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Police Report #23986, New York City PD

The following tapes were recovered in a raid on a warehouse holding smuggled contraband. They were discovered in a separate box, containing around a dozen VHS tapes. Each was marked with a piece of tape and a name written in sharpie. Further investigation found that each name was connected to a missing persons case. Despite already being convicted for the other material, each suspect denied knowing the origin of said tapes and detectives believe they are being honest.

The tapes have been handed to Officer Jasmine Cross to watch and report back on what she finds.

Tape 1 - Melissa Smith

Tape depicts a woman matching Melissa’s description being tickled on her soles while bound to a bed frame by restraints. She seems in distress and physically exhausted, as if the film starts some time after her torture began. Neither the woman next to Melissa nor her tickler have been identified.

Tape 2 - Lexi Quinn

The second tapes shows a woman matching Lexi Quinn’s description with her feet locked in a pair of stocks. She is sat on a polka dotted couch as an unidentified woman is frantically tickling her soles with nails. Lexi’s face is stained with tears and she’s made multiple pleas to be released, stating “Stop! Stop! It’s been months, non-stop! Please, just give me a minute!” She was cut off as the tickler increased intensity, sending Lexi into a laughing fit and unable to speak.

The comment about the tickling going on for months is especially strange as Lexi only went missing a week ago.

Tape 3 - Jolene Holden

Tape 3 consists of a muscular woman believed to be missing bodybuilder and fitness influencer, Jolene Holden. She was bound by cuffs attached to chains and makeshift stocks as an unknown woman tickles her feet with a red feather. This is the first tape where the tickler spoke, repeatedly teasing Jolene with statements such as “You like it, don’t you?” and “You wanted this”.

It’s worth noting that Jolene also had an OnlyFans account where she frequently uploaded tickling content and even confessed to having a love for it herself. Her last post before her disappearance was stating that she managed to buy some extreme tickling tapes off the Dark Web and planned on telling her followers about what she saw.

After two hours, the tape ended with the tickler looking into the camera and saying “And you’ll like it too.”

Officer Cross admitted that she felt the woman was talking directly to her and even felt, for just a second, a tickle across her on foot as if a feather had stroked her sole.

Tape 4 - Eden Robertson and Lily Cole

Eden Robertson and Lily Cole disappeared two years ago. Both worked as clerks at an adult toy store when they disappeared. Texts on their phones indicate that they had found a VHS tape stashed among other products. They mentioned it had the name Samantha Walten, a woman whose name features on the final tape. This points to the conclusion that they witnessed these very tapes before disappearing on the same day.

The tape depicts two women buried in the sand, with only their feet and faces exposed. The background has no features hinting to the location of the beach and the identity of the ticklers cannot be confirmed. Both women are being tickled by fingers on their soles, sending them into a state of hysterics.

Throughout the video, the ticklers made strange comments that did not seem directed at the victims. Such phrases included “We know you’re watching. We see you.” and “You’ll learn to love it.”

Shortly after this, officer Cross found sand mysteriously appearing in her shoe with no means of entry.

Tape 5 - Willow Marks

Willow Marks worked as an exotic dancer as a means to pay her way through nursing school. She went missing six months ago while working at the strip club. According to coworkers, Willow was offered several hundred dollars by an unknown client who wished to rent a private session with Willow. Instead of a lap dance, however, the client asked her to simply view a video with him. The money was good enough for her to accept the odd request. Moments later, hysterical screams and laughter were heard inside the room. But when the door was forced open, the room was empty and both were missing. The tape was still playing but, to the shock of the coworkers, the tape showed Willow herself being tickled.

The tape depicts Willow in her dancer outfit, bound by chains and metallic stocks. A single feather glides up and down her soles - all the while, Willow pleads for mercy. Disturbingly, Willow repeatedly looks into the camera and shouts, “Run! They’re coming for you too!”

At this point, Officer Jasmine rewatched several of the previous tapes and was horrified to discover that they did not begin the same way as they did before but picked up with the victims already in middle of their torture. Fast forwarded revealed that each tape now went on for hours, seemingly without end. This led Jasmine to conclude that the videos are, impossible as it sounds, not finite but more like livestreams - allowing viewers to witness the torment as it is occurring. This led to the dark realization that the victims are possibly still suffering.

