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The Fury of Fenris

Rithwraith

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Greetings all. This story is best described as utterly experimental. I’m trying to juxtapose a tickling story with in-depth military science fiction and I can only guess as to whether I got either of them right. It’s very long winded, so if you’re not too bothered about the back-story, you might want to skip a way downwards.

Edit: Forgot to mention in the title, it's M/F.

It’s also a bit dark and a bit crude in places, but nothing too bad I don’t think.

P.S. To anyone waiting for the next chapter of Tickling Tales of the Sword Coast, sorry for the wait. Essays and a nasty cold, (and the recent purchase of the Elder Scrolls 3 if I’m honest) have stood in the way. A new chapter is in the works and I’ll try and get it uploaded soon.

Anyhoo…

The Fury of Fenris

Chapter One

Ship’s Log – FFBB Queen Kay IV
Captain Logan Davis
December 20th 2232


Perhaps I owe Prefect Bruckheimer an apology. I mean true enough, he’s spent the better part of the last four years squeezing the breathe from every colonised world and orbital habitat in the Fenris Sector, true enough he’s spent the last two years sending his minions to kill me, and true enough those rumours about his personal harem are probably, well, true enough.

In spite of all that though, the man has still seen fit to give me and my crew a Christmas present. Or perhaps I should say that we have seen fit to take from him a Christmas present, specifically his infamous daughter, or one of them anyway. I think her name’s Hannah. I could be wrong though, I can’t say that learning the names of Bruckheimer’s hedonistic offspring was ever high on my to-do list.

A well guarded convoy is heading from the Imperial fort on Turcotte’s Star to the Starport at Innere Stärke, for what purpose God only knows. She’s probably being ferried there for some bloody opening ceremony or pointless social event that the beleaguered taxpayers are paying for.

My fleet shall seize this convoy as it stops to let its engines breathe at the Torrent Fringes. If all goes well then, with the assistance of the Prefect’s daughter, we shall make a rather interesting message for her father. My sincerest hope is that we’ll outrage the tyrannical old bastard into cardiac arrest. Might just end the war.

Rest assured I don’t actually believe that. But it’ll be good for morale I have little doubt. Hannah Bruckheimer is hardly beloved amongst my crew, nor anyone in this sector nor anyone in the Empire, save for whatever males find their way betwixt her bed sheets. Dagger’s Dungeon will be just the change of scenery she needs.

I know it all sounds crude, but if we pull this off then it’ll bode well for the entire sector.


1400 hours, 20/12/32
FFWS Queen Kay IV, Command Deck.
Directly astern of the Imperial Convoy.


“Scans confirm our intelligence report sir.” Lieutenant Hailey Oman, the Queen’s tactical officer said briskly, “One heavy cruiser, two destroyers and six gunboats. All of them are arranged in a defensive posture around the luxury liner, all ships FTL drives are powered down for recharging.”

Captain Davis nodded his acknowledgement and pushed himself out of the command chair.
“Have they seen us?”
“I’d be amazed if they hadn’t sir.”
“Right then, Bow missile batteries, target the cruiser’s primary engine and manoeuvring thrusters, fire when ready.”
“Aye Captain.” Commander Valerie Gardner, the ship’s first officer said quickly before opening a com channel to the torpedo bay, “Bow torpedoes, target the enemy cruiser’s engines, fire when ready.”

Seven seconds later, four torpedoes shot forth from the Kay’s bow and tore towards their target. The defensive flak fire from the cruiser was slow in coming and succeeded in destroying only one of the incoming warheads. The remaining three reduced the massive engine at the rear of the Pike class cruiser to a charred mass of cinders.

“Enemy cruiser is immobile sir.” Oman reported, “She’s down to manoeuvring thrusters only.”
“Bank to port helm.” Gardner added quickly, “Don’t let her get a good broadside.”
“Status on enemy destroyers and gunboats?” Logan asked.
“Destroyers are coming about sir. Looks like they’re going to try and swing over the top of the liner and give us a slanted broadside each. I estimate they’ll be able to fire in thirteen minutes. Only one of the enemy gunboats has locked their weapons on us, it looks like they’re going to wait and see how their bigger hitters fare.”

