumption was proven wrong in the next instant when a crashing sound loud enough to make her jump.
Honoka rushed to the safehouse door and threw it open. Her mouth fell open out of shock. What looked like a van with a giant convex steel plate welded to its front had crashed directly through the front of the office building right in front of the staircase leading down to their safehouse. A pair of very large men were getting out of the van’s front seats with more pouring out of the back to rush directly at her. “The signal’s coming from down there! Everybody get in there!” one of the large men shouted.
Slamming the safehouse door shut and locking it, Honoka scrambled back to her gear. There wasn’t enough time for her to get fully kitted out. The best she could do in these circumstances was put her helmet on and grab the police baton. “Audrey! Stop fucking around and get out here! We’re under attack!” she screamed.
“What’s going on!?” At least Audrey had the good sense to stop playing around with tickling Asella after hearing Honoka’s shout. The door between their rooms swung back open and her partner rushed out to join her.
A cacophony filled the safehouse from something repeatedly slamming into the door. It barely lasted 20 seconds before swinging open to smash against the wall with a bang. “You’re not the only ones who can launch a raid, pigs!” shouted a gangster wielding a breaching ram.
Honoka swung her baton at the first person she could reach, a 2 meters tall mountain of muscles with a face that looked like it’d been chiseled out of stone. A meaty hand reached out to stop her blow before it could land by grabbing her around the wrist. The man glared down at her with eyes burning with fury.
“I heard you polizia treated our girls real good recently. Let me return the favor,” he snarled. The second of his hands reached out to grab Honoka’s head by her helmet. With a mighty roar, his arms surged to slam the back of her head into the dining room table hard enough to upend the entire thing. Even with the helmet protecting her, Honoka was left stunned by the force of the blow.
Audrey wasn’t faring any better. A fist swung out at the men rushing into the room. While it made solid contact with the blocking arms of one thug, another came forward to wrap his arms around her in a bear hug before she could pull her hand back. Audrey was quickly wrestled to the ground from a second, then third grabbing hold of her through her futile attempts to push the thug away.
The attack was over as soon as it’d begun. Honoka and Audrey were both hauled back onto their feet and dragged out of the room. Honoka still had enough awareness to notice a pair of girls rush past her into the safehouse while she was being manhandled into the back of the van. She recognized both of them. One was Kristina Sharpe with her distinctive dyed pink hair and the other a maid covered head to toe in bandages.
“Mistress! Mistress Asella, where are you!?” she heard the maid shout. Whatever happened after that was blocked off by the van’s doors closing to lock her inside.
—--
“All of you men get out!” Cordelia went red in the face the moment she laid eyes on Asella’s state of undress. Kristina wasn’t certain this was the right time to worry about another woman’s modesty, but all of the gangsters respectfully cleared out of the room anyways. Cordelia immediately set to work untying the ropes around Asella’s wrists and ankles. “Ms. Sharpe, lend me a hand here.”
Together the two of them undid the ropes in short order. Asella’s cardigan was found crumbled up in the corner of the room. Cordelia handed it to Asella who took it with shaky hands and a weak “Thank you” before putting it on. Kristina’s aid was once again enlisted to slip under Asella’s arm and help her out of the room.
“Let’s use your car, Ms. Sharpe.”
Strictly speaking, neither Cordelia nor Kristina were supposed to be there right now. Harold and Francis had both objected to Cordelia’s insistence that they tagged along, Cordelia due to her injuries and Kristina because they didn’t want to drag an unaffiliated civilian along for a raid on a police safehouse. Kristina hadn’t seen any fault in their logic, but caved under Cordelia’s clear desperation to be reunited with Asella as quickly as humanly possible. She had volunteered to drive a second car under the promise that she would keep Cordelia at a safe distance until the fighting was over. The sedan they’d lent her for the trip was now parked a little bit away from the armored van the mafioso had used as an improvised battering ram.
Asella was helped into the backseat with Cordelia getting in beside her. Kristina got behind the wheel to follow the van back to the Prim Manor.
“Are you okay, Mistress?” she heard Cordelia quietly ask.
