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09-04-2007, 09:47 AM
This is my first tickle story, and my mother language is not English so there may be some problems. Critisizm are welcome
This is a short story of a master spy going on mission with his student. It is about a war between the government and the republicans, and both enemies are spying on each other to find critical information to destroy each other.
I hope you enjoy
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‘Alright 002, you have been with the republican spy school for 3 years now and you have done a lot of training. I have assigned you for the next mission.’ Said Christine while looking down on some paper on the desk.
‘Thank you boss! But you think that I am trained enough to go on a mission?’ said 002 with an exciting tone.
She sat right up from her office chair and leaned close to 002 staring in his face, ‘You are damn right that you are not, that is why your master will go with you. But this will provide you with experience.’
002 was relieved when he heard that, nothing can go wrong while his master is around. 002 always had the deepest respect for his master, he had taught 002 everything in his job since he became a spy. Suddenly a man in tuxedo suit came in from the door, he was only a bit taller than 002 at 5 feet 9, but had a well built body. Putting on the tuxedo certainly made his status a level higher than everybody.
‘You are right on time 009, you are going with your kid’ Said Christine, but he only turned around and walked out of the office. ‘Alright kid, your objective is uploaded to your OPSAT computer on the arm of your spy suit, you will need to put your password in to view it. Any new information will be automatically uploaded to your OPSAT.’ Said Christine.
‘I know that.’ Said 002
‘Then what are you waiting for, your master is gone already. Oh…One more thing…What is your name again?’
‘My name is 002.’ He said with a smile and left.
Teacher and student were hanging in mid air of the dark sky by their parachutes. ‘Log into your OPSAT 002, and view your objectives.’ Shouted 009 in mid air.
002 touched the screen on his arm and the screen springed alive. It read ‘ENTER PASSWORD’. He typed A6300A. It read ‘AGENT IDENTIFIED 002’ It goes on further ‘YOUR OBJECTIVE: INFILTRATE ENEMY BASE;
HACK IN COMPUTER MAIN FRAME;
GET FILE DCS11200;
UPLOAD TO OPSAT;
GET OUT.’
Even before the OPSAT screen had time to shut off, 2 nets fired from the ground and caught the 2 of them. They started diving down like 1000tonne rocks as their parachutes were ruined. Just a foot above the ground they suddenly stopped falling, because the nets were attached to a crane. They see enemies closing in, masked men with assault rifles in hand.
‘Your knife!’ shouted the master.
002 remembers the knife he had and reaches for it, but even before a muscle moved he felt electric shocks all over his body from the net. And they both passed out.
When 002 waked up, he found himself standing up but at the same time strapped to a vertical metal table, like an X but arms bent a little. There were straps at his wrists, elbows, stomach, knees and ankles. He was definitely secured to the vertical metal table but his feet were touching the ground so he was standing up by his own legs. The metal floor felt cold and his body felt a breeze as he was stripped to only his boxers. He looked up after studying his position and there was a big glass window, it looked bullet proof and sound proof. Beyond the glass window was his master! He was in a sitting position with his feet locked in metal stocks facing the window and his hands tied above his head. He was shirtless, shoeless and sockless, but 002 couldn’t figure if he was wearing anything on his legs because the stocks were in the view. Next to his master was a man in the same position, but he looked bad. This person had the 2 big toes missing, his head was bleeding. But he was still moving. After 2 seconds 002 recognised him as 004 who has gone missing for 6 weeks and he is still alive!
‘He is still alive!’ 002 whispered to himself.
‘Not for long.’ A voice came from behind.
002 turned and saw a man in white lab coat from the reflection of the glass plain. ‘His partner has also died of even a more horrible death, but you spies are so tough.’ Said the man.
‘Stop now!’ 002 shouted. The man said ‘If you can tell us what we want then you and your colleagues can all go.’ But 002 just said fuck you. With this improper manner, the man switched on his shock stick and shocked 002. 002 only heard bizzzzz for a mere 3 seconds and was out cold.
009 was looking at his student across the room at the other side of the glass, but his mind was paying all the attention to the man next to himself as he shouts with pain when the torturer shocks his colleague with high voltage electricity. Suddenly everything stopped. ‘Damn it! Not again!’ the torturer grumbled. The white lab coat man walked in and asked what had happened. Torturer answered ‘He is dead, but I still can’t get anything out of him. They can with stand unlimited pain as if they don’t even feel it!’
