MissBrendaT
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Nobody would ever expect that sweet, quiet, Faith Mercer was capable of petty revenge.
That the young girl in her early 20s held special telepathic powers.
Nobody would expect that she was able to manipulate time...to make people feel and experience anything she wanted with the power of her mind...
Long brown hair always tucked behind one ear. Big sweaters. Tote bags with little embroidered books on them. The kind of girlfriend who remembered birthdays, packed snacks for road trips, and listened when you talked about your fantasy football team even though she did not care.
Which is why Nate was absolutely stunned when she didn’t cry after finding out he’d been cheating on her with Vanessa Cole, One of Faiths old best friends.
Faith had distanced herself from Vanessa a while back because Vanessa was always in trouble and never seemed to care. A huge ego cause she never faced any real consequences due to her rich family bailing her out.
Vanessa, the 21 year old spray tanned crop top in winter, always holding an iced coffee even at 11 PM.
Faith found out accidentally seeing a reflection in a bar mirror behind an Instagram story.
Nate had posted a blurry video at Eclipse Lounge.
In the corner reflection, Vanessa sitting on his lap feeding him mozzarella sticks.
Classy.
Faith stared at the screenshot for a long time.
Then she quietly said to herself...
“Oh, that is unfortunate for everybody involved."
Three days later, Faith sat inside a police cruiser beside Officer Daniel Hunt.
Officer Hunt looked exactly like someone named Officer Hunt should look. Clean-cut. Calm voice. Square jaw. The type of cop that somehow ironed his uniform.
Faith found the young 27 year old officer cute.
Faith smiled politely as she adjusted the little “Ride Along Participant” badge clipped to her sweater.
“This is honestly fascinating,” she said.
Hunt glanced at her.
“You say that now. Give it twenty minutes.”
“Oh no,” Faith said. “I think tonight’s going to be very interesting.”
Hunt gave her a tiny side-eye.
Because ten minutes earlier, before they started patrol, Faith had quietly informed him that Vanessa Cole currently had an active warrant for failure to appear. And because Officer Hunt was annoyingly observant, he had also noticed the look on Faith’s face when she said the name.
Not anger.
Not sadness.
Calculation.
Twenty minutes later they spotted Vanessa stumbling out of McGinty’s Bar wearing silver boots and arguing with a bouncer who appeared to be throwing her out for rowdy behavior.
Officer Hunt checked the computer.
“Yep,” he said calmly. “That’s her.”
Faith folded her hands in her lap and a light smirk grew on her face.
Hunt pulled up beside Vanessa and rolled down the window.
“Evening, Vanessa.”
Vanessa froze.
“...Aw, come ON. FUCK.”
"You're under arrest" Officer hunt said as he got out to slap the cuffs on her.
She asked if she could use the restroom first because she really had to go but was declined.
Five minutes later she was in the back seat of the cruiser in handcuffs.
That’s when Faith’s little magical revenge spell kicked in.
Vanessa blinked. Shifted. Crossed her legs. Then uncrossed them.
“Oh God,” she muttered.
Faith looked innocently out the window.
Officer Hunt started driving.
At first Vanessa tried to play it cool.
“Whatever,” she scoffed from the back seat. “I’ll bond out in like an hour.”
“Mm-hm,” Hunt said.
Three minutes passed.
Vanessa shifted again.
“Hey, how far’s the jail?”
“Normally?” Hunt said.
“About twelve minutes.”
Vanessa relaxed slightly.
Then Hunt turned the cruiser away from downtown.
Faith tilted her head. “Oh? Wrong turn?”
Hunt sighed dramatically.
“Road construction.”
There was absolutely no road construction though.
Faith bit the inside of her cheek to stop smiling. She was gradually making the urge to pee more and more intense in Vanessa's bladder. All with the power of her mind.
On top of that, she was slowing time, Just for Vanessa.
For every minute driving, it felt like 10 minuets for Vanessa.
Ten more minutes passed.
Vanessa was now fully bouncing one knee.
“Officer, seriously,” she said. “I NEED to pee.”
“We’ll get there soon.”
Faith turned around sympathetically.
“Oh no. Is it bad?”
“Yes, it’s BAD.”
Faith nodded with fake concern.
“That’s terrible.”
Vanessa narrowed her eyes.
Something about Faith’s tone felt… familiar.
Then it hit her.
“WAIT.”
Faith smiled sweetly.
“Hi, Vanessa.”
Vanessa’s eyes widened.