“I’m…” Asella’ voice petered out temporarily. “I’m okay. I’m okay…”
Silence fell on the car for a little bit after that. After a few minutes Kristina heard quiet sniffling come from behind her. The sniffles graduated into muffled sobs as time went on. She chose to keep her eyes on the road for the rest of the trip.
“We’re here,” Kristina announced, pulling into the garage.
“Thank you, Ms. Not a Police Officer.” Asella appeared to have regained some of her usual composure by the time they’d gotten back to the mansion. A small blush of embarrassment graced her cheeks and she seemed to be avoiding eye contact with Kristina after getting out of the car. “I beg you never speak of my unsightly display from earlier.”
“On that note, you should take a bit to freshen up in your room before you meet everybody. Because, uh… your make up happens to be running a little…”
“...I’ll do so.”
Kristina followed the pair to Asella’s room where she waited outside for Asella to fix her makeup and put on a new outfit, a simple black dress that reached down to her shins this time around. It wasn’t hard to figure out where to go from there. The shouting was loud enough Kristina was half convinced she probably could’ve heard it from the club she’d been partying at earlier.
“Unhand us this instant! This is unlawful detainment! Once I get out of here I’m throwing you all in in the slammer and tossing the keys in a metal shredder!” she heard a woman scream at the top of her lungs. Following the racket to its source led them to a side room. Inside were Harold and Francis looking down at a pair of naked women bound side by side to a large bed. The bed was massive enough for both to be tied up spread eagle with a little space left around them. One of them, Honoka, was screaming her head off in fury. Audrey appeared to be so terrified she’d clammed up.
“That sounds like a good reason for them to not let you go,” Kristina quipped as they entered the room. Honoka’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head.
“You! How could you!? You’re aiding and abetting criminals!” she screamed. “How on God’s green earth could you possibly side with the criminal scumbags who kidnapped you!?”
“Oh, that’s simple. They apologized.” The room went quiet. Kristina could feel everybody staring at her in disbelief. She jabbed her thumb back towards Asella. “I mean sure, she did it like a psychopathic crimelord trying to buy my silence, but at least she cared enough to try. That makes her way better than you. I didn’t realize it until after we were done talking, but you already knew from Audrey’s last check in that she tried throwing me under the bus to maintain her cover, didn’t you? You just didn’t care enough to even pretend to be sympathetic about it.”
Honoka’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly a couple times in shock. “That’s it…? That’s all this is? You interfered with a police operation because I DIDN’T FUCKING SAY SORRY TO YOU!?”
“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it. Spite is a great motivator when you know how to use it. That’s how I managed to swipe salutatorian out from under James Bennet’s nose.” Kristina’s expression soured at the memory. “Seriously, fuck that smarmy little sleazebag. And besides, from everything I’ve seen so far, you cops and these mafia guys aren’t any different. You’re all awful people who have no problem trampling over others as long as it’s convenient for you. I might as well stick with the side that has enough decency to try playing nice after the dust settles.”
She could hear one of the men snicker behind her and try to cover it up by transitioning into the least convincing coughing fit she’d ever heard. “She’d make a good mafioso,” Harold whispered to Francis. He was shushed in reply, though a glance over her shoulder let her know that Francis couldn’t hide his grin of amusement either.
This was a problem Kristina had her entire life. She’d been the vengeful sort ever since she was a small child. Whenever kids insulted her she’d kick them in the shins for it. If they threw rocks she’d throw bigger ones back harder. Returning tit for tat plus one came as naturally to her as breathing. As she’d grown up her parents had managed to cultivate a mindset in her that she needed to forgive and forget, just quietly accept that bad things happened sometimes and move on with her life instead of getting angry. All of those bad habits had come bubbling back to the surface when Asella invited her over for an opportunity to exact ticklish vengeance on Audrey for kickstarting this entire mess.
“Damn you!” Honoka raged. “You’re scum just like them. You want an apology? Fuck you! All you’re gonna get out of me is a one way trip to life in jail!”
“Oh, I’m not too concerned about that anymore,” said Kristina. She approached the bound, naked Honoka with her fingers wiggling threateningly in front of her. “Someone recently taught me a very good method for convincing uncooperative girls to tell me they’re sorry.”
“No. No! Get away from me!” Honoka cried. Kristina gently traced a single nail up the length of her foot from the middle of her arches up to the balls of her feet then back down to her heel. Honoka’s body stiffened in response.