‘You are useless!’ the lab coat man shouted in anger, ‘Clean up the mess and get out!’
The torturer quickly tidied and picked up the dead spy then backed out of the room.
‘Well, it looks like I have to take care of things myself.’ The man picked up 2 electrode pads from a trolley, and stuck 1 on 009’s right ribs. 009’s rib muscle cringed a little but the man didn’t take any notice of it. But when he was sticking the second electrode pad the other side of the ribs, he noticed 009 jumped again this time a bigger reaction. He noticed something was wrong and thought if what he was thinking is actually true, so he tested it. He touched 009’s left armpit with one finger, 009 jumped again! The man dug harder and descended his finger to his side. He noticed 009’s muscles tensed up and he was gritting his teeth.
‘Well, I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself to you yet. My name is Ken and I am the head of the information department for the government. My job is to gather as many information as possible and the best resource is from republican spies. Please tell me your name.’
009 remained silent and looked at his fainted student at the other side, avoiding eye contact from Ken.
‘Tell me, how long can you remain silent when you are tickled?’ Ken mocked him. Ken moved a stool and sat behind 009, and he raised his hands to just an inch away from 009’s armpits. 009 kept his cool but he was sweating inside and he knew this is bad news.
Without warning, Ken dug his fingers in the armpits and started wiggling. He moved his hands up and down the sides randomly. Ken knew his victim won’t hold on for long, he could see it in his twisted face. After 10 seconds of armpit and sides tickling 009 finally let out a small giggle, and as if Ken was talking this as the signal to step up the tickle, he did. Before long, Ken had 009 in a laughing frenzy. With Ken digging in the armpits, kneading at the ribs, spider walking on the stomach and sides, stroking his bare back.
‘HAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA! STAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!’ 009 laughed.
‘Tell me your name.’
‘FUUAAAAAAK YUAAAAAAAAAA!’
‘Such a shame that you can’t.’ Ken stopped the tickling not for him to take a break, but only to move to his stocked feet. ‘Oh, that is not a nice smell from your feet!’. Ken got a bar of soap from the trolley, used his left hand to hold the toes of his foot back and started lathering away his bare sole. This new sensation was maddeningly ticklish on his foot and 009 shrieked into mad laughter. Ken was enjoying himself but angry to himself as to why he hadn’t thought of this idea before, he would have enjoyed it even if he didn’t get any information out of them spies. Ken switched foot and started the same procedure again. After he had completely covered his victim’s feet in soap he picked a water hose, switched the head to a small beam of high power water jet. Ken aimed the hose at the right foot and turned on the water jet. As the water hits 009’s foot, the pressure of the water on his foot tickled him and made him laugh, good for him this new sensation was not as bad as the bar of soap. Ken made sure the jet washes between his toes too, this made 009 squirm is giggling and had him curling his toes trying to protect the sensitive area just under the toes. Ken was having so much fun but he stopped after all the soap was washed off, he went over to an intercom and talked into the mic ‘come in Joe and Jack, I have a new task for you.’
002 opened his eyes, he felt the breeze again.
‘Ahh! You are finally awake! Let me introduce myself, my name is Ken…….’ Even before Ken had finished his sentence he was interrupted. ‘Free us right now!’ ‘Oh no no no no…You are here because you and your colleague infiltrated my base, what is even more embarrassing is that the 2 of you were caught even before you touched the ground. Now you see your colleague over there?’
002 looked up at the window, his master was still there and not dead, not even a toe missing. But something was wrong, 2 men were tickling him. 1 was tickling his feet and the other tickling his armpits, this obviously bothered his master because he looked like he was laughing out his guts. There was a very quiet sound of laughing because the room was soundproofed. ‘We have tickled your colleague for 15 minutes now and he is very tough, all he told us was that his name is 009. You will tell me the reason why you are here right now and other things that I wish to know, or of course you can undergo the same torture your colleague is in now.’
‘Ha ha, are you joking with me? You think you can break us by tickling?’ 002 said in a mocking tone, he truly believes tickling is for kids and he had never doubt about his master would break by this silly tickling idea.
‘Well, too bad.’ With that, Ken switched the speaker on, and suddenly 009’s laughter could be heard on this side. ‘I hope this will keep you entertained.’ And then he walked out.