She gasped loudly.
Officer Hunt suddenly became very interested in adjusting the radio so he wouldn’t laugh.
A train crossing came down ahead of them.
The longest train in human history began crawling past.
Vanessa began to seeat a bit, her legs shaking.
“You have GOT to be kidding me.”
Faith leaned toward the window.
“Oh wow. Look at all those cargo cars.”
Officer Hunt coughed into his fist to hide another smile. He and Faith were both on the same page.
By now Vanessa had abandoned all dignity.
She yelled. “Pull over somewhere NOW you fucking pig, This is why nobody likes the fucking cops.”
“Can’t do that while transporting,” Hunt replied professionally. “Policy.”
Vanessa began kicking the back of his seat.
"Hey stop that or your gonna get another charge." Hunt said.
“You know, Officer Hunt, I read somewhere bladder endurance can actually build character.”
Vanessa slammed her head gently against the divider.
“I hate both of you...." she said underwhelming breath.
Then Hunt slowed the cruiser again.
Vanessa gasped. Was the ride finally over?
“Oh thank GOD.”
But instead of parking, Hunt pointed casually out the windshield.
“Ducklings.”
A mother duck was crossing the road with babies behind her.
Faith put a hand over her heart. "Aww"
“Oh my goodness.”
Vanessa looked like she was about to explode.
“You are stopping for ducks?? Just plow them over. Just go!"
Officer Hunt spoke very calmly.
“Public safety is important.”
“You’re ENJOYING this.”
“No ma’am.”
He absolutely was. He and Faith were.
Another ten minutes.
Faith decided to try something new. She imagined tickle fingers digging at Vanessa's sides.
Vanessa's started jerking from side to side, laughing.
"What the fuck ahahhaha, what the fuck is that!"
Both Faith and the Officee acted like they couldn't hear her and continued to drive.
Faith had invisible hands dig into her pits, other hands scratching at the bottom of the soles of her smooth, soft, feet.
Vanessa squealed. She stomped her feet to try and get the scraping on her soles to stop.
She was jerking and flopping around the back seat. She then leaned forward tensing trying to keep her bladder in.
Vanessa thought, if only her hands were not cuffed...Then she could try to fight off the invisible tickling fingers.
Little did she know that wouldnt be possible.
Faith conjured in her mind a man and a woman sitting on either side of Vanessa while she sat in the middle seat cuffed.
They had her sandwiched in the middle and each dug at her sides.
Vanessa had a moxture of scream and crying laughter. Her body kept lunging foreard and slamming back.
Only Faith could see the people tickling her so Vanessa looked crazy.
The 2 invisible ticklers each pulled out feathers and began trailing them on her neck, in and around her ears.
Vanessa's head twisted and turned every which way.
The invisible man tickled firmly with both hands in her groin area.
The invisible woman slid her hand behind Vanessa's back.
She slid her hand down into her pants and pulled with ease Vanessa’spanties up into a very uncomfortable wedgie. .
A very irritating and frustrating feeling. Especially with time slowed, it felt like the stretch of the panties being pulled firmly up took forever.
Faith had the invisible tickling stop to lower her guard.
Vanessa leaned back briefly relieved.
That is when Faith had the woman ticklers hand press her belly button hard with a single finger and then tickles her stomach in general.
Vanessa screamed and then a wet spot began to grow on her pants. It grew and grew going down her legs.
Mascara went down her face, you wouldn't be able to tell if it was from being embarrassed from wetting herself, the tickling, or the rage she felt toward the nonchalant Faith and Officer
Officer Hunt barked out a laugh before catching himself. Faith giggled. Vanessa could definetly hear them and her blood boiled.
Conveniently the jail came into view right after.
When they arrived, Vanessa slid out of the cruiser. Her pants wet and smelling of pee. She left a wet area on the seat.
A female deputy hurried her inside while Vanessa yelled,
“Fuck both of you! I will get you for this!”
Faith watched her disappear through the doors.
Then she leaned back in her seat with a happy sigh.
Officer Hunt looked at her.
“So,” he said. “Feel better?”
Faith considered it.
Then she smiled.
“Honestly? Immensely.”
Hunt nodded approvingly.
“Petty but disciplined. Rare combination.”
“Thank you.”
He started the cruiser again.
“You know,” he said casually, “ride-alongs are open to the public anytime.....”
Faith smiled out the window.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Now Faith began to now plot her next revenge.....Nate had better watch out, She thought to herself.