“What are you all standing around for? Let’s make these girls sorry!” Kristina called over her shoulder. Her smile was bright, but to everyone else it looked downright twisted.
“I recognize you… You’re the one who beat me up!” Honoka had spent the entire exchange staring intently at Honoka. It wasn’t that Honoka was a beautiful naked Asian woman tied spread eagle to the bed, though Cordelia admittedly appreciated the view, it’s because her face looked familiar. Cordelia became more certain as she examined her. This was the police officer who’d taken so much joy out of giving her a beating during the mansion raid. Cordelia stepped up to join Kristina in dragging a nail across the length of Honoka’s foot, a look of irritation having come over her. “Don’t think I’m going to let you off easily for that!”
Audrey squawked with fear knowing full well what was in store for her seeing Asella stalk towards her. “Oh god no… Please. Please, no! I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t tickle me again! Anything but that!”
“You didn’t seem sorry when you thought I couldn’t escape!” Hopping onto the bed, she skittered her nails down Audrey’s smooth, vulnerable armpits to transform her pleading into splutters.
Francis and Harold shared a sheepish smile. Nominally they were going to tickle Honoka and Audrey as punishment for their attack on the mansion, but in reality they’d both been looking for an excuse to get in a good tickling again. That’s why they’d stripped the pair naked and tied them up before anyone else arrived. Having all of the girls beat them to it hadn’t been the plan. Not that they were necessarily complaining though.
“I’ll take Honoka. I gotta pay her back for everything she did to Cordelia,” said Harold.
“Guess I’ll help with Audrey then.”
Honoka grit her teeth in frustration. Having the pair of nails incessantly traveling up and down her soles was maddening. No matter how she twitched or flexed her feet the nails tracked her down to continue the teasing.
“Oh my, does that tickle? All we’re doing is moving our fingers up and down, up and down, up and down…” Kristina taunted.
“We haven’t even gotten started yet. It’s going to get a million times worse before we’re through with you,” threatened Cordelia.
Making matters worse was the taunting. Kristina’s words were drawing her attention back towards the tracing nails while Cordelia spun her up. Honoka did her best to keep up a stony countenance, but there wasn’t anything she could do to stop her feet and legs from twitching under the stimulation. Her annoyed glare down at the two girls was met with a glare back along with one of the most infuriating smiles she’d ever seen.
Feeling someone hop on the bed off to her side caught Honoka’s attention. Her eyes widened seeing Harold kneel at her sides on the mattress. His hands hovered over her exposed stomach threateningly. “Told you I’d return the favor,” said Harold.
Rather than skitter his nails across her waiting stomach like she expected, he took a page out of Kristina and Cordelia’s book to start off light. A single finger came down to lightly tap Honoka’s stomach, causing her to flinch. He waited a second before another finger came down. Each light tap sent a little jolt of ticklish electricity spidering out throughout Honoka’s stomach. In between every one he would wait for a little bit to let the anticipation build a little before striking with his finger again.
Honoka was left gritting her teeth in order to keep herself from giggling as much as because she was getting increasingly annoyed. “Cut that out. I’m serious, you won’t get away with this,” she growled. She refused to laugh. Her pride wouldn’t let her grant them the satisfaction.
Her resolve was strengthened by the pathetic display off to her side. Asella was toying with Audrey’s armpits to great effect. Her nails gently scratched in circles around the edges of Audrey’s pits. She’d stay to stroke the tops where they transitioned into the biceps before making her way around the outer rim down to the top of the ribs. There she’d stroke and rub for a little bit before making her way around the other side back up to the top. It was a pattern she’d found effective at breaking down Audrey before and was better than normal this time around. Even that light bit of teasing was enough to reduce Audrey into a giggling mess spluttering out desperate pleas for the mafia princess to let her go.
The last couple days had taught Audrey how much ticklish agony Asella was capable of putting her through. The thought of having to go through it all again, now at the hands of a thoroughly pissed off Asella out for revenge, terrified her. She was so spun up with fear of being tortured again that every ticklish touch felt infinitely worse. Giggles freely poured out of her lips as she threw away her pride to beg with everything she had.