Logan nodded, this was pretty much what he’d expected. On their own the gunboats were no threat whatsoever. They were mainly used to destroy enemy turrets and torpedo tubes and even then only when hostile ships had lost shields. One was certainly no threat.

“Order the Raven and the Lionheart forward, have them target their port and ventral missile batteries on the destroyers’ engines, and have them set their remaining torpedoes to burst-decoy mode.”

Burst-torpedoes were an innovation of the engineer-wizard Henry Calhoun of Fort Asguard, Logan’s ‘pirate stronghold’, as the news services were fond of describing it. They were designed to emit concussion waves to shake enemy ships and demoralise crews without causing either significant damage to enemy vessels nor killing anyone aboard, at least as much as such a thing was possible in this day and age.

The last thing that either Logan Davis or the Archon Free World’s Confederacy wanted was to kill their own people.”

“Captain!” Oman shouted, “The portside destroyer has jumped to maximum acceleration! They’re retreating!”

A short cheer went up from the command deck. This was hardly an uncommon occurrence. The imperial navy in this region were almost all born and raised in the Fenris sector, they all knew what Prefect Bruckheimer was doing to their home worlds and a lot of them were sympathetic to Davis’ rebellion.

“It looks like they’re taking three gunboat escorts with them.”
“Message in clear from the retreating destroyer Captain.” Ensign José ‘Spindly’ Perez half shouted, despite the quiet of the bridge. “They identify themselves as the IDD Green Knight. Their Captain says they will wait for us at the system’s seventh planet and follow us back to Asgard. They also have some unfriendly requests regarding what’s her face.”
“Signal our acknowledgement of the message and my personal thanks.” Davis responded, “Status of the second destroyer?”
“They’ll be ready to fire in thirty seven seconds sir.” Oman responded.
“Status of our torpedo boats?”
“They’re having to compensate for the change in circumstance sir.” Perez responded five seconds later, “They say they’ll still beat the destroyer to it.”
“Tell them to fire when ready Ensign.”
“Yes sir.”

Normally Logan enjoyed giving the order to fire himself, but there wasn’t time for that now.
“Tactical, lock precision lasers on enemy gun ports and missile batteries. Helm, close to beam weapon range. Commander, have our flak turrets ready to fire.”
“Understood sir.” All three officers replied at once before setting to their tasks.
“Four more gunboats look like they’re turning and running sir.” Oman then added quickly.
“Ignore the gunboats until that Destroyer is neutralised.” He replied, “Status on the cruiser?”
“Out of range by a long shot sir.” Jonah Heinrichs, the helmsman reported, “She’s no threat.”
“Torpedo boats firing sir.” Gardner reported.

For a moment the forward view at the front of the Command deck was blanked out by the white trails of over a hundred low yield torpedoes. These trails dissipated quickly in the vacuum however and the corvine image of the tenacious enemy destroyer, which was now noticeably in weapon’s range, returned.

“Beam range achieved Captain.” Oman said loudly.
“Open fire all turrets, target any…”
“Captain!” Perez shouted, “Incoming transmission from the destroyer. They’re surrendering sir. They report they’re evacuating their engine room and powering down their weapons. They’ll lower their shields as soon as the torpedoes have finished bombarding them.”

There were a lot of torpedoes, Logan thought distantly, that may take a while.
“Com, signal our acknowledgement. Helm, bring us about and keep our port broadside on them. If they make any move they shouldn’t, fire a warning shot into their starboard wing.”
“Understood sir.”
“Status on remaining gunboats and liner tactical?”
“Remaining gunboats are either holding steady or following the deserting destroyer sir. The liner is trying to position itself within the cruiser’s missile blanket. Their top sub-light speed is nothing to shout about though sir, we can pull them in without trouble.”
“Lock number three Reaver cannon onto their primary engine, tear it off.”
“Yes sir.” Commander Gardner responded, “Reaver three, lock onto the liner’s engine, fire on the Captain’s command.”
“On Captain’s command, aye.” Came a muffled voice from the com system, there was a moment’s pause from the other end before they finally added, “Lock acquired Command deck.”
“Fire!” Logan shouted loudly at the small microphone in Gardner’ hand.