Disturbed but desperate for the truth, Jasmine proceeded to pop in the final tape.

Tape 6 - Samantha Walten

Samantha Walten was a reality state agent married to one Jackson Walten, who ran a store selling and renting VHS tapes. Among the tapes he sold were pornographic films, some of which were filmed by himself as he tickled local models. In several tapes, he mentions his deep passion for tickling and how much his fetish meant to him, as well as his frustration that his wife would not indulge him.

Both Samantha and Jackson disappeared October 10th, 1996, shortly after Samantha filed for divorce. It appeared that the divorce was brought on by her discovery and subsequent disgust of both her husband’s side business and fetish.

The tape opens with Samantha trapped in stocks as her husband, Jackson, taunts her. He states that she’s never leaving him and that what she’s about to receive is just punishment for filing for divorce. “You judged me. You thought I was disgusting. But now? You’re going to be in my videos. Forever.”

Despite her begging for mercy, Jackson began to vigorously tickle Samantha’s trapped feet. It appears Samantha was incredibly ticklish, as she immediately descended into pained laughter. At one point, he oiled her feet, which heightened her sensitivity. An hour into the tape, Samantha’s body gave out only to be awoken immediately with smelling salts and tickled again. The session lasted 4 hours before Samantha passed away due to asphyxiation.

Shortly after, though, the screen cut to static. A man, identified as Jackson by his voice, was holding a new pair of feet. The victim’s face could not be seen, though - only their soles.

“Did you like that?” Jackson asked, “All my life, I’ve loved making women laugh. And I don’t intend to stop. I’ll never stop. These tapes… they’re more than just tapes. They’re my collection. A private little Hell for pretty, ticklish girls. Like you, Jasmine. You watched the tapes. You’ve opened the door. And now, the curse will take you.”

Jackson then produced a feather and began to stroke it across the soles. Jasmine was horrified to realize that with each stroke of the feather on the screen, she felt it on her own soles in real life. She collapsed from the sudden tickles and had to fight against them to reach the tv. Upon ejecting the tape, the tickling ceased but Officer Cross was left shaken up.

She requested to be taken off the case, which was granted. Further, she would be taking a few days off to recuperate.

When she didn’t report in a week later, officers were sent to her home. It was found abandoned with no sign of Officer Cross. However, a VHS tape was found on her bed - it read “Jasmine Cross” on the side.

I have an excruciatingly ticklish victim completely mummified inside of a steel box with only their head and oiled feet sticking out of either side. The ankle hole is specially moulded to ensure the ankles are so immobile that it feels like their body is an extension of the metal. Each toe is tightly tied back to the box so their feet are stretched out almost painfully. Their head is supported by a small table with a metal strap made especially for them, to hold their forehead down with absolutely no room for movement in any direction. They are ball gagged tightly with tape over their mouth to top it off.

I pull up a chair right next to their head and make myself comfortable, they cant see me but they can hear me - and that's all I need. I would explain to them this:

I have hired two expert ticklers to torture your feet. I have offered them both 1 million dollars each, so long as they tickle your feet non-stop for as long as I say, and do not stop no matter what until I give them the instruction to do so. If they stop, they lose the money.

I would tell the tickers to begin and watch my victims poor eyes go wide and hear them scream into their gag. there are 10 sharp fingernails spidering all over each one of their completely helpless and sickingly ticklish feet - and there's not a single thing they can do about it. I watch their eyes widen and then squeeze shut, followed by the sound of their muffled screams. its fucking hell. The point in this is that I can focus all my energy on taunting them and putting them in a mental hell.

oh isn't this horrible? I know damn well this is the most terrible thing you have ever endured and you need it to stop so fucking badly, probably more than I'll ever know, but guess what? you cant stop it. you cant move. theres absolutely nothing you can do to stop this hellish feeling...but I can. As soon as I utter the words, my ticklers will stop tickling your feet, but the dark truth is that I am not going to do that. I want you to feel this, I love to know that you are experiencing this torture.

it would be especially hellish because they cant see me or the ticklers, they would forget that it's human beings that are tickling her feet and it would start to feel more like a machine because they are silent and out of view - just obeying to become rich because, who wouldnt? they dont give a fuck about the fact that what they're doing is causing severe distress.

