Now the Target will pay.

Dearly.

John Tick(le) has plied his craft for hours now, breaking this girl using heat, impact, tickling, and worst of all - *dging. The Associate who delivered her was unable to extract the time sensitive information so he activated Mr. Tick out of retirement who specializes in this sort of thing. His methods are methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.

Having finally broken the Target during her time with the Terror Totter technique, Mr. Tick needs the lesson to sink in: when asked a question you answer without hesitation and playing games.

Jacketed firmly to the chair, her arms wrapped to her body, she then has all movement of her legs removed, with the steel shanked leather sheaths buckling her in place. Individual stocks clamp her ankles still, and her big toes are bound backward, keeping them in place for the forthcoming s*ffering.

John Tick(le) now knows every inch of what strings to pull to get the desired reactions from the Target. This is no longer for information, its just a reminder.

Mr. Tick begins with p*in, to tenderize her once again for the tickling to come. Wielding a riding crop, he expertly applies bastinado followed by a pinwheel across her exposes soles for the first 4 minutes of this finale to the Interrogation of Lithie series.

She is then gagged on screen, her mouth wrapped tightly shut while her pretty eyes go wide, because much to her horror, a pair of wicked looking brushes affixed to robotic arms are situated exactly over her erogenous zone on each foot - her arch. Mr. Tick has learnt her well, and knows exactly how to bring her to the edge. The brushes activated, she is now in true desperation mode while oil is slathered on, being squirted directly from the bottle to her helpless bare feet while he taunts her, asking if she wants to talk now.

She’s already broken, why add to the cr*elty and act as though she isn’t more than willing to surrender the information.

Because John Tick(le) knows how to get in your head.

It gets worse.

The Associate has been sitting off to the side the entire time and is now invited on screen to assist *dging the Target. Each man mounts a leg, leaving her soles c*mpletely separated from her vision and unable to budge. What a mindfuck. Then it begins. The Associate, having worked the Target prior, knew how to edge her perfectly and conducts the exact moments to get her to the moment of climax - and cease.

Her frustration is incredible to watch, eventually leaving her screaming for release into her gagged face.

Wish granted.

The situation c*mpletely reverses and the men grant her wish.

Over. And over. And over. Now exhausted and begging for it to stop, they continue relentlessly, to the point that her eyes literally cross as its happening.

Broken and exhausted. She’s left in her b*ndage as the men walk off.

For now.

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