“Noooohoho! Pleahase! I’m sohoHORRYeheheHAHAHAHahahaha!”
Those hopes were dashed by a pair of rough fingers wiggling at her soles. Audrey’s giggles turned into panicked laughter when her head whipped around to see Francis grinning up at her from between her legs. His fingers danced all over her helpless feet, following them around despite her best attempts to squirm away. The most she managed to achieve was maybe a second or two of safety before being subjected to more ticklish pokes and wiggling. Her begging grew more desperate than before out of terror over being gang tickled on top of everything else.
“It tickles, doesn’t it? I bet it must be SO hard to keep it all bottled up. You’ll feel better if you let it out, I promise.” Kristina teased. Sadistic urges were stirring inside of her watching Honoka flinch, twist, and jerk in a futile attempt to escape their combined teasing. It made her want to punish the bound cop more. Force her to laugh purely because she was putting up such a fight not to. The sole finger tracing all over Honoka’s wiggling foot was upgraded to all 5 gently scratching away. She kept up the pattern of rhythmically moving from the base of the toes down to the bottom of the heels and back up again, and was gratified to see Honoka jerk her entire leg back in response.
“Oh no, there’s no escape,” said Cordelia. She had stopped working over Honoka’s other foot in favor of hopping on the bed to straddle her legs. Her rump planted itself firmly on the shin of the leg Kristina was focusing on to pin it down and her hand seized the toes to hold them back, pulling the foot taut. Her other hand was put to work gently teasing the base of her toes. In between the two of them, Honoka now had to contend with 10 fingers working over her completely immobilized foot. Their combined teasing finally managed to wear through her mental defenses enough for the errant giggle to come out, though she still did her best to stifle them.
“Gehet off! I cahan’t seehehehe!” Honoka complained. The helplessness of her situation was killing her. Not being able to move her foot at all made the nails wandering all over her foot downright maddening with her inability to do anything about it. Her view being blocked by Cordelia’s back was similarly frustrating. Only being able to feel, not see, what the girls were doing to her made her all the more aware of every ticklish touch.
“You can always watch me,” Harold taunted. He took advantage of the situation to lean into his game from earlier. Honoka yelped and bucked her hips when all 10 of his fingers came down to skitter across her stomach for a second before lifting up again. Those fingers then hovered a couple centimeters away from her vulnerable flesh moving around over different parts of her tummy threatening to attack a different area. Again he struck to elicit out another gasp and spasm.
A grin spread across Harold’s face. After the third attack Honoka’s eyes were transfixed on his hands as the only source of ticklish stimulus she could see, warily watching for when he would strike next. He kept a keen eye on her expression and reactions. Whenever his fingers hovered over a bad spot she would instinctively flinch or her stomach sucked in. His fingers dove in to strike without fail every time she gave him an indication that he’d found a good spot to make her gasp and yelp.
“Cuhut thahat outhehehehe! Enohough. I saihid enough! Take yohour hands ohoff me yihihiahahaha!”
Harold’s game was filling Honoka with the urge to kick herself. Bad memories were surfacing of the one and only time she’d let Audrey tickle her just to see if it was as horrible as her victims claimed. Those 5 minutes had engraved into her memory where every bad spot on her stomach was thanks to Audrey ignoring her every order to stop in favor of ruthlessly hammering them until she was beside herself with laughter. It was impossible to keep herself from reacting whenever Harold’s fingers approached one of those spots even though she understood exactly what he was doing. Every time those rough fingers came back down she hated herself for being so weak that her own body betrayed her vulnerable spots like this. In between Cordelia and Kristina’s steadily working over her feet and the more intense sporadic tickling courtesy of Harold, it was becoming harder than ever to hold her laughter back.
“Stoohop! Stohop pleahase, Mihistress Asehehella hehehaHAHAHAHEHEHE! GyahahaHAHAHAHA!”
By this point, Audrey was quickly approaching being reduced to hysterics. Asella leaned forward with her head right above Audrey’s D-cup globes while wiggling her fingers inside the depths of her armpits. Watching Audrey’s attempts to twist her body away make those olive melons jiggle under her brought a smile to her lips. Not being able to hold herself back anymore, she stopped tickling briefly to grab one of the breasts with her hand and wrap her lips around the stiffened nipple.