I bet you wish you could speak to me, bargain with me, bargain with the ticklers, anything - but you can't. how does it feel to know for an absolute fact that this is going to continue? that there's nothing you can do? that there is someone as cruel as me, that would put you through this? I bet you wish you were dead instead of experiencing this hell. aww well..too bad.

You eat your breakfast as you watch the news, something like this has never happened before, and you know that today will be a busy day for you. This is confirmed when your phone rings, and your boss tells you that you need to come into work immediately.

You are a spy, and a decorated one at that, despite your young age. Nobody has forgotten when you spent six months befriending one of the most dangerous mob bosses in the world, and collected enough information for the military to make an arrest. Your name will always be known as one of the best spies your country has ever had. Which is why they instantly came to you to retrieve the lost goods.

You go into work, and into the office of your boss. They inform you that they have a suspect in the robbery. "Her name is Scarlet Rose, but all we know about her is that she goes to the Bishop Bar. She doesn't have any criminal record but she was around the facility at the time the objects were stolen"

"What objects have been stolen?" You ask, inquisitive as always.

"That's classified, so classified that they won't even tell me, but that's not your job. Your job is just to find out where they are, not retrieve them"

"Got it". You stare at the photo your boss hands you. This women is attractive, and definitely not the sort you'd imagine stealing from a government facility. Her black hair flows effortlessly perfect down her neck and her shoulders, her green eyes and long eyelashes match wonderfully against her skin.

The rest of the day goes as normal, but as night turns you put on your clothes that you go out in, professional but seductive was the guide to follow, as told to you by your boss, and headed out to the Bishop Bar. As you step through the door you see, at the table in the corner of the bar, Scarlet Rose. Sitting Alone. You go to the bar, order yourself a drink, and walk up to her table.

"You ok?" you ask her, looking her right in the eyes. As you do, a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Not really, my parents are in the hospital"

"That's horrible, I'm sorry" you respond, knowing now that this is your gateway into befriending her. You talk for hours about anything. From family to fears to each others love life. Before you know it, it's 1am and Scarlet stands up, signalling she wants to leave. You need to get her number, so that you can continue to get on her good side and progress the mission. As you think of what to say, Scarlet speaks.

"Do you want to come to my place and talk some more?"

Perfect! And it wasn't even you who asked, so it doesn't look like you wanted to push it this far. Needless to say, you agree and make you way to her house. She opens the door and you walk in, examining the living room. Nothing out of the ordinary, or anything to signal where the missing items are. She asks if you want to sit down and you oblige, sitting on the couch.

"Would you like a drink?" She asks you. You decline, as you can't be sure if it will be safe to drink, it may be drugged. You aren't stupid, and you won't be tricked so easily.

"Alright then, lets watch some TV" Scarlet sits down and presses the on button on the remote. The TV turns on, and the news is playing, talking about the robbery. You look at Scarlet, who seems very uncomfortable. Whilst watching the news, you hear a subtle hissing noise, you look around the room, trying to identify the source of the sound.

"Hold on" Scarlet says "let me check the boiler, I can hear a hissing noise" she leaves the living room and goes upstairs. You check she is gone, and once she is you look around. Looking under and peering behind every surface, opening every drawer, cabinet and wardrobe in the room. But as you look behind the TV, you start to feel very nauseous, and very dizzy. It makes you sit down, and you realise that something is wrong. You look at the stairs, and see Scarlet. But she is wearing a gas mask.

"I knew you wouldn't take a drink, so I used a gas instead"

'Of course, the hissing noise' you think. How could you have been so easily misled like this?

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"Wakey Wakey my little spy" You wake up tied to a table, your arms stretched and tied above your head on the table, your legs tied at your ankles, and your toes are tied back, leaving your feet completely immobile. All of your clothes have been removed, apart from your underwear, which you also have a Velcro strap on to tie you down further. You shake around, but not an inch of slack is given in the knots. You severely underestimated this woman, as this is one of the most secure binds you have been in throughout you career. Your forehead is also strapped down, leaving nothing to look at but the rusty ceiling, and Scarlet, who is peering down at you.

