Author's Note> chapter 2 is rather short there's almost no tickling except one scene but it introduces a new older femme fatale to the series and one I'm proud to create. This begins the climatic build of the story so feel free to comment below.
Ch 2
Estimated Time (14:23)
Location: (Somewhere in the Pacific)
Within the many corridors and rooms of this facility held many crevices one could hide in. Behind such shadows was a woman fitted in a tight black suit with boots an array of gadgets hooked to a belt and tight hood mask fitted with goggles kept the person’s face and body from being seen with catlike reflexes she skittered from shadow to shadow. Pressed against the wall having passed her fifty-seventh security checkpoint Rose Miller crouched down behind a large set of pipes in what looked to be a maintenance area for water treatment. Pressing a finger against the back of her ear covered by the tight fitting hood a low static rang in her ear before a slight beep came up.
“This is Agent Rose of Section 7 do you read me? Seems as if the further I go downward the harder it is to get in contact with base. I have located the primary target’s base of operations and have infiltrated the core workings of the facility. So far the collection of destructive weapons could be considered a world wide risk but the rumors surrounding a new weapon type has yet to be found. Proceeding to the next floor security seems to be tighter but following the maintenance passage ways seems to prove to be their weak spot with weak patrol. Rose out.” With that Rose pressed the button on the back of her ear and hugged the wall looking about.
Slowly walking along the wall a strange noise caught her attention coming from down a short hallway. It lead to a dead end but what was interesting was the amount of wires and circuitry on the wall leading from one terminal into a crawl space that ended in a small vent. Pulling up to the crawl space and looking into the vent it was rather dark lifting the lid and sliding through she practically was crawling on knees and elbows. Stopping for a moment she rubbed her lower back. Rose smiled a moment realizing at her early forties she was past her prime and having been an agent for Section 7 for about a good twenty years even before it was called Section 7. She had only three more weeks till retirement once she rescued this missing agent and friend Rose would be home and finally attempt at a life.
Several agents from Section 7 and other organizations have gone missing and among them that were considered MIA was one of her close friends. Amy was a mere intelligence officer but one trip over Germany and she wasn’t heard of ever since and that was a few days ago. It was one of the reasons Rose took this assignment but a familiar name came up often as she did some detective work. “Cloak and Feather” it brought back many memories of her past. She and Tom were one of the best operatives but after a few years Tom seem far more patriotically intense and disliked how our once great nation became a mere shell of what it was. Done reminiscing Rose crawled through the vent and eventually after ten feet she found another grate that lead into a rather cold room.
Removing the grate cautiously off its hinges was a pain as her fingers pinched and undid the bolts from the other side. Few minutes later getting them all off she slid the grate to her right and pulled herself out into what looked like a computer processing room. The warmth was inviting coming from the machines as the air conditioning was cranked up in this particular room to ensure the processors didn’t overheat. Cautiously sticking to corners and shadows she found there were only two machines in this white room and her black suit made her stick out like a sore thumb as she got close to a dual sided door.
The long rectangular glass window was very narrow and small peek through Rose checked out what the other room was like. It looked bizarre there was some kind of chair and table get up and beside them odd equipment and medical cabinets. In the corner a sign reading “Development Room” came to view but a majority of the white room couldn’t be seen. Rose’s ears perked and that noise she heard earlier came again this time louder far more sounding than the processors. Opening the door slightly she peeked in one direction then the other seeing no one there stepping into the room when it seemed clear.
Following the sound to the right Rose looked towards a sliding door carefully making sure no one else would see her and entered. There was a computer terminal with the desktop still open and she began to click different folders till one particular word caught her eye. “T.N.T. (Tickling Neural Teaching)” clicking on a page or two she speed read through some of the information and went wide eyed shaking her head and began to hack their system to send some of these files back to Section 7.
Completing the task was fairly easy till that sound almost like music and laughter caught her attention again. Finishing her work Rose exited the room it had come from this room she thought but there was nothing but a wall as she looked over a few switches by the wall she flipped a green one and the whole wall turned to some kind of monitor. Rose stood still as there were several people in lab coats in the room most at terminals like her own and a few surrounding a woman who was naked restrained to some kind of high platform chair. The woman’s arms were above her head restrained to the back of the chair her legs restrained to the padded cushion.
Rose watched as a peculiar device was on her head some what like a helmet with wires tied to the chair itself. She seemed to be begging them to let her go but no one seemed to pay her any mind. As a small yellow light came on the chair came to life peculiar robotic arms ended in brushes and nubbin fingers. Brush head arms came at her feet whirling and the woman began to laugh with out restrain as others came over her breasts giving them a quick teasing lifting up and down around her nipples. Finger like hands seem to be vibrating against her ribs causing her to shutter in each breathe as she laughed. But what stunned Rose was the fact that as this was done to the woman she seemed to be moaning both in agony and pleasure. The computer she just used came alive and all sorts of weird data came up a lot of it pertaining to areas of the brain.