Much to her delight, she was rewarded with a gasp escaping Audrey’s lips before breaking out into cackling and a fit of upper body bucking. Asella had known the entire time that Audrey had extra ticklish nipples, but it had never occurred to try this until Kristina had helped her realize she was potentially attracted to other women. Moving to straddle Audrey’s hips in order to pin her down, she leaned in to continue ticklishly devouring the nub in front of her. One hand held the breast still while the other alternated in random intervals between gently scratching at the underside and jumping over to skitter all over the other breast.
“Oohoho GOHOD HOHOhehehehAHAHAHAHA!’ STOHOP! Stohop ihit yihiHIHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Audrey was in hysterics. In addition to Asella’s attack on her breasts, she had to contend with Francis having broken out the feather set. He was making a game of testing out each individual feather and their quills on her toes. One hand pulled the big toe of her foot away from the rest to create space for him to drag the entire length of each feather across the sensitive webbing in between her toes. Each one got multiple passes at different speeds in search of the best reaction. Once he was done with that, the feather got flipped over to allow him to scratch the quill all over her big toe, across the base of her toes, and all over the arches he knew full well was one of the worst spots on her foot. This process was repeated for each of the 20 feathers in the box he had sitting on the bed next to her.
“Tell me which tickles the most, okay? If you don’t talk then I can’t get good data,” he stated over her shrieks of laughter. His voice was calm despite his nasty grin. He’d been too busy the last couple days to get to have much fun helping tickle torture Audrey. Getting to toy with her again like this was a blast.
Once all of the feathers had been exhausted, Francis moved on to repeat the entire process across every toe on both feet. To Audrey’s dismay, this wasn’t simply some cruel game as a transparent excuse to put all of the feathers to use. Francis spent the entire time making mental notes of which feathers got the most intense reactions from each spot. All of the feathers were stored the moment he was done outside of what had gotten him the best results, a pair of large eagle feathers lined with stiff bristles, a medium length duck feather hosting a particularly nasty quill that had made Audrey scream, and a softer down one that had caused her leg to tense up and spasm when fluttered with associated tittering across her arches, and focused the rest of his assault on her soles using those.
“Hey Cordelia, you continue here. I wanna do something,” said Kristina. Their combined teasing had continued apace this entire time. Honoka was giggling herself silly like a schoolgirl, but had yet to reach the point of being broken into full on laughter.
More importantly, the sight of two naked beauties tied side by side to a bed being tickled out of their minds was getting her painfully turned on. Her foot fetish reared its head the more aroused she became. A craving to worship their beautiful toes had been bubbling away inside of her at the same time she wanted to sadistically tickle them until both women’s pride was completely shattered. On the plus side, she could satisfy both at once. Kristina stopped focusing on the foot Cordelia was holding still in favor of making her way over to the other one. There she got down on her knees to give the wiggling foot a lick.
“Whahat was thahat ehehahahahaha!?” Honoka shrieked in confusion. Her attention was torn away from Harold’s game to stare wide eyed down at Kristina. What she saw was Kristina grinning at her before leaning back in to wrap her lips around Honoka’s toe. “Fuhuhuck! Stohohop! Gehet off! Gehet ohoff! Gehet heher off ohof mehehahaHAHAHAHAHA!”
Like she had done with Audrey, Kristina licked and nibbled at the toe, savoring in its taste and the way it futilely struggled inside of her mouth. Unlike with Audrey, Kristina had practice with using her tongue to tickle a girl out of her mind this time around. She knew how to moderate the pressure of her nibbling for maximum ticklish effect. Each pass of her tongue licking and wrapping around the toe was a little experiment in what Honoka hated the most. Every once in a while she would shift her licking over a little to lap at the webbing in between her toes as a sneak attack that left Honoka guessing what she would do next.
Her hands weren’t idle while her mouth was in use either. Her nails gently stroked, poked, wiggled, and scratched at the rest of the foot. When Honoka’s struggles grew too frantic for her liking she would use one hand to hold it still while the other went wild. Her face flushed with arousal from the combined pleasure of getting to suck on such well formed toes mixing with the resulting giggles and spluttered complaints it caused. Gasps and moans began to escape her lips as she continued tickling away.