002 listened to his trainer laughing, it was very loud and sounded very distressful. Jack was tickling the master spy’s armpits, wiggling his fingers and spider walks on his torso, rubbing his nipples, sometimes he would tickle the spy’s ribs hard and fast and sometimes slow down. Joe was stroking the victim’s feet with a feather. Sometimes he would go up and down the entire sole, sometimes he would target at one place. The most effective method was sawing the feather between his toes, this made him buck around and made the loudest laughter. But when his toes were tickled he was most likely to wriggle his toes to avoid the feather so Joe would hold the toes back with one hand and tickle the area just under the toes. ‘HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!’ 009 laughed.
002 was watching without the slightest doubt that this method is totally useless. But as minutes pass, tears run down from his master’s face, sweat forming on his forehead, 002 starts to wonder if this tickling really is that unbearable. 20 minutes passed, by now Ken had joined in and he was kneading his thighs. Another few minutes passed and the master spy went limb and stopped laughing, because he passed out from exhaustion.
002 watched in amazement, he never thought being tickled would make a person faint. The 3 men left the room and came in to the spy trainee. ‘Wow! I never thought being tickled would make a person faint.’ Said Joe. Ken walked over to a control panel and pushed a button, the button that made 002’s metal table turn to horizontal. The 3 torturers brought out all kinds of tools. Joe took a bar of soap, Jack took a paint brush and blue paint, Ken took an electric tooth brush and started working on his feet. Joe would dip the soap in water and then slide it along the side and ribs to his armpits. Jack would paint his stomach and navel blue.
Their touches sent electric shocks through 002’s spine, he never thought it would tickle as much as he was feeling right then. 002 immediately bursted into hysterical laughter. ‘HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOOOOOAAAHAHAHA!!’ They would constantly stop and ask if their victim would tell them what it is the republicans want from the government, but 002 just ignored them and try to get his breath back. After about 30 minutes of maddening torture, he finally passed out like his master.
‘SSSSPSSSSP’ ‘Wake up, wake up!’ A voice woke 002 up, it was his trainer’s voice. He woke up and asked his master ‘Are you OK 009? Where are we now?’
009 answered ‘I don’t know, but we are in a new room. There is nothing to do so just wait. But whatever happens, you must hold on and not tell them anything at all.’
002 looked around and tried to move but couldn’t, not even his toes. They were in an empty room, but they were strapped to the floor, arms apart. Straps were at their wrists, elbows, stomach and each finger is strapped down too. Their feet were locked in wooden stocks bolted to the floor, strings tied around each toe and pulled back. They are nearly totally immobile on the floor with only their underpants on, only their heads could turn. One more thing they noticed was the sticky fluid covering their entire body from neck to toe, even their underpants, they didn’t think it was their own sweat from the previous encounter, but it smelled sweet.
A computer voice suddenly came saying ‘Please enter password’. And then an automatic door opened, in he came, it was Ken.
‘Right, since you both wouldn’t talk at all, I will leave you both with some cats to play. It is quite late in the evening and I gotta get some sleep. Oh one more thing, we have covered you both with honey from neck to toe, the cats may like it. Have fun!’ Then Ken left again.
There was nothing at all after Ken left the room, just silence. Then suddenly 002 heard some voice but couldn’t make out what it was, so he asked ‘Did you say something?’
‘No’
He heard it again, 009 heard it too. This time was loud and clear, it was a cat meowing. ‘Cats? What is that dude playing?’ 009 asked. He found out soon enough as a cat approached, it’s whiskers touched his foot as it took a sniff at the honey. ‘Heehehee’ just the touch of the whiskers on his sole made him giggle, and when the cat’s tongue touched his sole he bursted into hysterical laughter. ‘EEEEEKKK! IT TICKLES! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA! MAAAAKE IT STAAAAP!!’. Just as 009 had his first experience of a cat’s tongue on his foot, a whole bunch of cats came into the room from nowhere! About 10 of them! Soon the young spy joined in his master’s ticklish experience. This was worst than any other tickling than they had just received! They couldn’t curl their toes to protect their soles being licked, it wasn’t that their toes could protect them of course but it was very psychological. Some of the cats even licked the palms of their hands, none of them thought the palms were ticklish at all but it turned out very. Both of them lost in the merciless sea of cat’s tongues.