A singular bright orange flash shone briefly on the screen, and the next thing anyone on either the Kay or the liner knew, the latter ship was adrift, trailing flame and engine debris behind her. No bodies though to Logan’s relief. The cruiser trying desperately to get a shot at the vastly more powerful battleship it faced was going to be of no help.

“Prepare grappling magnets, we’ll pull it clear of the battle zone.”
“Yes sir.” Oman said.
“Com, open a channel to all remaining enemy vessels. Tell them that unless it is their intention to engage us, they are to hold their ground or join their fellows at the Green Knight’s rendezvous coordinates. Any ship that pursues will be considered hostile and destroyed.”
“Destroyed sir?”
“They won’t risk it José,” Logan said, calmer now that the fleet engagement seemed to be subsiding.
“Very well sir.” Perez responded before inhaling once sharply and relaying the Captain’s message to the havoc stricken ships nearby.”

“Commander Gardner, prepare a boarding party and meet me in the shuttle bay in five minutes.”
“Very good Captain.” Gardner tried to sound dutiful, but she couldn’t quite keep the note of hungry anticipation out of her voice.

Fifteen Minutes Later
Marine Boarding Craft in FFWS Queen Kay IV Hanger bay


From a tactical point of view, having both the ship’s Captain (and also the leader of the Fenris Free World’s Confederacy), as well as the first officer forming part of the boarding party tasked with seizing a doubtlessly well guarded prize was more than just a little stupid. The sad truth was however that a lot of the Confederacy’s success, specifically the frequent defections from enemy troops and vessels, was largely the result of his somewhat overblown reputation.

This reputation was born of feats such as the absconding of over two hundred civilian convicts from the supposedly impregnable asteroid fortress of Dis, these people had been sentenced to death for little more than protesting the new taxations, trade restrictions and the introduction of conscription which had all but crippled the livelihoods of countless families throughout the sector.

Another good example was the tale of how he single headedly fought his way through over a hundred CPE personnel on the riot-torn streets of Jeu d’espirit where he had been preaching the message of the revolution.

Neither of these stories were lies, but they had been passed from person to person so many times that embellishments and little exaggerations had twisted them into, quite literally, the stuff of legends. This legend had to be maintained, which meant that people on both sides had to tell stories, stories involving him at that.

In truth, over half of Dis’ population were violently opposed to the idea of executing innocent civilians and had instead gone into open mutiny, many of whom helped to ferry the civilians into lifeboats and maintenance shuttles, all of which charged at full speed towards the ’Queen which still troubling itself with the destruction of the surrounding defence platforms when the first of the fleeing vessels started requested emergency landing clearance.

It had been a similar story on Jeu d’espirit. After Logan had stirred up the already restless and resentful citizens of the capitol city Lefevre’s Haven, a number of young hotheads gleefully flung themselves at the armoured Civilian Police Enforcers with little more than tooth and forehead. One thing lead to another and before anyone could say ‘whoops’ there was a riot engulfing half the commercial sector. He had fought his way free with the help of half the planet rather than single headedly as some would have you believe.

That world was now one of the primary voices in support of the Confederacy. Since it was still technically an Imperial world, Prefect Bruckheimer couldn’t crush out the voice of rebellion through the aid of orbital bombardment as he would most certainly like, but under his governance famine, unemployment and homelessness were rising drastically each month. The Confederacy did what it could to assist, but it wouldn’t be until Bruckheimer’s bloated corpse hung from a dockyard crane, until his retainer the false King Stephen IXX was torn from the throne of the Second United Imperium and the rightful ruler, Queen Kay IV, took his place.

Rumour had it that the Queen was hiding somewhere in the distant Centauri sector, and when Fenris was liberated they could go looking for her, but first things first, they had a decadent whelp to make off with.