“Wow…” Cordelia whispered aloud. A blush formed on her face seeing how turned on Kristina was getting. It also got her a little curious. Was using your mouth really that good a method of tickling? Scooting back a little to sit on Honoka’s thigh instead of her shins, she decided to give it a try herself. She leaned forward to wrap her lips around Honoka’s other big toe mimicking how she’d seen Kristina do it.
Admittedly, it hadn’t been possible to get a clear view of what exactly Kristina had been doing to Honoka’s other foot, but she could still improvise. Cordelia licked and gnawed away for a bit before settling on lapping with her tongue in between the toes as what got her the most giggling and struggling. The way she was sitting let her bring her hands into play in a different way as well. Both hands clasped Honoka’s foot by the side to hold it still while her fingers wrapped around to scratch at the arches and balls of the feet. In between her fingers and mouth, she found a pace she could work with that seemed to drive Honoka crazy.
“Stohop GYAHAhahahahAHAHAHA! STOHOP ithehehAHAHAHA! Please, noho moHOREHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The two of them working their way down Honoka’s toes is what ultimately pushed her over the edge into letting out full force peals of laughter. Her demands that they get away from her gave way to pleas for mercy and begging her ticklers to stop.
“Not a chance, polizia! You’re gonna suffer for everything you’ve done. We aren’t stopping until we’ve paid back everything you did to Signorina and Cordelia ten times over!” After seeing both girls start licking Honoka’s toes, Harold gave up on his teasing game in favor of going to town all over her stomach. He knew in his head that there were other places he could try exploring, but most of his experience with tickling thus far had been with Audrey, whose stomach and sides hadn’t been the least bit sensitive. Getting to focus on tummy tickles was still somewhat new and exciting for him.
Of particular interest to him was Honoka’s bellybutton. It was a surprising amount of fun for him to slip one of his big rough fingers in and swirl it around against the hypersensitive walls. Honoka let out a shriek of ticklish agony the first time he tried it that transformed into a steady stream of deep belly laughs. He found that dedicating one hand to the bellybutton while using the other to squeeze up and down the lengths of her sides got him the best result. Honoka progressively slipped further and further into hysterics as he mercilessly continued to tickle without granting her a single break for air.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit,” Asella teased. She’d taken the time to enjoy both of Audrey’s breasts and was on the lookout for where to tickle next. The fact that her stimulation of the woman’s chest combined with Francis’ continued exploitation of her ticklish toes had left Audrey sopping wet between the legs didn’t escape her notice. Asella’s mind flashed back to how Audrey had taken a great deal of pleasure out of mercilessly toying with her pussy when their situations had been reversed earlier today. The shame and humiliation of a woman she hated getting to touch her there brought forth an even stronger need for revenge.
“NOHOT THERE HEHEHAHAhahahaha! NOOOT THEHEHERE! GyahaAHAHAHA! AnyhiWHERE BUHut therehohohOHAHAHAHAHA!” Audrey broke out screaming the moment Asella’s long nails made contact with her pussy’s lips. She could feel the tips gently scratch away directly at her womanhood and the surrounding groin. A scream escaped her lips and she began frantically bucking with all the strength she had left. Asella ended up planting her butt on Audrey’s waist and pressing to hold her down to continue the assault on her nether regions.
Asella struck gold when her nails wandered down to the bit of skin between Audrey’s vagina and butt. An ear-splitting scream loud enough to make everybody stop and stare filled the room the moment her finger made contact. Asella swiped her nail against the area again just to be sure and was rewarded with the most panicked screams and energetic thrashing of the night. One bloodcurdling scream after another filled the room soon after. Not even Audrey had been aware that her hypersensitive perineum was the most ticklish spot on her body. It’d simply never occurred to anybody to try tickling her there before now. Asella relentlessly teased the area with her nails, only giving the spot a break on occasion so she could go back to toying with her victim’s pussy for a little bit before returning to make her scream again.
Audrey had lost all track of time. The only thing that mattered anymore was that it tickled. She screamed and howled with laughter, too hysterical by this point to beg for mercy anymore. She was left purely reacting to whatever Francis and Asella wanted to do to her, little more than a ticklish puppet for them to play with at their leisure.
