Summer gulped and tried to hold her breath in, but feeling glad that for the moment she was the only one being targeted.
That meant that she could stop worrying about Mouse at least, and remind herself that she was doing the brave thing, so she was feeling kinda strong.
The woman slid the feather over her soles a few more times but seeing Summer's still happy (though sweating) face seemed to annoy her enough that she decided to change her tactics.
"Hmm, maybe if this isn't getting through to you fast enough. I think...
I'll let you guys have a few rounds with my partner Bernard."
She signaled for the large man to step closer. The feather was taken over and he waved it a few times with a broad grin.
The woman stepped back, smiled evilly and folded her arms
"I'm warning you girls - Bernard shows no mercy. If you want to get out of this now, I would if I were you. He always gets his answers. It's not even two months ago that he had a pair of girls just like you like this, and they sang like birds
once they tried out what he could do with just one feather, like that one."
"Oh don't worry Victoria" the man licked his lips. "A minute and they'll be BEGGING to have you back instead and to be allowed to tell me all of their secrets."
It's okay Summer, she thought, it's just some tickling.
What could be so bad about this Bernard, he's...
"WHATWHAT WHAT" she yelled out in surprise as the hard end of the feather started by hitting her pressure points.
The same feather was producing all kinds of new motions.
It felt good but it kinda tickled!
"Ehehe!" Summer giggled and blushed.
"Looks like you like this, how about this then."
The feather changed to teasing tickles all over the side.
The feather's tip was following the shape of the foot perfectly, caressing it like a long-lost friend never again leaving its side.
"NNNGH. Waiiit...heehnng" (smile)
She threw her head back and did not laugh.
"How about..."
He reached over and tried to squeeze her thighs.
"Wo-hoo-hoo! Ho-hoo!" Summer grinned and kicked.
"Victoria, help me out with this girl."
Summer bit her lips when an arm was forced over her head, and the man's partner dug her nails into her underarms.
"Hey no touchy." she begged. The woman raked her fingers over her supple skin.
"So, are you gonna tell us?"
Summer adjusted her position.
"No."
"Not gonna tell us huh.
Okay...
See how you like it when I go right under the toes."
Summer flinched hard when the base of her toes was touched.
"Ah! No! xD" She shut her eyes and shook her head to try to hold back the giggles.
Despite the situation, she was having a bit of fun. Holding back information from evil villains, this is what it all was about.
And she wouldn't admit it, but her feet liked the attention. The tickling wasn't so bad yet, and it was strange and thrilling to find out just what some nerves on her feet could do.
"Mmmgh. Couldn't you just massage them?" she sighed, trying not to buck too much when her sides, lower legs and toes were squeezed some more.
"Honey, you misunderstand us. This isn't a fun session, this is a questioning session."
Still displeased, the woman told her partner
"Bernard, continue. I'm going to go find something that can really tickle this girl."
"My pleasure."
The woman left the room and Summer sighed in relief, maybe with just one crook around she could finally think of an escape plan.
However just then, by pure accident, the feather found the soft part of her arches. It took all her reflexes to not to suddenly burst out roaring, but the sudden jump, "pff" and swollen cheeks were unmistakable.
Bernard tried it again.
"Ooh momm-"
...and again...and again...
"snkt snkt snkt Eeeeeeheheh eee!"
Bernard tried out a small toothbrush. Summer began bucking.
"Ooh yeah!" the older crook said as Summer's sole curled and uncurled and the little girl was jumping on her seat.
"So, you gonna tell us now?" he asked.
"Eeehehahahyah no."
"It's your funeral little girl! Come on! Just give it to us! Don't make us tickle your sister!"
"Noplease"