It had been almost three months since his last boarding action. Thankfully he was not short on experience in this field, having started his career in both the Imperial Navy and the Free Worlds Confederacy as a marine Colonel. His platoon’s success in eliminating the sycophantic toady Duke Norman of planet Excalibur, known to have wilfully hung fifteen political opponents for falsified charges simply because Bruckheimer had told him to.

This victory, one of the only victories that the Confederacy could claim in the early-most days of rebellion, coupled with the (then) rebel leader Walton Pole’s disastrous assault on the 5th Fenris fleet, which lost the Confederacy half its fleet, led to Pole’s removal from his leadership role and the almost unanimous appointment of the newly revered Colonel Davis to the role of future liberator of Fenris sector, and then all of humanity. The reasoning of the rebels being that this guy had won once, so he’d at least do a better job than the last bloke. Pirate politics at its finest.

The boarding craft launched with the familiar sharp jolt that almost prised out the stomachs of everyone inside. The liner was adrift and defenceless. It’s captain had been warned in no uncertain terms what would happen if he or she opened fire on the transport and had also been advised to have the Prefect’s daughter ready and waiting in the hanger. They had opted not to respond.

“Should be a cakewalk.” Commander Gardner said jovially as the transport sped towards the liner’s open hanger, earning a round of irate glares and mutters from the other ten marines. She was always saying that, if only to rattle the more superstitious members of the team.

Though he was ever reluctant to tempt the fates, Logan couldn’t help but agree with his enthusiastic E.O. Any defenders onboard the transport would likely be inexperienced members of a civilian protection guild, they would already be unnerved by the damage their ship had taken and it was highly unlikely that any of them would go too far out of their way to protect a spoilt wretch like Hannah. More than a few might even defect.

“Coming up on the docking bay now sirs and ma’ams.” The pilot reported from the cabin up front, “looks empty.”

That, Logan thought distantly, seemed to take no time at all. That was probably a bad omen.

“Alright,” Logan said, wanting to stand but finding himself restricted by his safety harness, “take her in. Keep turrets pointed at all entrances to the bay, stun force only. Try not to shoot us when we get back.”
“I’ll try not to sir.”

With their guns at the ready and their eyes scanning ever conceivable ambush point, the Fenris marines made their way from the shuttle and arranged themselves in a makeshift circular holding pattern around the shuttle. The hanger looked like it had been abandoned in a hurry.

“I’m on point.” Logan said reluctantly, knowing that he had to keep up the appearance of a heroic leader until such time as it finally got him killed. In a matter of seconds his marines had assembled behind him and they were making their way to the door.

What seemed ready to become a violent struggle to their target’s hideaway came to a rather anticlimactic end however, as not halfway to the door three of the crew cautiously stepped to the hanger, dragging with them a bound figure with a bag over her head, her long blonde hair was falling from it. It appeared that the crew had felt little reason to fight for the Prefect’s daughter after all. That wasn’t much of a surprise to Logan, by all accounts she wasn’t exactly one to inspire love or loyalty from those around her.

The two sides edged towards each other carefully. All three of the ships crew were armed, and everyone was keeping their weapons pointed at the deck, trying not to provoke the other side but at the same time keeping them ready should something unfortunate happen.

When they finally got close Logan decided to speak up.

“You might have told us you were going to surrender her.” He said to the central officer in the civilian-Captain’s uniform. The look on the fifty something African American face was not a pleasant one it had to be said.

“You might have given us the option.” He sneered back, “Our first thought was that you were trying for an assassination.”
“We’re not in the habit of killing our own people.” Commander Gardner shot back, “The stories, and the fact that there are a lot of people to tell the stories, speak for themselves.”
“Your stories say one thing,” The liner’s CO replied, “Propaganda says another and frankly I don’t care. Just take her, and get off my ship.”
“When Prefect Bruckheimer finds out that you lost his daughter he’s going to take it out on you.” Logan said flatly, trying not to think about the tragic necessity of his actions, and their repercussions.
“We’ll get a pair of gunboats to pull us to a Faikja Free-trade starport. From there we’ll make our own way.”
“You can always come with us.” Gardner offered.
“I don’t think so. Don’t get me wrong, I won’t be sorry to see Bruckheimer’s head hanging from a flagpole, I just don’t want to get my ship or my crew killed before I can see it.”
“Suit yourself.” Logan said, “Good luck to you.”
“And you.” He replied reluctantly, grasping the muttering nineteen year old with both hands and flinging her to the waiting arms of a Fenris marine.