“I’M SOHORRY YIHIHAHIHIHIAHAHAHA! I’m soRRYHEHAHAHAHAH! I’M SOHORRY! IHI’M SOHOrryhehehAHAHAHAHAHA!”
While Francis and Asella continued to toy with the overwhelmed Audrey, Honoka had been broken into complete hysterics by the combined efforts of Kristina, Cordelia, and Harold. At this point she was only capable of repeating apologies over and over in between bouts of hysterical laughter.
“Mmmm… I’m not buying it. You’re just saying that to make the tickles stop. I’m not gonna forgive you until you apologize for real!” Kristina sadistically dug her fingers into Honoka’s exposed armpits. After having her fill of both of Honoka’s feet she’d decided to have some fun exploring her upper body. She, Cordelia, and Harold had swapped sides. Harold was now positioned at Honoka’s feet putting the quills of some of Francis’ spare feathers to work by pretending to write all over her soles. Cordelia had spun around to continue where he’d left off on her tummy, sides, and hips, while Kristina wanted to have some fun with her armpits, breasts, and ribs.
“I’M SORRY HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Mhm. I’m sure.” Kristina’s fingers fluttered inside the depths of Honoka’s pits. The endless pleas and apologies were music to her ears. Her spiteful sadism wasn’t satisfied yet though. The tickles weren’t going to stop until there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Honoka was sorry to the furthest reaches of her soul.
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Kristina and the mafioso continued to torture the police officers until both of their victims passed out from exhaustion. Audrey had been the first to go, screaming herself hoarse until she went limp under Asella and Francis’ fingers. Honoka had to endure nearly half an hour of all 5 of them gang tickling her after that until she was also overwhelmed into losing consciousness.
The sun had fully risen by the time they were done. Francis, Harold, and Asella all individually stumbled back to their rooms while Cordelia showed Kristina back to her guest room. Each of them collapsed into their beds and fell asleep the moment their eyes closed.
Kristina ended up waking up a little after noon, less than 6 hours later. It wasn’t that she’d felt rested with that amount of sleep after having stayed up for an entire day and night. The window on the western wall of her room was at the perfect angle to shine a beam of light directly at where she was resting her head at this time of day. At first she tried resting an arm over her eyes and going back to sleep then burying her head under the pillow, but it was pointless. She was waking up more by the second. It was impossible to get back to sleep at this point.
Grumbling, she sat up. Unlike last time, there was no convenient hypercompetent butler to provide her a change of clothes and painkillers for her sleep deprivation headache. Kristina shuffled out of bed idly wondering if a place this ritzy even bothered with stocking energy drinks like C4 or Kickstart.
Stepping out into the hallway, she started wandering around trying to find the kitchen. Her aimless meandering somehow took her back to the foyer by sheer coincidence. There she ran into none other than Asella Prim watching the maids put the finishing touches on cleaning up the front entrance.
“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked as a greeting.
“I’ve never been able to sleep when it’s bright.”
“Ah. The sun got in my eyes. Now that I’m awake I can’t get back to sleep.”
“I hate it when that happens.”
As they chatted the maids gave the carpet a last once over before heading out to take care of other tasks, leaving the two of them alone. Kristina didn’t know what it was, but she felt comfortable standing next to Asella now. Maybe the mafia princess looked less imposing after having seen her become a wreck from being tickle tortured by Honoka and Audrey and listening to her cry the entire trip home. Maybe she’d gotten a confidence boost from having gotten one up on a pair of corrupt cops. Maybe getting 6 hours of sleep after having been awake for more than 24 hours straight had fried her brain and she was acting overly comfortable with the most dangerous woman she’d ever had to deal with. Most likely it was a combination of all of the above that she couldn’t begin to disentangle even if she wanted to.
“I’m planning on letting Honoka and Audrey go. I’ll have some men drive them back to the police station after things have settled down a little more,” Asella suddenly announced without any prompting.
“What, not gonna keep tickling them to set an example?”
“No. While I won’t deny taking joy out of getting revenge for taking advantage of my helplessness while in their captivity, it’s becoming apparent to me that all this is doing is engendering a back and forth that doesn’t benefit anybody. I’d much rather try to put a stop to it before I’m in bondage with nails hovering within an inch of my feet again.”