"Did you really think you could walk into the bar I visit so often, and know all of the customers of, and act like you belong, without me realising that you were planted to get me to tell you where those items are? well, yes, it was me who stole them, if it wasn't already quite apparent. Now, I need to know where the government stores their nuclear weapons". You don't speak, following your training to remain silent at all times

"Not talking? OK, I'll talk to myself. Do you have any idea what objects I stole?" You shift your eyes to meet hers. Scarlet takes a condescending gasp.

"Oh! you don't, do you? of course you don't. Your government won't tell you anything. And I won't either, but I'll show you". She pulls out a metal rod, roughly 30cm long, with what looks to be a barcode scanner at one end, with a button on It's handle. Scarlet presses the button and aims the rod at your body, a red laser hits your hands in a horizontal line. She moves the rod down your body so that the laser passes your head, down your chest, stomach and legs, and then down to your feet. Scarlet then individually scans the bottoms of both of your feet. She goes to a computer and clicks a few times with the mouse, but you are unsure what it is she is doing until she shows you a picture of a silhouette of a body and a pair of feet, on each part of the body there are different colours. The colours are yellow on the thighs and the soles of the feet, orange on the belly button and heels, and red on the stomach, armpits, hips, ribs and toes. You eyebrows furrow, you don't know what is going on.

"This is you" Scarlet tells you.

"Another item I stole was the table you are on right now, and hidden inside this table is a selection of tools which will aid me to help you understand what the silhouette means" You facial expression does not change, you are still just as confused as before. Scarlet looks at you, and presses a button on a remote, she removes the strap on your forehead and lets you look around. From within the table, a range of tools emerge. At your feet, you see electric flossers and brushes. At your armpits, you see paint rollers on the ends of spinning devices. And at your stomach you see robotic hands, some with nails on top of the stomach, and some without at you sides and hips. Scarlet moves up to your ribs.

"Where the red was on the silhouette are the places where you are the most ticklish"

Butterflies fill your stomach, and your breathing becomes jagged and panicked.

"Awww... is someone nervous? It's OK. If you tell me where to find the nuclear weapons the I won't press the begin button on this remote"

"I.... I don't know... They won't tell me" You respond, never before have you felt so helpless, tickling was never a form of torture you were warned about.

"10...9...8..." Scarlet counts, your heart begins to race.

"Seriously I don't know anything! I'm just a spy... they don't trust me with that sort of information in case I get captured"

"7...6...5..."

"My boss will know, Audrey Bosnik, You should go to her! Please don't do this!"

"4...3...2..."

"STOP! AUDREY LIVES ON 24 RADISH WAY, ACROSS FROM THE PRECINCT, SHE LEAVES A SPARE KEY IN A KEY SAFE BEHIND THE TRAMPOLINE, THE CODE IS 8473. PLEASE DON'T TICKLE ME!"

"Thank you" Scarlet responds "You've been very helpful". You take a deep breath, and calm yourself. You cracked, but you did what you had to do. Scarlet walks out of the room, leaving you restrained.

"Wait! Get me out!". Scarlet turns to look at you, and she presses the button on the remote.

"NOOOOOOOOOO" You scream, the machine makes a rumbling, start-up sound. She drops the remote on the floor and crushes it into pieces with her foot.

"Whoops..." She looks at you with a coy smile.

The Brushes make contact with your feet, the electric flossers move around your toes. The paint rollers spin into your armpits. Long-nailed, robotic hands gently caress your stomach, while hands without nails squeeze your sides and your hips. You buck and wiggle as much as you can, but the binds do not move. You are well and truly trapped, all you can do now, is laugh...

Curious little fingers that suddenly found their way under your arms.

The addicting quiet laughter that ensued after allowing them to enter the sensitive armpits seemed to interest them more.

At first it was bearable but they continued to persist.

Prodding, poking, pinching, stroking the soft ticklish skin again, and again, and again.

The sleeveless clothing only increased their exposure. Had you been wearing sleeves, then some of those techniques might have not been so maddening.

But that isnt the case, no is it. Now those pits are vulnerable to any type of technique under the sun.

As you try to allow the ticklers to touch where they want, your resistance to the ticklish sensation becomes lower and lower.

Your endurance begins to diminish as you begin trying to put your arms down and attempt to get the fingers to stop their torturous onslaught.

Monsters don’t hide under the bed..

But they do leave tickle traps behind 😈 or that’s what these little angels will argue.

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If you ask me? They seem PERFECTLY content right where they are.

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