No escape from tickling torment!

Sarge moves his hands to her sides and begins to tickle her.

Dee is shocked.
Dee is...very, very ticklish.

A boyfriend tickled her once.
Once.
A quick, albeit playful punch to the side put a stop to that.

How did Sarge know her weakness?

Let's just say that her Husband (would-be-ex-Husband) grazed her feet once in her sleep and she reacted strongly.
He remembered.
Sarge delivers.

He switches to her feet and she's even more sensitive there!

"Christ- you sound like you're about to lay an egg."
Dee can't control herself.
She can't escape.
She can't even move!

He tickles her mercilessly for several minutes and then stops.

"Look at me. Beg for this to stop."
She tries to beg through the gag.

"No."
More tickling.

"You want this to stop?"
She begs some more.
"Only one way to stop. Want to hear it?"
Dee nods as best she can.
"Ask me to finger you. To make you cum."

Dee is shocked!
No! Never!

More tickling...

She'll break soon.