TO BE CONTINUED
This is a short story of a master spy going on mission with his student. It is about a war between the government and the republicans, and both enemies are spying on each other to find critical information to destroy each other.
I hope you enjoy
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‘Alright 002, you have been with the republican spy school for 3 years now and you have done a lot of training. I have assigned you for the next mission.’ Said Christine while looking down on some paper on the desk.
‘Thank you boss! But you think that I am trained enough to go on a mission?’ said 002 with an exciting tone.
She sat right up from her office chair and leaned close to 002 staring in his face, ‘You are damn right that you are not, that is why your master will go with you. But this will provide you with experience.’
002 was relieved when he heard that, nothing can go wrong while his master is around. 002 always had the deepest respect for his master, he had taught 002 everything in his job since he became a spy. Suddenly a man in tuxedo suit came in from the door, he was only a bit taller than 002 at 5 feet 9, but had a well built body. Putting on the tuxedo certainly made his status a level higher than everybody.
‘You are right on time 009, you are going with your kid’ Said Christine, but he only turned around and walked out of the office. ‘Alright kid, your objective is uploaded to your OPSAT computer on the arm of your spy suit, you will need to put your password in to view it. Any new information will be automatically uploaded to your OPSAT.’ Said Christine.
‘I know that.’ Said 002
‘Then what are you waiting for, your master is gone already. Oh…One more thing…What is your name again?’
‘My name is 002.’ He said with a smile and left.
Teacher and student were hanging in mid air of the dark sky by their parachutes. ‘Log into your OPSAT 002, and view your objectives.’ Shouted 009 in mid air.
002 touched the screen on his arm and the screen springed alive. It read ‘ENTER PASSWORD’. He typed A6300A. It read ‘AGENT IDENTIFIED 002’ It goes on further ‘YOUR OBJECTIVE: INFILTRATE ENEMY BASE;
HACK IN COMPUTER MAIN FRAME;
GET FILE DCS11200;
UPLOAD TO OPSAT;
GET OUT.’
Even before the OPSAT screen had time to shut off, 2 nets fired from the ground and caught the 2 of them. They started diving down like 1000tonne rocks as their parachutes were ruined. Just a foot above the ground they suddenly stopped falling, because the nets were attached to a crane. They see enemies closing in, masked men with assault rifles in hand.
‘Your knife!’ shouted the master.
002 remembers the knife he had and reaches for it, but even before a muscle moved he felt electric shocks all over his body from the net. And they both passed out.
When 002 waked up, he found himself standing up but at the same time strapped to a vertical metal table, like an X but arms bent a little. There were straps at his wrists, elbows, stomach, knees and ankles. He was definitely secured to the vertical metal table but his feet were touching the ground so he was standing up by his own legs. The metal floor felt cold and his body felt a breeze as he was stripped to only his boxers. He looked up after studying his position and there was a big glass window, it looked bullet proof and sound proof. Beyond the glass window was his master! He was in a sitting position with his feet locked in metal stocks facing the window and his hands tied above his head. He was shirtless, shoeless and sockless, but 002 couldn’t figure if he was wearing anything on his legs because the stocks were in the view. Next to his master was a man in the same position, but he looked bad. This person had the 2 big toes missing, his head was bleeding. But he was still moving. After 2 seconds 002 recognised him as 004 who has gone missing for 6 weeks and he is still alive!
‘He is still alive!’ 002 whispered to himself.
‘Not for long.’ A voice came from behind.
002 turned and saw a man in white lab coat from the reflection of the glass plain. ‘His partner has also died of even a more horrible death, but you spies are so tough.’ Said the man.
‘Stop now!’ 002 shouted. The man said ‘If you can tell us what we want then you and your colleagues can all go.’ But 002 just said fuck you. With this improper manner, the man switched on his shock stick and shocked 002. 002 only heard bizzzzz for a mere 3 seconds and was out cold.
009 was looking at his student across the room at the other side of the glass, but his mind was paying all the attention to the man next to himself as he shouts with pain when the torturer shocks his colleague with high voltage electricity. Suddenly everything stopped. ‘Damn it! Not again!’ the torturer grumbled. The white lab coat man walked in and asked what had happened. Torturer answered ‘He is dead, but I still can’t get anything out of him. They can with stand unlimited pain as if they don’t even feel it!’