“Marines,” Logan said, “back to the ship.”

With two men holding the wriggling form of Hannah Bruckheimer, who was at that time screaming assorted oaths and expletives through her gag, the boarding party made good their return to the ‘Kay.

A Day Later
Dagger’s Dungeon, Fort Fang
Concealed within the Mescal Nebular Cluster


The room was dark and cold, doubly so for Hannah who had the distinct misfortune to not be wearing anything. Goosebumps covered the length of her body and with her hands bound over her head she could not so much as rub them away.

They’d left her alone like this for at least an hour, probably more. At first she’d demanded to be released, much like she demanded everything she wanted. She was the Prefect’s daughter for God’s sake, she was nobility, she was someone. She wasn’t meant to be held in a dungeon like some filthy peasant thief. When it became apparent that they weren’t going to listen to her however, she saved her breath.

They’d pay for this, her father would have all of them, whoever they were, put before a firing squad and shot to pieces. Along with those traitorous wretches who had simply handed her over without a fight. Didn’t they know who she was? Incompetent bastards, letting this gang of thugs abscond her like this.

She suspected that these were pirates in search of a ransom. If that was the case then she’d probably be free soon enough. Her father would pay, then he’d get her back, then he’d hunt down anyone who had dared to do this to his daughter.

A door at the far end of the room hissed open. Despite herself, Hannah gasped once, averted her gaze and tried to cover her nude chest, only to be reminded that her arms were tied together.

“Good Afternoon milady.” Said a familiar voice. Why would it be familiar? Cautiously Hannah turned her head towards the newcomer and found herself looking at the face of the infamous Logan Davis. She’d heard all about him, supposedly the most notorious pirate in the Imperium, responsible for the Red-day massacres of Jeu-despirit and the hijacking of no less than twenty ships, to name but two offences. Her father had told her that he was an avid rapist, that he took no less than five of the most appealing women from any ship he captured and had his way with them all at once. Granted he did the same often enough, but he was the Prefect.

The truth of course, was that Logan had done none of these things, and had a rather surprising frigid streak more often than not, as a fair amount of his crew had discovered to their disappointment. This however, perverse though it would doubtlessly sound, was simply a matter of psychological warfare.

“What do you want?” Hannah whined, trying to pull herself backwards as Logan stepped forward.
“I want to be somewhere else,” came a rather odd reply, Logan checked around to make sure the cameras were still off, then turned back to his prisoner, “I want to be fighting to free my people, not spending my time down here with something like you.”

Hannah’s face tightened at the insult. Who did this guy think he was, who did he think he was talking to?

“You could always let me do it for you?” Came the voice of Commander Gardner from outside the door.

He had to laugh at that. It was something of a running joke among the crew that the Wolf God himself had mistakenly given Commander Gardner the Captain’s libido. The woman darted through lovers like most people darted through socks. Male, female, human or otherwise made little difference to her.

It was a tempting thought, and Fenris knew that he really didn’t want to be here. Nevertheless, this was a message he had to deliver personally to the Prefect, even if it did mean getting his hands dirty, so to speak.

“That’s alright Commander,” He shouted back, “I’ll do it. Begin filming.”
“Roger, cameras are rolling sir.”

With a quick flourish, Logan pulled a small piece of cloth from his pocket and hastily gagged Hannah. He then stared at the camera pointed directly at her face.

“Hello Bruckheimer,” He said to the wall, his voice calm and sinister though he felt largely ridiculous, “Look what we found. Tsk, you really shouldn’t be letting your offspring wander around my quadrant without proper supervision, why, some despotic madman might stumble across her and be tempted to do this.”