Unnoticing to the current situation Rose was busy overlooking the screen and taking the information to realize the people in the lab coats actually noticed her and began to call for security. Seems the monitor was a two way viewer and Rose felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. She quickly placed in a disk and began to download the data that just came up. As the download was done an alarm blared overhead and she knew she was in trouble the disk itself was uploading a virus. As the sliding door sealed shut the pressure in her ears told her the air compression of the room was changing. Quickly Rose typed rapidly into the keyboard hacking it again and sending the information to headquarters uploading the information and now preventing attempts for them to have their research.
She was sealed in the room with no way out but at least if she was captured the information she sent would give Section 7 whereabouts of the missing agents as well as the project being worked upon, No doubt the idea of being their test subject wasn’t a good feeling but she did what was necessary. Entering a virus protocol to the system and some encoding to keep them from salvaging anything would piss them off no doubt giving Rose some leeway to keep her alive long enough till rescue was sent to spring her out. As the air grew thinner and thinner some kind of gas was filtered into the room. Giving the monitor the bird she began to laugh then curse finding out they were filtering the room with laughing gas to incapacitate her.
With the last of the encryption done Rose felt her vision blur as she began giggling and teetering on passing out the lack of oxygen and too much gas filling her lungs. It tickled badly as if a bunch of feathers were swimming in her lungs. Finally the darkness around her eyes was creeping into her sight and she began to reach into her hood pulling on the ear piece and taking any other devices she had on herself and breaking them ensuring nothing could be traced back to home base or used against her. Kneeling on the floor stars began to form as she snickered and teetered passing out.
Darkness had claimed Rose and it wasn’t the first time she was captured most of her career had been behind enemy lines and she was trained for many things even expected the unexpected being sexually abused or drunk off her ass. Those feint memories of those days with that man Tom had been her best till he disappeared from her life. Misery on some of those days reminded her of being a woman. How she had hope to find him during her days as an agent but those days were long gone as well as he but she never gave up hope. Sleep was all there was on her mind she drifted heavily the sounds of the alarm and people all but a distant memory.
Ch 2
Estimated Time (14:23)
Location: (Somewhere in the Pacific)
Within the many corridors and rooms of this facility held many crevices one could hide in. Behind such shadows was a woman fitted in a tight black suit with boots an array of gadgets hooked to a belt and tight hood mask fitted with goggles kept the person’s face and body from being seen with catlike reflexes she skittered from shadow to shadow. Pressed against the wall having passed her fifty-seventh security checkpoint Rose Miller crouched down behind a large set of pipes in what looked to be a maintenance area for water treatment. Pressing a finger against the back of her ear covered by the tight fitting hood a low static rang in her ear before a slight beep came up.
“This is Agent Rose of Section 7 do you read me? Seems as if the further I go downward the harder it is to get in contact with base. I have located the primary target’s base of operations and have infiltrated the core workings of the facility. So far the collection of destructive weapons could be considered a world wide risk but the rumors surrounding a new weapon type has yet to be found. Proceeding to the next floor security seems to be tighter but following the maintenance passage ways seems to prove to be their weak spot with weak patrol. Rose out.” With that Rose pressed the button on the back of her ear and hugged the wall looking about.
Slowly walking along the wall a strange noise caught her attention coming from down a short hallway. It lead to a dead end but what was interesting was the amount of wires and circuitry on the wall leading from one terminal into a crawl space that ended in a small vent. Pulling up to the crawl space and looking into the vent it was rather dark lifting the lid and sliding through she practically was crawling on knees and elbows. Stopping for a moment she rubbed her lower back. Rose smiled a moment realizing at her early forties she was past her prime and having been an agent for Section 7 for about a good twenty years even before it was called Section 7. She had only three more weeks till retirement once she rescued this missing agent and friend Rose would be home and finally attempt at a life.
Several agents from Section 7 and other organizations have gone missing and among them that were considered MIA was one of her close friends. Amy was a mere intelligence officer but one trip over Germany and she wasn’t heard of ever since and that was a few days ago. It was one of the reasons Rose took this assignment but a familiar name came up often as she did some detective work. “Cloak and Feather” it brought back many memories of her past. She and Tom were one of the best operatives but after a few years Tom seem far more patriotically intense and disliked how our once great nation became a mere shell of what it was. Done reminiscing Rose crawled through the vent and eventually after ten feet she found another grate that lead into a rather cold room.