“Quit while you’re ahead. I can get behind that,” commented Kristina.
“Besides, I know you weren’t here for it, but it took a great deal of convincing to get my father to grant permission to keep Audrey for punishment the first time around. I have no doubt that attempting it with a second officer, and after I’d just been captured as a direct result of holding onto the first at that, would just enrage him into punishing me and assigning those two a more… irreversible sentence.”
Kristina grimaced. She somehow doubted whatever a crimelord like the head of the Prim Family came up with would be as sexy as being gang tickled by a bunch of pretty girls in maid outfits. An awkward silence formed between the two of them thinking about it.
“And, uh… What about me?” Kristina gathered up the courage to ask. Even if she was feeling more comfortable around Asella now, she was under no delusions that she was anything other than a civilian at the mercy of a crime family.
“That depends. I heard from Leonardo that you played an important role in my rescue, but haven’t been rewarded yet. I suppose that depends on what you want.”
Kristina thought about it briefly. Her mouth opened as if she was about to say something, then closed again. “No idea. I can’t think of anything,” she said after much deliberation.
“I’m surprised.”
“You kinda put me on the spot. I’m tired. Nothing comes to mind.”
“No, I’m surprised you didn’t immediately ask to be free of us. I was certain before I even opened my mouth that you would ask to never be forced to see a ‘psychopathic crimelord’ like me ever again.”
Kristina took Asella’s amused grin to mean she hadn’t taken the impromptu insult too personally. “Sorry about that,” she muttered while avoiding eye contact out of embarrassment.
“Don’t be. It was well warranted. And while that is front of mind…” Asella straightened herself out and turned to face Kristina directly and bowed to her. “Ms. Not a-... No. Kristina Sharpe, I would like to apologize for how you were treated when we first met. You had nothing to do with our conflict with the law and did not deserve any of the suffering we inflicted upon you for our amusement. I can only beg for your forgiveness.”
Hearing Asella’s apology and staring at her maintaining the bow, Kristina’s mind went blank. She was caught too flatfooted to know how to respond. Her hands frantically waved in front of her as she stammered out a reply. “H-hey, that’s too-. You have no-.” It took a little bit for her to settle down enough for her to realize what she really wanted to say. She took a deep breath to steady herself. “You’re forgiven.”
The apology alone wasn’t enough to make her forgive Asella just like the gifts earlier and listening to her crying after being tortured herself hadn’t, but put all of it together and Kristina found she couldn’t bring herself to be angry at the woman bowing to her over it anymore. Were they even? No, but Kristina was of the opinion that getting even and forgiving someone were two different things to begin with.
“Thank you.” Asella straightened herself out, using her hands to brush the hair that had fallen around her face back into place. She followed up in a much more casual tone. “I’m relieved. Part of me was afraid that you’d be all ‘I’ll forgive you when I’ve tickled an honest apology out of you’.”
“...that was an option?”
“Nope!” a tired smile played across Asella’s lips. “Honoka and Audrey were quite merciless with me back at their safehouse. I think it’ll be a while before I can gather enough courage to discover what it’s like to have your tongue worm its way in between my toes.” Kristina grumbled something about despising the police, turning Asella’s tired smile into a more amused one.
“Whelp, I think I’m gonna head out then,” said Kristina after the conversation petered out. She made a show of pulling out her phone to check the time. “The club I was gonna visit opens in a couple hours. I think I’m gonna get back to my hotel for a nap before heading over.”
“Alright. Have a good rest of your day, Kristina.”
“You too, Asella.” Kristina turned towards the corridor leading to the garage when an idea occurred to her. “Oh, and about my reward… I, uh… I don’t exactly have any friends who are into tickling, so I don’t mind if you call me here again. But for my reward, if you ever do call me up to tickle me again, then I get to tickle you back just as hard.”
Asella’s expression was completely blank for a couple seconds before breaking into a big smile. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said.
The pair bid farewell for real. Kristina headed down the corridors to retrieve her car from the garage. While she climbed inside and started up the engine, her free hand pulled up a certain song on her phone. Even though she still didn’t understand the lyrics, she found she liked it a lot more now.
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