With a quick flick of his wrist, Logan began to tickle the smooth pale skin of Hannah’s left underarm, through her gag she let out a series of squeaks and Logan was pleased to see that she was indeed ticklish.

It was a peculiar trait of the Fenris quadrant that tickling fetishes were as common as eyebrows. It all had to do with a required gene therapy treatment for embryos which protected them from a number of harmful diseases that would otherwise render half the planets in the sector uninhabitable. The therapy had been manufactured from the genes of a com officer onboard the first colony barge who displayed surprising natural immunities. For reasons no one could quite explain however, they also pulled out a few other things with said immunities. Over time a love of tickling, along with an allergy to oranges, had become something of a mark of cultural identity. It was therefore the perfect thing to make the Prefect watch.

“Your carelessness has led to your daughter falling into our clutches.” He said, “Not to mention given us thousands of new recruits for the rebellion. Now I hope you’re sitting comfortably, cause I have quite a show prepared for you.”

Logan returned his hand to Hannah’s underarm, closely followed by his other hand to her right hip. She shrieked muffled shrieks of outrage and laughter as Logan wreaked havoc with her smooth and well pampered skin.

“Mffffffhffffhff! Ghhht affffhhhhh mhhhhh!” She screamed, as only a start. Without warning Logan abruptly switched his hands from one underarm and hip to the other, bringing forth a new, louder shriek in the process.

Frigid though he may be, Logan couldn’t hope to fight away the arousal that torturing this woman elicited. There was no denying her obvious beauty, carefully maintained by the finest beauticians in the sector no doubt. Nevertheless, he had a job to do, and the sight of his erection could only add to the Prefect’s outrage.

“This is fun,” he said after a few minutes, unhanding Hannah and giving her a chance to breathe, “perhaps I’ll start a lottery, every day a lucky member of my crew can come down here and have their way with Hannah here for an hour, or two, or three?”

With that tempting thought in mind, Logan drove his fingers back into Hannah’s sides and tickled her with all the ferocity he could muster.

“Mmmmmmmmmph! Mhffhfhfhfhhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfh! Lfft ghhhhhhhh! Dhhhhhhfffhhhhhhhffff!”

Though he was sure he would soon regret doing so, Logan felt it was his moral duty to provide his crew, who were doubtlessly all watching this scene on assorted monitors, with the sound of Hannah’s unobstructed screams and laughter. No sooner had he whipped her gag off then he resumed his assault on her lithe hips, eliciting all manner of noisy chaos.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! NOOOOOO! Get off of me! Damnit! Let gooooooaaaaha ha ha ha ha ha hahahffffff!” Logan moved his hands back to her underarms, giving her time for a hasty breath before degenerating into manic howling again.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THERE! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! God! Get off of me! Thisssss he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! This isn’t funny! He he he he he he he he he he he he!”

Isn’t funny? That struck Logan as a peculiar sentiment but he wasn’t in the mood to dwell on the fact. Instead he simply made his way down the length of the table that they’d placed Hannah in and came to a halt at the end, where her small and flawless and insanely ticklish feet were held by a pair of padded stocks.

“No! Oh God, not there! Don’t you dare tickle my feet!”

With a completely genuine grin, Logan turned to the camera again, trying not to laugh as he pictured Bruckheimer’s upcoming reaction.
“Funny old galaxy isn’t it Prefect?” He said over the top of Hannah’s continued protests, “For the record, I intend to make sure that everyone in the sector sees this. Hell maybe everyone in the Imperium. Just thought you’d like to know.”

With that said, Logan whipped himself around and launched all ten of his fingers at the helpless pair of soles in front of him. Hannah started shrieking before he’d even done anything.

“SHIT! DAMMIT NO! GEEeeeeeheehehe he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he! Aaaaah, No! AAAAAAAAHAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”

Her feet flicked and flailed incessantly in a hopeless attempt to escape the maddening fingers attacking them. She had thrown her head back as far as it would go and was screaming out her ticklish agony to the ceiling mounted camera, much to the delight of every heterosexual male or homosexual female, or else just vengeful and indignant member of the ship’s crew.