Removing the grate cautiously off its hinges was a pain as her fingers pinched and undid the bolts from the other side. Few minutes later getting them all off she slid the grate to her right and pulled herself out into what looked like a computer processing room. The warmth was inviting coming from the machines as the air conditioning was cranked up in this particular room to ensure the processors didn’t overheat. Cautiously sticking to corners and shadows she found there were only two machines in this white room and her black suit made her stick out like a sore thumb as she got close to a dual sided door.
The long rectangular glass window was very narrow and small peek through Rose checked out what the other room was like. It looked bizarre there was some kind of chair and table get up and beside them odd equipment and medical cabinets. In the corner a sign reading “Development Room” came to view but a majority of the white room couldn’t be seen. Rose’s ears perked and that noise she heard earlier came again this time louder far more sounding than the processors. Opening the door slightly she peeked in one direction then the other seeing no one there stepping into the room when it seemed clear.
Following the sound to the right Rose looked towards a sliding door carefully making sure no one else would see her and entered. There was a computer terminal with the desktop still open and she began to click different folders till one particular word caught her eye. “T.N.T. (Tickling Neural Teaching)” clicking on a page or two she speed read through some of the information and went wide eyed shaking her head and began to hack their system to send some of these files back to Section 7.
Completing the task was fairly easy till that sound almost like music and laughter caught her attention again. Finishing her work Rose exited the room it had come from this room she thought but there was nothing but a wall as she looked over a few switches by the wall she flipped a green one and the whole wall turned to some kind of monitor. Rose stood still as there were several people in lab coats in the room most at terminals like her own and a few surrounding a woman who was naked restrained to some kind of high platform chair. The woman’s arms were above her head restrained to the back of the chair her legs restrained to the padded cushion.
Rose watched as a peculiar device was on her head some what like a helmet with wires tied to the chair itself. She seemed to be begging them to let her go but no one seemed to pay her any mind. As a small yellow light came on the chair came to life peculiar robotic arms ended in brushes and nubbin fingers. Brush head arms came at her feet whirling and the woman began to laugh with out restrain as others came over her breasts giving them a quick teasing lifting up and down around her nipples. Finger like hands seem to be vibrating against her ribs causing her to shutter in each breathe as she laughed. But what stunned Rose was the fact that as this was done to the woman she seemed to be moaning both in agony and pleasure. The computer she just used came alive and all sorts of weird data came up a lot of it pertaining to areas of the brain.
Unnoticing to the current situation Rose was busy overlooking the screen and taking the information to realize the people in the lab coats actually noticed her and began to call for security. Seems the monitor was a two way viewer and Rose felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. She quickly placed in a disk and began to download the data that just came up. As the download was done an alarm blared overhead and she knew she was in trouble the disk itself was uploading a virus. As the sliding door sealed shut the pressure in her ears told her the air compression of the room was changing. Quickly Rose typed rapidly into the keyboard hacking it again and sending the information to headquarters uploading the information and now preventing attempts for them to have their research.
She was sealed in the room with no way out but at least if she was captured the information she sent would give Section 7 whereabouts of the missing agents as well as the project being worked upon, No doubt the idea of being their test subject wasn’t a good feeling but she did what was necessary. Entering a virus protocol to the system and some encoding to keep them from salvaging anything would piss them off no doubt giving Rose some leeway to keep her alive long enough till rescue was sent to spring her out. As the air grew thinner and thinner some kind of gas was filtered into the room. Giving the monitor the bird she began to laugh then curse finding out they were filtering the room with laughing gas to incapacitate her.
With the last of the encryption done Rose felt her vision blur as she began giggling and teetering on passing out the lack of oxygen and too much gas filling her lungs. It tickled badly as if a bunch of feathers were swimming in her lungs. Finally the darkness around her eyes was creeping into her sight and she began to reach into her hood pulling on the ear piece and taking any other devices she had on herself and breaking them ensuring nothing could be traced back to home base or used against her. Kneeling on the floor stars began to form as she snickered and teetered passing out.
Darkness had claimed Rose and it wasn’t the first time she was captured most of her career had been behind enemy lines and she was trained for many things even expected the unexpected being sexually abused or drunk off her ass. Those feint memories of those days with that man Tom had been her best till he disappeared from her life. Misery on some of those days reminded her of being a woman. How she had hope to find him during her days as an agent but those days were long gone as well as he but she never gave up hope. Sleep was all there was on her mind she drifted heavily the sounds of the alarm and people all but a distant memory.