‘You are useless!’ the lab coat man shouted in anger, ‘Clean up the mess and get out!’
The torturer quickly tidied and picked up the dead spy then backed out of the room.
‘Well, it looks like I have to take care of things myself.’ The man picked up 2 electrode pads from a trolley, and stuck 1 on 009’s right ribs. 009’s rib muscle cringed a little but the man didn’t take any notice of it. But when he was sticking the second electrode pad the other side of the ribs, he noticed 009 jumped again this time a bigger reaction. He noticed something was wrong and thought if what he was thinking is actually true, so he tested it. He touched 009’s left armpit with one finger, 009 jumped again! The man dug harder and descended his finger to his side. He noticed 009’s muscles tensed up and he was gritting his teeth.
‘Well, I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself to you yet. My name is Ken and I am the head of the information department for the government. My job is to gather as many information as possible and the best resource is from republican spies. Please tell me your name.’
009 remained silent and looked at his fainted student at the other side, avoiding eye contact from Ken.
‘Tell me, how long can you remain silent when you are tickled?’ Ken mocked him. Ken moved a stool and sat behind 009, and he raised his hands to just an inch away from 009’s armpits. 009 kept his cool but he was sweating inside and he knew this is bad news.
Without warning, Ken dug his fingers in the armpits and started wiggling. He moved his hands up and down the sides randomly. Ken knew his victim won’t hold on for long, he could see it in his twisted face. After 10 seconds of armpit and sides tickling 009 finally let out a small giggle, and as if Ken was talking this as the signal to step up the tickle, he did. Before long, Ken had 009 in a laughing frenzy. With Ken digging in the armpits, kneading at the ribs, spider walking on the stomach and sides, stroking his bare back.
‘HAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA! STAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!’ 009 laughed.
‘Tell me your name.’
‘FUUAAAAAAK YUAAAAAAAAAA!’
‘Such a shame that you can’t.’ Ken stopped the tickling not for him to take a break, but only to move to his stocked feet. ‘Oh, that is not a nice smell from your feet!’. Ken got a bar of soap from the trolley, used his left hand to hold the toes of his foot back and started lathering away his bare sole. This new sensation was maddeningly ticklish on his foot and 009 shrieked into mad laughter. Ken was enjoying himself but angry to himself as to why he hadn’t thought of this idea before, he would have enjoyed it even if he didn’t get any information out of them spies. Ken switched foot and started the same procedure again. After he had completely covered his victim’s feet in soap he picked a water hose, switched the head to a small beam of high power water jet. Ken aimed the hose at the right foot and turned on the water jet. As the water hits 009’s foot, the pressure of the water on his foot tickled him and made him laugh, good for him this new sensation was not as bad as the bar of soap. Ken made sure the jet washes between his toes too, this made 009 squirm is giggling and had him curling his toes trying to protect the sensitive area just under the toes. Ken was having so much fun but he stopped after all the soap was washed off, he went over to an intercom and talked into the mic ‘come in Joe and Jack, I have a new task for you.’
002 opened his eyes, he felt the breeze again.
‘Ahh! You are finally awake! Let me introduce myself, my name is Ken…….’ Even before Ken had finished his sentence he was interrupted. ‘Free us right now!’ ‘Oh no no no no…You are here because you and your colleague infiltrated my base, what is even more embarrassing is that the 2 of you were caught even before you touched the ground. Now you see your colleague over there?’
002 looked up at the window, his master was still there and not dead, not even a toe missing. But something was wrong, 2 men were tickling him. 1 was tickling his feet and the other tickling his armpits, this obviously bothered his master because he looked like he was laughing out his guts. There was a very quiet sound of laughing because the room was soundproofed. ‘We have tickled your colleague for 15 minutes now and he is very tough, all he told us was that his name is 009. You will tell me the reason why you are here right now and other things that I wish to know, or of course you can undergo the same torture your colleague is in now.’
‘Ha ha, are you joking with me? You think you can break us by tickling?’ 002 said in a mocking tone, he truly believes tickling is for kids and he had never doubt about his master would break by this silly tickling idea.
‘Well, too bad.’ With that, Ken switched the speaker on, and suddenly 009’s laughter could be heard on this side. ‘I hope this will keep you entertained.’ And then he walked out.