Too mean? Haha 😅]
That the young girl in her early 20s held special telepathic powers.
Nobody would expect that she was able to manipulate time...to make people feel and experience anything she wanted with the power of her mind...
Long brown hair always tucked behind one ear. Big sweaters. Tote bags with little embroidered books on them. The kind of girlfriend who remembered birthdays, packed snacks for road trips, and listened when you talked about your fantasy football team even though she did not care.
Which is why Nate was absolutely stunned when she didn’t cry after finding out he’d been cheating on her with Vanessa Cole, One of Faiths old best friends.
Faith had distanced herself from Vanessa a while back because Vanessa was always in trouble and never seemed to care. A huge ego cause she never faced any real consequences due to her rich family bailing her out.
Vanessa, the 21 year old spray tanned crop top in winter, always holding an iced coffee even at 11 PM.
Faith found out accidentally seeing a reflection in a bar mirror behind an Instagram story.
Nate had posted a blurry video at Eclipse Lounge.
In the corner reflection, Vanessa sitting on his lap feeding him mozzarella sticks.
Classy.
Faith stared at the screenshot for a long time.
Then she quietly said to herself...
“Oh, that is unfortunate for everybody involved."
Three days later, Faith sat inside a police cruiser beside Officer Daniel Hunt.
Officer Hunt looked exactly like someone named Officer Hunt should look. Clean-cut. Calm voice. Square jaw. The type of cop that somehow ironed his uniform.
Faith found the young 27 year old officer cute.
Faith smiled politely as she adjusted the little “Ride Along Participant” badge clipped to her sweater.
“This is honestly fascinating,” she said.
Hunt glanced at her.
“You say that now. Give it twenty minutes.”
“Oh no,” Faith said. “I think tonight’s going to be very interesting.”
Hunt gave her a tiny side-eye.
Because ten minutes earlier, before they started patrol, Faith had quietly informed him that Vanessa Cole currently had an active warrant for failure to appear. And because Officer Hunt was annoyingly observant, he had also noticed the look on Faith’s face when she said the name.
Not anger.
Not sadness.
Calculation.
Twenty minutes later they spotted Vanessa stumbling out of McGinty’s Bar wearing silver boots and arguing with a bouncer who appeared to be throwing her out for rowdy behavior.
Officer Hunt checked the computer.
“Yep,” he said calmly. “That’s her.”
Faith folded her hands in her lap and a light smirk grew on her face.
Hunt pulled up beside Vanessa and rolled down the window.
“Evening, Vanessa.”
Vanessa froze.
“...Aw, come ON. FUCK.”
"You're under arrest" Officer hunt said as he got out to slap the cuffs on her.
She asked if she could use the restroom first because she really had to go but was declined.
Five minutes later she was in the back seat of the cruiser in handcuffs.
That’s when Faith’s little magical revenge spell kicked in.
Vanessa blinked. Shifted. Crossed her legs. Then uncrossed them.
“Oh God,” she muttered.
Faith looked innocently out the window.
Officer Hunt started driving.
At first Vanessa tried to play it cool.
“Whatever,” she scoffed from the back seat. “I’ll bond out in like an hour.”
“Mm-hm,” Hunt said.
Three minutes passed.
Vanessa shifted again.
“Hey, how far’s the jail?”
“Normally?” Hunt said.
“About twelve minutes.”
Vanessa relaxed slightly.
Then Hunt turned the cruiser away from downtown.
Faith tilted her head. “Oh? Wrong turn?”
Hunt sighed dramatically.
“Road construction.”
There was absolutely no road construction though.
Faith bit the inside of her cheek to stop smiling. She was gradually making the urge to pee more and more intense in Vanessa's bladder. All with the power of her mind.
On top of that, she was slowing time, Just for Vanessa.
For every minute driving, it felt like 10 minuets for Vanessa.
Ten more minutes passed.
Vanessa was now fully bouncing one knee.
“Officer, seriously,” she said. “I NEED to pee.”
“We’ll get there soon.”
Faith turned around sympathetically.
“Oh no. Is it bad?”
“Yes, it’s BAD.”
Faith nodded with fake concern.
“That’s terrible.”
Vanessa narrowed her eyes.
Something about Faith’s tone felt… familiar.
Then it hit her.
“WAIT.”
Faith smiled sweetly.
“Hi, Vanessa.”
Vanessa’s eyes widened.
She gasped loudly.