Logan was about to move his fingers away from her soles and arches and begin exploring her cute toes, although the more he considered it, the more he felt would be achieved if he instead used his tongue. And that is what he did, taking the toes of her right foot in his mouth, Logan began to lick and suck on them in succession. All the while being rewarded with continued cries of:

“EEeeeeek! He he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he! Aaaaaahh! God pleeeeeeeeehe he he he he he he he he he he hese leeaaahah ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Leave my toes alaaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

The ever growing arousal, for both of them strangely enough, was getting all the harder to disregard. Though the effect on Bruckheimer would doubtlessly be devastating however, Logan had no intention of going any further than just tickling the spoilt waif.

From Hannah’s perspective, this scene was only a slight variation on a rather peculiar sexual fantasy of hers. For more than just the downtrodden, Logan took the form of a dashing, suave rogue and this in turn had led to more crushes from dreamy eyed adolescents to bored middle aged individuals to Lieutenant Oman and even Hannah Bruckheimer, who harboured a naïve ideal that it might be fun to be kidnapped. This was an impression that was fast fading, no matter how much it was turning her on, there was no shaking the fear, nor the outrage.

Logan continued his ministrations for a number of minutes until one of the moans from Hannah sounded a little too contended for his liking. Standing up, he turned to the doorway where, as he expected, Commander Gardner had been peeking in.

“Pause recording.” He said, “I’ll start again in an hour or two, then I’ll let you take over if you wish.”
“Oooh, thank you sir.” She replied, switching off the cameras, then with a wry smile she shuffled herself inside the interrogation chamber, and cast her eyes at the bulge in her C.O’s britches, “I don’t suppose you need any help disarming that torpedo of yours do you?”

He grinned, she was always coming out with lines like that, not because she especially desired him, cute though he was, but because a man with the kind of reputation that Logan enjoyed certainly warranted sleeping with, for the sake of both their reputations.

Logan, alas, for reasons he flat out refused to share with anyone, would not have it. Not for a while at least, not until he had recovered from what had happened. What he’d done to Hannah was a matter of duty, and in the end it wasn’t really anything, but allowing himself to give in to Gardener or anyone for that matter was just something he could not do, not until he was ready.

“Sorry Valerie.” He said politely, “Not this time.”
“Please yourself,” she said, skulking over to Hannah’s trembling form, “I’ll get you sooner or later sir, don’t worry about that.”

He didn’t doubt it.

With the cameras off, and his first officer occupied with Hannah’s breasts, Logan made good his exit, virtually ran back to his quarters, locked the door, removed his belt and damn near ripped his penis off.

And on that tactless note, to be continued.
 
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Love military sci-fi, love tickling. You do the genre good, Rithwraith, just like fantasy - seems like everything you pen turns out well! =)

Keep writin'.

Your fan.

Adalon.
 
Love military sci-fi, love tickling. You do the genre good, Rithwraith, just like fantasy - seems like everything you pen turns out well! =)

Keep writin'.

Your fan.

Adalon.

Thanks, that means a lot. I was unsure about this one to say the least.
 
Spectacular!!!

A truly amazing story! Your plot line and attention to detail is applaudable. Its sure to become a classic!
 
Oh shoot, I almost missed this one and that truly would have been a shame.
What can I say but Rithwraith you've mastered yet another genre. :)
You have beautifully blended tickle fiction and a very interesting sci-fi world.
Thank you for posting such a wonderful story. :D
 
Sci-Fi/Military...I wouldn't even put a label on this one other than it being a very, very involving story from start to finish. With your disclaimer I actually expected it to be longer than it was. I loved it! Your dialogue is on par with professional working screenwriters. The action, superb. The storyline was very well thought out. The writing was so good, the tickling almost took a backseat.

GREAT story Rithwraith. :)
 
Thanks guys, one and all. I'm hoping to write a second chapter to this story in about a week and a half, when my dissertation's finished. I'm glad to see it's gone down well, when I wrote it I was half expecting a grim, cold silence to follow it to the back of the forum.

But anyway, thanks again, glad you enjoyed.
 
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