002 listened to his trainer laughing, it was very loud and sounded very distressful. Jack was tickling the master spy’s armpits, wiggling his fingers and spider walks on his torso, rubbing his nipples, sometimes he would tickle the spy’s ribs hard and fast and sometimes slow down. Joe was stroking the victim’s feet with a feather. Sometimes he would go up and down the entire sole, sometimes he would target at one place. The most effective method was sawing the feather between his toes, this made him buck around and made the loudest laughter. But when his toes were tickled he was most likely to wriggle his toes to avoid the feather so Joe would hold the toes back with one hand and tickle the area just under the toes. ‘HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!’ 009 laughed.
002 was watching without the slightest doubt that this method is totally useless. But as minutes pass, tears run down from his master’s face, sweat forming on his forehead, 002 starts to wonder if this tickling really is that unbearable. 20 minutes passed, by now Ken had joined in and he was kneading his thighs. Another few minutes passed and the master spy went limb and stopped laughing, because he passed out from exhaustion.
002 watched in amazement, he never thought being tickled would make a person faint. The 3 men left the room and came in to the spy trainee. ‘Wow! I never thought being tickled would make a person faint.’ Said Joe. Ken walked over to a control panel and pushed a button, the button that made 002’s metal table turn to horizontal. The 3 torturers brought out all kinds of tools. Joe took a bar of soap, Jack took a paint brush and blue paint, Ken took an electric tooth brush and started working on his feet. Joe would dip the soap in water and then slide it along the side and ribs to his armpits. Jack would paint his stomach and navel blue.
Their touches sent electric shocks through 002’s spine, he never thought it would tickle as much as he was feeling right then. 002 immediately bursted into hysterical laughter. ‘HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOOOOOAAAHAHAHA!!’ They would constantly stop and ask if their victim would tell them what it is the republicans want from the government, but 002 just ignored them and try to get his breath back. After about 30 minutes of maddening torture, he finally passed out like his master.
‘SSSSPSSSSP’ ‘Wake up, wake up!’ A voice woke 002 up, it was his trainer’s voice. He woke up and asked his master ‘Are you OK 009? Where are we now?’
009 answered ‘I don’t know, but we are in a new room. There is nothing to do so just wait. But whatever happens, you must hold on and not tell them anything at all.’
002 looked around and tried to move but couldn’t, not even his toes. They were in an empty room, but they were strapped to the floor, arms apart. Straps were at their wrists, elbows, stomach and each finger is strapped down too. Their feet were locked in wooden stocks bolted to the floor, strings tied around each toe and pulled back. They are nearly totally immobile on the floor with only their underpants on, only their heads could turn. One more thing they noticed was the sticky fluid covering their entire body from neck to toe, even their underpants, they didn’t think it was their own sweat from the previous encounter, but it smelled sweet.
A computer voice suddenly came saying ‘Please enter password’. And then an automatic door opened, in he came, it was Ken.
‘Right, since you both wouldn’t talk at all, I will leave you both with some cats to play. It is quite late in the evening and I gotta get some sleep. Oh one more thing, we have covered you both with honey from neck to toe, the cats may like it. Have fun!’ Then Ken left again.
There was nothing at all after Ken left the room, just silence. Then suddenly 002 heard some voice but couldn’t make out what it was, so he asked ‘Did you say something?’
‘No’
He heard it again, 009 heard it too. This time was loud and clear, it was a cat meowing. ‘Cats? What is that dude playing?’ 009 asked. He found out soon enough as a cat approached, it’s whiskers touched his foot as it took a sniff at the honey. ‘Heehehee’ just the touch of the whiskers on his sole made him giggle, and when the cat’s tongue touched his sole he bursted into hysterical laughter. ‘EEEEEKKK! IT TICKLES! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA! MAAAAKE IT STAAAAP!!’. Just as 009 had his first experience of a cat’s tongue on his foot, a whole bunch of cats came into the room from nowhere! About 10 of them! Soon the young spy joined in his master’s ticklish experience. This was worst than any other tickling than they had just received! They couldn’t curl their toes to protect their soles being licked, it wasn’t that their toes could protect them of course but it was very psychological. Some of the cats even licked the palms of their hands, none of them thought the palms were ticklish at all but it turned out very. Both of them lost in the merciless sea of cat’s tongues.
TO BE CONTINUED