Officer Hunt suddenly became very interested in adjusting the radio so he wouldn’t laugh.
A train crossing came down ahead of them.
The longest train in human history began crawling past.
Vanessa began to seeat a bit, her legs shaking.
“You have GOT to be kidding me.”
Faith leaned toward the window.
“Oh wow. Look at all those cargo cars.”
Officer Hunt coughed into his fist to hide another smile. He and Faith were both on the same page.
By now Vanessa had abandoned all dignity.
She yelled. “Pull over somewhere NOW you fucking pig, This is why nobody likes the fucking cops.”
“Can’t do that while transporting,” Hunt replied professionally. “Policy.”
Vanessa began kicking the back of his seat.
"Hey stop that or your gonna get another charge." Hunt said.
“You know, Officer Hunt, I read somewhere bladder endurance can actually build character.”
Vanessa slammed her head gently against the divider.
“I hate both of you...." she said underwhelming breath.
Then Hunt slowed the cruiser again.
Vanessa gasped. Was the ride finally over?
“Oh thank GOD.”
But instead of parking, Hunt pointed casually out the windshield.
“Ducklings.”
A mother duck was crossing the road with babies behind her.
Faith put a hand over her heart. "Aww"
“Oh my goodness.”
Vanessa looked like she was about to explode.
“You are stopping for ducks?? Just plow them over. Just go!"
Officer Hunt spoke very calmly.
“Public safety is important.”
“You’re ENJOYING this.”
“No ma’am.”
He absolutely was. He and Faith were.
Another ten minutes.
Faith decided to try something new. She imagined tickle fingers digging at Vanessa's sides.
Vanessa's started jerking from side to side, laughing.
"What the fuck ahahhaha, what the fuck is that!"
Both Faith and the Officee acted like they couldn't hear her and continued to drive.
Faith had invisible hands dig into her pits, other hands scratching at the bottom of the soles of her smooth, soft, feet.
Vanessa squealed. She stomped her feet to try and get the scraping on her soles to stop.
She was jerking and flopping around the back seat. She then leaned forward tensing trying to keep her bladder in.
Vanessa thought, if only her hands were not cuffed...Then she could try to fight off the invisible tickling fingers.
Little did she know that wouldnt be possible.
Faith conjured in her mind a man and a woman sitting on either side of Vanessa while she sat in the middle seat cuffed.
They had her sandwiched in the middle and each dug at her sides.
Vanessa had a moxture of scream and crying laughter. Her body kept lunging foreard and slamming back.
Only Faith could see the people tickling her so Vanessa looked crazy.
The 2 invisible ticklers each pulled out feathers and began trailing them on her neck, in and around her ears.
Vanessa's head twisted and turned every which way.
The invisible man tickled firmly with both hands in her groin area.
The invisible woman slid her hand behind Vanessa's back.
She slid her hand down into her pants and pulled with ease Vanessa’spanties up into a very uncomfortable wedgie. .
A very irritating and frustrating feeling. Especially with time slowed, it felt like the stretch of the panties being pulled firmly up took forever.
Faith had the invisible tickling stop to lower her guard.
Vanessa leaned back briefly relieved.
That is when Faith had the woman ticklers hand press her belly button hard with a single finger and then tickles her stomach in general.
Vanessa screamed and then a wet spot began to grow on her pants. It grew and grew going down her legs.
Mascara went down her face, you wouldn't be able to tell if it was from being embarrassed from wetting herself, the tickling, or the rage she felt toward the nonchalant Faith and Officer
Officer Hunt barked out a laugh before catching himself. Faith giggled. Vanessa could definetly hear them and her blood boiled.
Conveniently the jail came into view right after.
When they arrived, Vanessa slid out of the cruiser. Her pants wet and smelling of pee. She left a wet area on the seat.
A female deputy hurried her inside while Vanessa yelled,
“Fuck both of you! I will get you for this!”
Faith watched her disappear through the doors.
Then she leaned back in her seat with a happy sigh.
Officer Hunt looked at her.
“So,” he said. “Feel better?”
Faith considered it.
Then she smiled.
“Honestly? Immensely.”
Hunt nodded approvingly.
“Petty but disciplined. Rare combination.”
“Thank you.”
He started the cruiser again.
“You know,” he said casually, “ride-alongs are open to the public anytime.....”
Faith smiled out the window.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Now Faith began to now plot her next revenge.....Nate had better watch out, She thought to herself.
Too mean? Haha 😅]
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